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Suppose that after NFA, Spike and Angel survived. Gunn didn't. Angel and Spike went to the Hyperion, where Connor was waiting.
Now suppose that Cordelia, a Power That Be,appeared to Spike and Angel and told them that, because Angel gave up his claim to being Champion, Spike is now the Champion.
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POV Angel:
My name is Angel. And I don't belong here. I'm supposed to be dead. I'm supposed to be suffering for all of the sins I've committed, and they are plenty in number. I'm supposed to be dead, like Wesley. Like Gunn. But I'm not. I'm here, standing in the Hyperion's lounge with my son and grandchilde. I'm not even hurt anymore.
Spike and I are just looking at each other. I'm trying not to, but trying to be the good sport anyway. Spike's just staring at me in shock. Connor's looking at both of us, a slightly confused look on his face (that I suppose looks like me when I'm confused, but having not ever seen myself in a mirror, I wouldn't know).
Cordi seemed really disappointed when we saw her. I understand why. And I realize that she shouldn't be. She should be furious.
It was for nothing. Doyle's death, I realize now, was for nothing. Maybe even Cordi and Fred's and Wesley's and Gunn's. Why? Because I signed the meaning of their deaths away in blood.
Not only am I not in hell right now; I am also no longer Champion.
POV Spike:
Name's Spike. And nothing makes sense anymore. None of it makes any sense at all.
How? How could it be me? How in the bloody hell could Cordielia have just said what she said? Angel-not-champion. Three words that just don't belong together, yet she put them in the same sentence.
So I won the cup of Mountain Dew-big deal! It was him that was supposed to have it! Not me!
I mean, yeah I guess I kinda fought for it…and I want to be human again, sure but… But how in the hell do I actually get it? I mean…I never really win anything, you know? Cecily, Dru, Buffy…they were never really mine. Was never really all that rich or powerful either. Just doesn't make sense.
Oh no-this doesn't mean I'm gonna become him, am I? A brooding poof? I'll stake myself first, Shanshu be damned….
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Roony
