*Takes place between Season 4 of Buffy/Season 1 of Angel...if anything seems unreasonable, e-mail me about it*
Chapter One
"That slayer!" Spike grumbled for the fifth time that day. "She's always on my bloody back."
"Hell, the way you whine about her you'd think you like having her on your back," a man behind a book sighed.
Spike glared at him and started pacing. "You wouldn't understand."
The man put his book down. "I wouldn't understand?"
Spike stopped pacing and looked at the older man. "So, you would. But, you never used to hate her." He sat down on the overstuffed red sofa in the darkened room. "I'm pathetic."
"No arguement there," the man chuckled.
The remark was greeted with another glare from the blond. "Could you be serious with me for once?"
The brunette sighed. "All right, Spike." He stood up and slowly walked to the sofa.
"What was it like?" Spike asked quietly as he stared at his blood stained boots.
"What was what like?" was the response.
"Loving her. I bet it was hard as hell."
"More than you realize," he said as his mind wandered to the past.
"Hey, now. Don't be getting all broody with me, mate," Spike said, crashing into his thoughts. "I didn't come here to watch you cry and shave your legs like a wanker."
"What?" the man asked with shock. "I'm not the one who is all 'the slayer this and the slayer that'. Get over it. What is with you?"
"I don't know!" Spike suddenly yelled. "It's like she's in there and she won't get out!" He grabbed his head in frustration. "Get out of my head, you worthless bitch!"
"All right, Spike, calm down." He dropped his head. "You're starting to act like Drusilla," he said quietly, hoping the blond wouldn't hear him.
No luck. "Drusilla? Drusilla?! You just had to say her name didn't you?" Spike yelled and glared at the figure.
"I...I...," the man stuttered. He never saw the young vampire so distraught.
"Here I am thinking about the slayer and YOU bring up Dru! The one girl that I truely loved who tore out my fucking heart and fucking stomped on it."
"Spike, really--"
"Shut the fuck up," Spike growled, his eyes blazing.
The man stepped away from the blond while he paced quickly about his office ranting away.
"You know what? I don't even know why I came to you anyway. You don't get it! I fucking hate you and I always have! I hate you, I hate Drusilla, and I hate that bloody slayer!"
With that, Spike stormed out of the man's office and slammed the door with so much force, the window across the room shattered, sending glass across the dark carpet. The man dove out the room to avoid the painful sunrays.
"Are you okay?" Cordelia asked as she saw her boss slide across the floor with glass following him.
"Spike?" he asked as he got up and dusted himself off.
Cordelia grabbed a broom. "That was Spike running off with that coat over his head? Boy, how rude. At least he could've said good-bye before he bursted into flames." She looked in the office. "Geez, what did you two do in there? You know, you could've opened the window by lifting it." She began to sweep up the broken glass. "You vampires are always so messy. Did Spike do this?"
The man nodded.
"Man, he is getting a bill sent to his crypt. Does he think we're made of money?"
The brunette looked at his shoes. "I don't know what's going through his head."
After a beat his head jerked up. His face was twisted in a look of thought and delight. He lightly chuckled as he ran to the phone and dialed.
"What are you doing?" Cordelia asked, sweeping up the rest of the glass.
"Making a call I should've made when Spike first came," he answered as it rang once...
Twice...
"Hello?" a female voice answered on the other line.
"Buffy?" the man asked with a slight tremble in his voice.
Silence.
"Angel...," was all she could say.
Chapter One
"That slayer!" Spike grumbled for the fifth time that day. "She's always on my bloody back."
"Hell, the way you whine about her you'd think you like having her on your back," a man behind a book sighed.
Spike glared at him and started pacing. "You wouldn't understand."
The man put his book down. "I wouldn't understand?"
Spike stopped pacing and looked at the older man. "So, you would. But, you never used to hate her." He sat down on the overstuffed red sofa in the darkened room. "I'm pathetic."
"No arguement there," the man chuckled.
The remark was greeted with another glare from the blond. "Could you be serious with me for once?"
The brunette sighed. "All right, Spike." He stood up and slowly walked to the sofa.
"What was it like?" Spike asked quietly as he stared at his blood stained boots.
"What was what like?" was the response.
"Loving her. I bet it was hard as hell."
"More than you realize," he said as his mind wandered to the past.
"Hey, now. Don't be getting all broody with me, mate," Spike said, crashing into his thoughts. "I didn't come here to watch you cry and shave your legs like a wanker."
"What?" the man asked with shock. "I'm not the one who is all 'the slayer this and the slayer that'. Get over it. What is with you?"
"I don't know!" Spike suddenly yelled. "It's like she's in there and she won't get out!" He grabbed his head in frustration. "Get out of my head, you worthless bitch!"
"All right, Spike, calm down." He dropped his head. "You're starting to act like Drusilla," he said quietly, hoping the blond wouldn't hear him.
No luck. "Drusilla? Drusilla?! You just had to say her name didn't you?" Spike yelled and glared at the figure.
"I...I...," the man stuttered. He never saw the young vampire so distraught.
"Here I am thinking about the slayer and YOU bring up Dru! The one girl that I truely loved who tore out my fucking heart and fucking stomped on it."
"Spike, really--"
"Shut the fuck up," Spike growled, his eyes blazing.
The man stepped away from the blond while he paced quickly about his office ranting away.
"You know what? I don't even know why I came to you anyway. You don't get it! I fucking hate you and I always have! I hate you, I hate Drusilla, and I hate that bloody slayer!"
With that, Spike stormed out of the man's office and slammed the door with so much force, the window across the room shattered, sending glass across the dark carpet. The man dove out the room to avoid the painful sunrays.
"Are you okay?" Cordelia asked as she saw her boss slide across the floor with glass following him.
"Spike?" he asked as he got up and dusted himself off.
Cordelia grabbed a broom. "That was Spike running off with that coat over his head? Boy, how rude. At least he could've said good-bye before he bursted into flames." She looked in the office. "Geez, what did you two do in there? You know, you could've opened the window by lifting it." She began to sweep up the broken glass. "You vampires are always so messy. Did Spike do this?"
The man nodded.
"Man, he is getting a bill sent to his crypt. Does he think we're made of money?"
The brunette looked at his shoes. "I don't know what's going through his head."
After a beat his head jerked up. His face was twisted in a look of thought and delight. He lightly chuckled as he ran to the phone and dialed.
"What are you doing?" Cordelia asked, sweeping up the rest of the glass.
"Making a call I should've made when Spike first came," he answered as it rang once...
Twice...
"Hello?" a female voice answered on the other line.
"Buffy?" the man asked with a slight tremble in his voice.
Silence.
"Angel...," was all she could say.
