Summary: A vampire can exist indefinitely without feeding, but the damage to the mind can be catastrophic. What if Angel was never rescued from beneath the sea at the end of Tomorrow? What if Wesley never found him in Deep Down? What would happen to the world as we know it if Angel wasn't a part of the Angel Investigations team for the two years just gone? What if Spike was called to fill in his place?
Chapter One
In the Wolfram and Hart offices, life was bustling as usual. Lorne was off doing his mingle thing with the celebrities, Gunn was busy with legal papers, Fred was working on the next big science discovery in the lab and Connor was out on a reconnaissance mission. Spike was in his office, talking with a high profile client of Wolfram and Hart.
'So we meet Thursday for racket-ball then?' Spike wrapped up his conversation.
'You bet, see you then'
'Can't wait mate.' Spike said happily. He enjoyed his games of racket-ball against Tom. He was such a good player, and it was good competition.
Tom left Spike's office and Spike remained in his chair, thinking about how he got here. Harmony walked in the room carrying a mug reading 'No. 1 Boss'.
'How's my Blondie-bear?' she greeted him happily, handing him his mug of warmed up blood.
'Harmony, please.' Spike replied. 'Keep that sort of talk out of the office.' He smiled seductively and got to his feet. 'Keep it for bedroom.' She giggled as he gave her a peck on the forehead.
'You know, ever since you became CEO of Wolfram and Hart I've noticed that there are two people you never talk about.' Harmony said.
'And they would be?'
'Buffy, and Angel.' Harmony replied.
'You see, if Buffy knew where I was and what I was doing now, she'd hate me. I'd rather just have her think I'm dead and that I'm a hero and leave it at that.' Spike answered her comment.
'And Angel?'
'Ah yes, the wanker. Well, I've always thought of him as "the one that got away", you know?' Spike chuckled as he wandered back to his chair. He sat down and leant back, allowing the chair to creak.
'But don't you want to know where he is?' Harmony asked. 'I mean, his people have been working for you for the past two years while their boss disappeared to God-knows-where, and you aren't even showing a little respect to the fact that they want to find him.'
'I think you're a little too concerned with Angel and not concerned enough with me.' Spike replied.
'Spikey, I want to try and be as human as possible here working for you, but I don't have a soul like you. I'm trying really, really hard to make this work.' She sniffled back tears, fake tears, but Spike didn't know that.
'Oh Harmony, I didn't mean it like that. If you think it will matter so much to them, then I'll have a team of top P.I's search for Angel right away.' Spike gave in.
'Thanks boss.' Harmony bounced on her toes and ran off to tell Fred the news. Spike sat back in his chair, pausing to think about Angel.
Where was he? Spike knew that he hated the bastard, just for leaving him, Dru and Darla. His soul made him something for Spike to hate, and he made it a passion. But deep down, Spike wanted to know where Angel was. He'd actually already organised a team of P.I's and they'd been searching for the past two months to find Angel. They'd also been tracking down Wesley; one of the people that everyone thought may have some information.
Suddenly, the phone rang. Spike answered.
'Hello?'
'Spike.' Came a voice on the other end. 'It's Eagle One.' Spike knew what this meant – it was one of the teams he had looking for Angel and Wesley.
'Do you have news?' Spike asked quietly.
'We have located Mr. Wesley Wyndham-Pryce. Would you like him to be brought in?'
Spike thought for a moment before answering. 'Yes, but don't make a scene. Bring him to the basement carpark and I'll meet you there.'
'We can be there in 30 minutes.' Eagle One replied.
'Okay.' Spike hung up. Maybe good ol' Wes knows something. Spike thought.
Even though he had a soul, Spike knew that inside of him he hated Angel for all of his life and everything that had happened while he was travelling the world with Darla and Drusilla. But he also knew that Angel was his grand-sire, and that meant something. They were connected, and Spike wondered why he couldn't figure out where Angel was.
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Angel stared up into the water. Fish swam past him in his prison under the sea, unaware that he was there watching them go about their way.
How long have I been here? Angel wondered. In front of the box, Angel once again saw the face that terrified him the most during his lengthy stay beneath the water. Connor.
'Aagh!'
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Back at Wolfram and Hart, 30 Minutes later…88888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888
Spike waited in the carpark beneath the Wolfram and Hart building, as a large black van pulled up beside him as he waited near the elevator. The side door slid open to reveal three men dressed entirely in black, wearing balaclavas. They had a tight grip on a man wearing dark blue denim jeans and a blue and white striped shirt with a brown leather jacket. He had a black hood over his head, and his hands were pinned behind his back. Spike guessed that they were tied back there.
He signalled for them to bring him to the elevator. Two of the men hopped out of the van and pulled Wesley with them. The other man helped from behind. They were carefully so as not to hurt him, but couldn't help it when he slipped getting out and landed painfully on his knees on the ground. He groaned, which could be heard from underneath his hood, and hunched over, trying to block out the pain.
The two men helped him up and eased him towards the elevator. He hadn't said a word, except for the groan when he fell. He stood in silence still, with his head hung, not able to see what was going on. Spike pressed a button and the elevator doors closed.
Wesley could feel himself rising. He figured out that he was in an elevator, but where exactly was he? He hoped these guys weren't trying to hurt him. He heard the doors open, and felt himself being forced out.
Spike led the two men and Wesley into his office. He nodded towards a chair, where the two men brought Wesley over and sat him down.
'Wait outside.' Spike told the two men.
Wesley recognised that voice. He knew it from somewhere… but he couldn't remember. He felt dizzy. The drink he was holding when the men grabbed him was probably resting in the gutter now.
'Wesley.' Spike said, removing the hood from over his head. Wesley looked up at the man standing in front of him.
'William the Bloody.'
'It's just Spike now.'
'What did you bring me here for? And where is here?' Wesley asked.
'Here is Wolfram and Hart.' Spike began. 'I brought you here because I need information on how I can find Angel.' Wesley turned away from Spike, hiding his face.
'You can't find him.' Wesley stated. 'He's dead.'
'No, you see, I don't believe that. I think you're just scared of what might happen if he comes back. I know all about what happened with Angel and Connor… and you. And Connor wants to see his father again.'
'Connor's here? He's working for Wolfram and Hart?' Wesley asked.
'Yes. Everyone's here. Me, Harm, Gunn, Lorne, Connor, Fred…' Wesley looked up at the sound of Fred's name.
'Fred's here?'
'Yeah, I just said that everyone's here. They all want to know what happened to Angel too.'
'Can I talk to Fred?'
'Now, we might be able to make an exchange here. You can see Fred if you tell me what I need to know.' Spike offered.
Wesley sighed. 'What do you need to know?'
Author's Note: What does Wesley know? … This is an interesting little idea I had so I'm gonna go with it. Tell me if you like it.