Worth Saving Chapter 2
There was an annoying buzzing noise that just wouldn't go away, no matter how hard she tried to ignore it, maybe the offices were being attacked by a mystical swarm of killer bees, and nothing would surprise her after recent events.
"Miss Burkle! Miss Burkle!"
Spike drew away from her.
"Guess you'd better get that, don't know about you, but it's bit of a passion killer," said Spike
Fred walked over to her desk on shaky legs; her lips still throbbed from the passionate onslaught that Spike had visited on them. She pressed the button on the intercom.
"Wha-What is it?" she asked.
"Sorry to disturb you Fred, but when Mr Angel was in here earlier, he told me to remind you of the meeting in his office, he said you might be otherwise er occupied and likely to forget it," finished Knox.
"That poofy bastard, just cos he isn't getting any, he wants to make sure no one else does!" said Spike.
"Thanks Knox," said Fred.
She gathered up a few files and was about to leave.
"Oh don't tell me as soon as Angel calls, you come running?" asked Spike incredulously.
"I have to earn a living Spike, that's not something you have to worry about too much," Fred replied.
Spike reached out to touch her swollen lips.
"Are you sure there is nothing I can do to persuade you otherwise?" he purred.
She hardened her heart.
"No, and you'd better not come to that meeting, Angel does not seem in the best of moods, wait here until I get back," said Fred Firmly.
He pouted at her as she turned to leave, it almost crumbled her resolve, but she wasn't as naïve as he imagined. From the short time she'd known Spike, she also knew he wouldn't be above trading on his sexuality, not that she minded in the least. She gave him one last smile before she left, closing her office door behind her.
Spike grinned at the door.
"Sorry love, not one for staying put," said Spike to the empty office.
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Fred opened the door to Angel's office. Gunn, Wes and Lorne were already there. Angel was drumming his fingers on the desk impatiently. Dammit she was more than late. She looked self-consciously at the others before taking a seat.
"Glad you could take the time out of your busy schedule to join us Fred," said Angel mockingly.
"What ever detained Fred, I am sure it was important," said Wes, springing to her defence as always.
Fred blushed, her eyes widened as Spike appeared in the corner of the room, he winked at her and then disappeared, Fred's eyes flew to Angel and the others, it seemed they had not noticed Spike's flying visit. She knew he was not gone, Fred could still sense him. She was rather surprised that Lorne had not picked up on it. She was unconsciously staring at Lorne.
"Everything okay pumpkin?" asked Lorne.
Gunn started laughing, all eyes turned to see what was causing his outburst. Angel was sporting a new hairstyle, Spike must have been lifting up Angel's hair to make it look like a pair of devil horns, and they all looked at Angel and laughed.
"That's a new look for you boss," said Gunn.
Angel touched his hair.
"Spike!" he said angrily.
Spike materialised.
"At your service, well actually at everyone, but your service," said Spike.
Angel looked at Wes in desperation.
"Is there no way you could do a de-invite on my office, so I have a least one place I can go with out Spike showing up?" he asked Wes.
"Sorry, already looked into that, you are joined at the hip like a pair of Siamese twins, anywhere you go, he can tag along," said Wes.
"Ewww, does that mean he watches you shower and stuff too?" asked Harmony from her corner of the office.
"No I bleeding' don't!" said Spike.
Angel frowned at Harmony.
"Harmony remember what we discussed earlier, you are here to take notes, not comment on anything that might happen or might not happen during a meeting," said Angel.
"Sorry I forgot," She smiled vacuously.
Angel turned to face Spike.
"There was a good reason why I didn't want you here at this meeting Spike," said Angel.
"Oh yeah and whys that?" asked Spike.
He looked at the occupants of the room, most of whom were looking decidedly uncomfortable, except for Fred.
"What is the meeting for? I must have missed the memo on that one," said Fred.
Harmony giggled.
"Oops silly me! I knew I'd forgotten to send the memory thingy to someone," she said.
Angel touched his forehead; a slight headache was forming, there were times that he was sure that Wesley had chosen Harmony as his secretary on purpose.
"It's okay I think it's obvious what this meeting is all about, you are trying to find ways of getting rid of me again, has no one got the message yet, I bat on the side of good now," sighed Spike.
"Yes, but surely you don't want to stay like this forever Spike? Not being able to touch anything or do anything," asked Wesley.
Spike looked at Fred.
"There's been a little progress in that area lately," Spike replied.
"How so?" asked Wesley, interestedly.
"I can touch things now, even people, very well indeed actually when I put my mind to it," said Spike smugly.
"From what I saw earlier, your mind wasn't what you were thinking with," replied Angel.
"Am I picking up on some hostility vibes here?" asked Lorne.
" Do you think? Mr It's Not Easy Being Green," said Spike sarcastically.
"What exactly did you see Angel?" asked Wesley.
"Yes I think we have a right to know," said Gunn.
"Stop it! There's just a little too much testosterone in this room for my liking!" shouted Fred.
Everyone was stunned into silence for all of two seconds.
"Sounds nasty what ever that testy thing is," said Harmony.
"Harmony, shut up," snapped Spike.
"Fine I'll be outside if anyone needs me, you're just a big a pig as you always were Spikey," said Harmony.
She walked off and slammed the office doors shut. Spike shook his head despairingly, he wasn't sure what worse at the moment, being non-corporeal or having to see that silly bint every day.
"So what did you see that was so interesting Angel, could it help Spike's slight problem,?" Asked Gunn.
Fred was getting sick of this conversation, so she decided to speak.
"Angel saw Spike kissing me, not that's it's anyone's business," said Fred defiantly.
Spike looked as shocked as the rest of them, he hadn't expected her to just blurt it out. When he was with Buffy, she had hidden what was between them, like some little dirty secret to be ashamed of. It touched him deeply, more than he could say. His eyes met Fred's, she saw some strong emotions flickering there. She wished they were back in her office so she could ask him what was going through his mind. The moment passed, as Wesley got up out of his seat and walked over to Angel's desk and opened one of the draws, taking out the amulet.
"Wesley what do you think you are doing?" asked Angel.
Wesley placed the amulet on Angel's desk and picked up a heavy glass paperweight.
"Sending Spike to his eternal rest, that's what," said Wesley, angrily.
"You can't do that, you said yourself it has to be done on hallowed ground, destroy it here and for all you know, you could level the whole place," said Angel.
"Don't! if you do that, you'll send him to hell," said Fred pleadingly.
"Sounds good enough to me," said Wesley firmly.
Lorne came up and put a hand on Wesley's shoulder.
"Come on, you know it's not the way to go, certainly not the way I want to go anyway, lets just all calm down," said Lorne soothingly.
He eased the paperweight out of Wesley's fingers and replaced it on the desk. He handed the amulet back to Angel
"There, no harm done, hey why don't we get Spike here to sing for us, I've yet to hear him, it could help," said Lorne.
"You have to be sodding joking, I'm out of here," said Spike.
"I wish," said Angel.
"No stay Spike, it's what Lorne does, people sing and he picks up on their vibes, their auras, it might be useful, we can't rebuild that device, we have to find another way," said Fred.
"I am not singing in front of everyone, no way," said Spike.
"What's the matter Spike, not up to the challenge?" asked Angel.
"That's bleeding it! What should I sing Jolly green giant?" asked Spike.
"Casper the friendly ghost springs to mind," said Angel.
"Okay you bastard you asked for it, any requests and no poofy Manilow songs," said Spike, looking at Angel.
"How about a little Bon Jovi?" asked Fred.
Spike raised his eyebrows.
"Never had you down as a rock chick love, but ok here goes," said Spike.
He started singing:
This Romeo is bleeding But you can't see his blood It's nothing but some feelings That this old dog kicked up
It's been raining since you left me Now I'm drowning in the flood You see I've always been a fighter But without you I give up
Now I can't sing a love song Like the way it's meant to be Well, I guess I'm not that good anymore But baby, that's just me.
"Oh Bravo, honey if you ever want a slot at Vegas, just ask, I am sure we'd fit you in no problem," said Lorne enthusiastically.
"That was great," said Fred, a little dreamily.
"It wasn't that great," mumbled Angel.
"If you are ever interested in a contract, pop in my office, or what ever it is that you do," said Lorne
"Thanks, but no thanks mate," smiled Spike.
"Well did you find out anything?" asked Wes, trying his best to ignore the star struck look on Fred's face.
"Lot of angst and sadness in there, he has a good soul, a great capacity for love, oh and yeah, he's not strictly a ghost," said Lorne.
"We already know about him not being the usual type of ghost, tell us something new," said Gunn.
"He's a hard one to read, his aura is kinda murky and it seems to be fading," said Lorne.
TBC
There was an annoying buzzing noise that just wouldn't go away, no matter how hard she tried to ignore it, maybe the offices were being attacked by a mystical swarm of killer bees, and nothing would surprise her after recent events.
"Miss Burkle! Miss Burkle!"
Spike drew away from her.
"Guess you'd better get that, don't know about you, but it's bit of a passion killer," said Spike
Fred walked over to her desk on shaky legs; her lips still throbbed from the passionate onslaught that Spike had visited on them. She pressed the button on the intercom.
"Wha-What is it?" she asked.
"Sorry to disturb you Fred, but when Mr Angel was in here earlier, he told me to remind you of the meeting in his office, he said you might be otherwise er occupied and likely to forget it," finished Knox.
"That poofy bastard, just cos he isn't getting any, he wants to make sure no one else does!" said Spike.
"Thanks Knox," said Fred.
She gathered up a few files and was about to leave.
"Oh don't tell me as soon as Angel calls, you come running?" asked Spike incredulously.
"I have to earn a living Spike, that's not something you have to worry about too much," Fred replied.
Spike reached out to touch her swollen lips.
"Are you sure there is nothing I can do to persuade you otherwise?" he purred.
She hardened her heart.
"No, and you'd better not come to that meeting, Angel does not seem in the best of moods, wait here until I get back," said Fred Firmly.
He pouted at her as she turned to leave, it almost crumbled her resolve, but she wasn't as naïve as he imagined. From the short time she'd known Spike, she also knew he wouldn't be above trading on his sexuality, not that she minded in the least. She gave him one last smile before she left, closing her office door behind her.
Spike grinned at the door.
"Sorry love, not one for staying put," said Spike to the empty office.
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Fred opened the door to Angel's office. Gunn, Wes and Lorne were already there. Angel was drumming his fingers on the desk impatiently. Dammit she was more than late. She looked self-consciously at the others before taking a seat.
"Glad you could take the time out of your busy schedule to join us Fred," said Angel mockingly.
"What ever detained Fred, I am sure it was important," said Wes, springing to her defence as always.
Fred blushed, her eyes widened as Spike appeared in the corner of the room, he winked at her and then disappeared, Fred's eyes flew to Angel and the others, it seemed they had not noticed Spike's flying visit. She knew he was not gone, Fred could still sense him. She was rather surprised that Lorne had not picked up on it. She was unconsciously staring at Lorne.
"Everything okay pumpkin?" asked Lorne.
Gunn started laughing, all eyes turned to see what was causing his outburst. Angel was sporting a new hairstyle, Spike must have been lifting up Angel's hair to make it look like a pair of devil horns, and they all looked at Angel and laughed.
"That's a new look for you boss," said Gunn.
Angel touched his hair.
"Spike!" he said angrily.
Spike materialised.
"At your service, well actually at everyone, but your service," said Spike.
Angel looked at Wes in desperation.
"Is there no way you could do a de-invite on my office, so I have a least one place I can go with out Spike showing up?" he asked Wes.
"Sorry, already looked into that, you are joined at the hip like a pair of Siamese twins, anywhere you go, he can tag along," said Wes.
"Ewww, does that mean he watches you shower and stuff too?" asked Harmony from her corner of the office.
"No I bleeding' don't!" said Spike.
Angel frowned at Harmony.
"Harmony remember what we discussed earlier, you are here to take notes, not comment on anything that might happen or might not happen during a meeting," said Angel.
"Sorry I forgot," She smiled vacuously.
Angel turned to face Spike.
"There was a good reason why I didn't want you here at this meeting Spike," said Angel.
"Oh yeah and whys that?" asked Spike.
He looked at the occupants of the room, most of whom were looking decidedly uncomfortable, except for Fred.
"What is the meeting for? I must have missed the memo on that one," said Fred.
Harmony giggled.
"Oops silly me! I knew I'd forgotten to send the memory thingy to someone," she said.
Angel touched his forehead; a slight headache was forming, there were times that he was sure that Wesley had chosen Harmony as his secretary on purpose.
"It's okay I think it's obvious what this meeting is all about, you are trying to find ways of getting rid of me again, has no one got the message yet, I bat on the side of good now," sighed Spike.
"Yes, but surely you don't want to stay like this forever Spike? Not being able to touch anything or do anything," asked Wesley.
Spike looked at Fred.
"There's been a little progress in that area lately," Spike replied.
"How so?" asked Wesley, interestedly.
"I can touch things now, even people, very well indeed actually when I put my mind to it," said Spike smugly.
"From what I saw earlier, your mind wasn't what you were thinking with," replied Angel.
"Am I picking up on some hostility vibes here?" asked Lorne.
" Do you think? Mr It's Not Easy Being Green," said Spike sarcastically.
"What exactly did you see Angel?" asked Wesley.
"Yes I think we have a right to know," said Gunn.
"Stop it! There's just a little too much testosterone in this room for my liking!" shouted Fred.
Everyone was stunned into silence for all of two seconds.
"Sounds nasty what ever that testy thing is," said Harmony.
"Harmony, shut up," snapped Spike.
"Fine I'll be outside if anyone needs me, you're just a big a pig as you always were Spikey," said Harmony.
She walked off and slammed the office doors shut. Spike shook his head despairingly, he wasn't sure what worse at the moment, being non-corporeal or having to see that silly bint every day.
"So what did you see that was so interesting Angel, could it help Spike's slight problem,?" Asked Gunn.
Fred was getting sick of this conversation, so she decided to speak.
"Angel saw Spike kissing me, not that's it's anyone's business," said Fred defiantly.
Spike looked as shocked as the rest of them, he hadn't expected her to just blurt it out. When he was with Buffy, she had hidden what was between them, like some little dirty secret to be ashamed of. It touched him deeply, more than he could say. His eyes met Fred's, she saw some strong emotions flickering there. She wished they were back in her office so she could ask him what was going through his mind. The moment passed, as Wesley got up out of his seat and walked over to Angel's desk and opened one of the draws, taking out the amulet.
"Wesley what do you think you are doing?" asked Angel.
Wesley placed the amulet on Angel's desk and picked up a heavy glass paperweight.
"Sending Spike to his eternal rest, that's what," said Wesley, angrily.
"You can't do that, you said yourself it has to be done on hallowed ground, destroy it here and for all you know, you could level the whole place," said Angel.
"Don't! if you do that, you'll send him to hell," said Fred pleadingly.
"Sounds good enough to me," said Wesley firmly.
Lorne came up and put a hand on Wesley's shoulder.
"Come on, you know it's not the way to go, certainly not the way I want to go anyway, lets just all calm down," said Lorne soothingly.
He eased the paperweight out of Wesley's fingers and replaced it on the desk. He handed the amulet back to Angel
"There, no harm done, hey why don't we get Spike here to sing for us, I've yet to hear him, it could help," said Lorne.
"You have to be sodding joking, I'm out of here," said Spike.
"I wish," said Angel.
"No stay Spike, it's what Lorne does, people sing and he picks up on their vibes, their auras, it might be useful, we can't rebuild that device, we have to find another way," said Fred.
"I am not singing in front of everyone, no way," said Spike.
"What's the matter Spike, not up to the challenge?" asked Angel.
"That's bleeding it! What should I sing Jolly green giant?" asked Spike.
"Casper the friendly ghost springs to mind," said Angel.
"Okay you bastard you asked for it, any requests and no poofy Manilow songs," said Spike, looking at Angel.
"How about a little Bon Jovi?" asked Fred.
Spike raised his eyebrows.
"Never had you down as a rock chick love, but ok here goes," said Spike.
He started singing:
This Romeo is bleeding But you can't see his blood It's nothing but some feelings That this old dog kicked up
It's been raining since you left me Now I'm drowning in the flood You see I've always been a fighter But without you I give up
Now I can't sing a love song Like the way it's meant to be Well, I guess I'm not that good anymore But baby, that's just me.
"Oh Bravo, honey if you ever want a slot at Vegas, just ask, I am sure we'd fit you in no problem," said Lorne enthusiastically.
"That was great," said Fred, a little dreamily.
"It wasn't that great," mumbled Angel.
"If you are ever interested in a contract, pop in my office, or what ever it is that you do," said Lorne
"Thanks, but no thanks mate," smiled Spike.
"Well did you find out anything?" asked Wes, trying his best to ignore the star struck look on Fred's face.
"Lot of angst and sadness in there, he has a good soul, a great capacity for love, oh and yeah, he's not strictly a ghost," said Lorne.
"We already know about him not being the usual type of ghost, tell us something new," said Gunn.
"He's a hard one to read, his aura is kinda murky and it seems to be fading," said Lorne.
TBC