AN: Willow took Spike to L.A.

Spoilers: Orpheus (Angel)

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Willow walked out of the kitchen, a plate piled high with sandwiches in her hands. "I made PB&J. Who wants some?"

Gunn took two. Fred took half of one, giving Willow a shy smile, and Conner took three, handing one to Cordelia. "I'm not hungry."

"You need to eat."

"Whatever."

Faith took one. "It's bread. Got water to go with it? Or handcuffs?" she looked at Spike as she said that.

"But it's not prison bread! It has jelly, and peanut butter. And it's toasted and cut diagonally. I bet they don't do that in prison."

"Ooh, did I insult the precious PB&J? Forgive me, please."

Willow laughed. "You're forgiven... but you owe me! Spike, want one?"

"Vampires don't eat." Angel, in his all-knowing wisdom, spoke before Spike could.

Poof. I almost would take one, just to shove it up his sodding arse, but then I'd have to touch.. that. He repressed a shudder But it's almost worth it. "Spike?" Willow offered the tray to him.

"Get that bloody rubbish away from me!" he scrambled backwards from Willow, somewhat hampered by the fact that he was going straight backward and he was sitting on a round couch. He landed on his bottom with a loud thump. Willow sighed and set the tray down on Cordelia's desk.

Why didn't she offer me one? Oh, right, I don't eat. But what's with Spike?

"What's wrong with the food?" Faith glared at Spike.

"Nothing. It's just, Idnlikpnbr."

"What?"

"I said, 'Idnlikpnbr.'

"Angel, what's he saying?"

Angel knelt beside Spike. "What did you say? About the sandwiches."

"I don't like peanut butter."

"That's it?"

"I don't like pb the way I don't like holy water."

"Peanut butter burns you?"

"You really did turn into a dork."

Fred turned to Gunn. "Why are they still so close? Is it some sort of sire/childe thing?"

"Fred, you know how Angel always wears black?"

"Yeah?"

"And how he's always going out and not telling us about it?"

"Yeah."

"He's gay."

Angel, having heard their conversation, turned to Gunn at the same time Fred did. "What?" they both said. Spike just laughed.

"Damn! I forgot about that super-hearing."

"What did ya say?" Willow, who didn't have super-hearing, asked.

"He called Angel a poof!" Spike exclaimed. Wesley suppressed a laugh, attempting to turn it into a cough.

"Speak English." Conner complained.

"Poof is a deragatory term for a homosexual." Willow said, sounding angry.

"Only a guy, luv. Don't get your knickers twisted."

"It's still insulting."

"I'm sure Angel'll take it like a man." Faith, Gunn, and Fred laughed at Spike's comment. Gunn looked at Fred, and she smiled at him.

"I'm not a p-" Angel glanced at Willow. "I'm not gay."

"Angel, I though all vampires were bisexual." Wesley said this in his best watcher's voice.

"They are. Angelus here's just worried 'bout his reputation."

"I don't give a damn about my reputation!" Angel looked at Spike as he said this.

"Living in the past it's a new generation!" Willow, Faith, and Spike all sang.

"SHUT UP!" Angel yelled.

"Calm down, Angel. Have a sandwich." Willow admonished.

"I don't eat."

"Then have some blood."

"I - I'm not hungry." The room got a little hushed at that.

Spike knew Angel was brooding, thinking about all the people who were dead because of Angelus. "Angel, it wasn't you." So please don't make us put up with you bleedin' whining for the next ten years.

"It was my hands, my body."

"But it wasn't your fault!" Spike leapt to his feet. "Don't you bloody well get that yet? Angelus did all that rubbish! He was the one who killed those people! You've done nothing but try to make up for it, when it wasn't even your sodding fault! You didn't make Dru, you weren't the Scourge of Europe, you didn't make me, you didn't try to end the bloody world, and you never forced me to have sex with you.!" He turned and ran downstairs.

"Spike..."

Angel stood silent for a moment, then turned and fled upstairs.

"So Angel is gay?" Fred asked Gunn, softly.

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