Disclaimer: I don't own BtVS, nor any of the characters used

Pairing: Angel/Spike

Written in the record time of :22 minutes with frequent interuptions

Gone

Hush, maybe if you're really quiet, they won't notice you're gone.

That was what his mind told him before he left. So he stopped talking as much. Not enough to be suspicious, just enough that people wouldn't notice him as much. He progressively learned how to not draw attention to himself, until one day, he never showed up at the meeting. No one noticed he was gone.

Not until the fourth day he didn't show up. Then they noticed. He had left, quietly, and soundly. There was no proof he had existed left in his home, no one in a bar who claimed that he had been there in months.

She thought she'd be upset when he finally up and left, but she wasn't. She was a little put out, why hadn't he told her he was leaving, but she didn't really care. She was in love. Again. And it didn't really matter if he was there.

Other's cared a little. No one went out of their way to find him. They all assumed he would come back when he wanted. Then the other one came. The other one was furious that they had let him go. The other one screamed at them, and cursed them, and collapsed at their feet crying. They felt bad for the other one. More then for him. He had left. His fault.

The other one left too. Off to find him. Of course. He was the other's. He belonged to the other. And the other wanted him back. The other took planes, boats, cars, trains and magic all over the world, trying to find him. And then the other did find him.

"You left," the other stated blankly. Now faced with him, he couldn't think straight.

"Ya, what's it to you?" He growled, spite filling his eyes. Deep blue eyes. The other thought he could drown in those eyes.

"Why?" The other thought he would break. Right there. Crack into tiny shatters and lie broken on the floor.

"Listen, mate, bloody do-gooders didn't even know I soddin' left. The bint and her new boy-toy shaggin' all the bloody time. You're the only bloody one who noticed I left an' I don't talk to bloody poofs."

"Will-" the other was cut off by a back hand from him.

"No, dammit, it's not Will!" he hit the other again. "It's Spike, you bloody-" another blow. "Stupid-" another blow. The other fell down and he positioned his boot over the other's wind pipe. "Poofter." He slammed his foot down, meaning to crush the other's throat under his foot, but the other's hand stopped him.

"You'll always be Will." The other carefully pulled himself up and looked him in the eyes. "Just like I'll be you're Li as long as you need me to be. Not Angel or Gelus, just Li, for you. Only." And the he collapsed in the other's arms, sobbing onto the other's shirt.

"I'm sorry...I...just the bint was all over her boy, and I needed you, but I couldn't...I couldn't..."

"It's alright," the other said. "I understand."

And the other one took him to a place. And they slept, and talked. They talked about love, and hate and pain and why the bint couldn't settle on one of them. But then the other took his hand.

"Will," the other said softly.

"Ya, Li?"

"Do you love me?" the other knew it then. Knew that he really would shatter. And that he would laugh at the other's weakness.

"Ya, I do, Li," he answered quietly. "I mean…Sod off, ya poof!"

"Will?"

"Ya?"

"I love you, too."

And they left. And they were really quiet. So quiet that no one knew they had been staying in the house. So quiet that no one would remember they had left at all.

Fin