Amends
A/N angel and spike talking before the end of the world.
Disclaimer: Not mine
"She loved you, you know?"
Words of comfort that come centuries too late, and there are no more ties between them except hatred.
"Shut up, you ponce," he replies, because what else can he say to the one he considered a Sire, whom he idolized but meant nothing to. She was his star, his moon and she was His.
They all were.
"I mean it."
When has He ever meant anything He said? Spike can still remember the soulless vampire he was even if everyone else pretends Angelus is locked up, too far from the surface to be real.
Spike knows better. Spike can feel Him.
"And I told you to shut it, I guess that's today's world, aye, no one listens."
And so the silence remains and they are left there, immortals with nothing to say and no life to lead but to help the helpless and save the weak. They have sins to atone for and lives to save.
They are damned for all eternity and tomorrow they face the end but there are some amends that cannot be made.
"Good luck, Spike."
He always has to have the last word, nothing ever changes really.
"Aye, night Peaches."
They walk away from one another, melting into darkness, both wondering what tomorrow will bring and hoping that it will be greater than anything else they've ever seen on the face of this earth.