*Takes place between Season 4 of Buffy/Season 1 of Angel...if anything seems unreasonable, e-mail me about it*
Chapter Two
"How long has he been on the phone?" Wesley asked. he was looking through a book for the present case. It was something that had to do with a Kordail demon and a wedding. 'Who would want to marry a Kordail demon anyway?' he wondered. 'They're all slime and breath that can kill...literally.' But, a case was a case.
"Wesley, open your eyes. This is Buffy. The girl that made him all 'grrr'", Cordelia explained while making claws with her hands.
"That's what I'm worried about", he said. He looked up from his book. "I just don't know why Angel called her. Seems to me that it would open up old wounds."
Cordelia sat down behind the desk. "He's over her by now anyway. Besides, he not calling her for him; he's calling her for Spike." She picked up a magazine and flipped through it. 'Ooh, how to find a date in 10 steps...' she thought.
"Spike? Has he hurt her? He hasn't hurt her has he?" Wesley frantically asked as he knocked his book over.
"Calm down, Captain Courageous," Cordelia said, not looking up from her magazine. "You don't know what happened to him, do you?"
Wesley shook his head and picked up the book.
"Some army guys put some kinda chip in his head."
"What?"
She nodded her head. "Yup. He's got something in his head. If he tries to hurt something that breathes he gets a massive migrane. Something I can sympathize with." She paused. "I sympathize with Spike? Okay, that'll never happen again."
Wesley chuckled. "I still don't see what that has to do with Buffy."
"I don't get it either", she concurred. "But with Angel, Buffy, and Spike it's hard to understand anything."
***
"He really came to you?" Buffy asked on the other end of the phone.
"Yeah", Angel replied. "He just sort of dropped by and started making his presence known."
"Meaning?"
"He broke my window."
Buffy laughed. "Well, you can't bake a cake without breaking a few windows."
Angel lightly chuckled, then silence landed upon both of their lips. He closed his eyes and his grip on the phone tightened.
"Well, uh...", Buffy continued after a few minutes. "Are you hurt?"
"Why do you ask?"
"Well, you know. Spike equals bad. Spike plus chip equals--"
"Harmless?" he finished for her.
"No, I was more going for dangerous for non-breathy things. Like rocks, lawn gnomes, and you."
Angel took this in. "I'm fine. If Spike wanted to fight, he wouldn't do it without thinking. he would wait a bit. You know his style more than I do."
"Yeah, and being the psychopath that he is, I'd imagine that's exactly what he's doing," she hinted. "Sure he comes and talks to you all nice today, but what about tommorrow? He's dangerous, Angel. Chip or no chip."
More silence stretched over the line. Angel glanced into the office with the broken window. Moonlight creeped into the room.
"Angel?" Buffy asked.
"I can watch my back," he finally said. "I told you; I know Spike. Because of that, I can fight him. Don't worry."
"Oh, that's a good. Well, I better go. I have a late class."
"All right."
"Oh, Angel? Try to talk to Spike before he comes back to Sunnydale like he always does. It'll just be a lot easier for me."
"Sure, Buffy", Angel said as he hung up without saying good-bye. He looked at the receiver for a while before turning to the door. He jumped in shock.
"Have a nice little chat, mate?" the blond at the door coldly asked. A cigarette was loosely tucked between his lips.
"How much did you hear, Spike?" Angel asked, walking to him cautiously.
Spike took a drag from his cigarette and tossed the butt on the carpet. He glided to Angel slowly. "Oh, just the 'I can fight Spike' part."
"You don't know what I meant..."
"I don't give a bloody damn what you meant, Peaches", Spike interrupted. He stared face to face with the brunette vampire. "I thought you'd just like to know I came up with a plan."
Angel sighed. "You and your plans. Give it a rest already."
The blond chuckled. "Hear me out on this one. I've thought this out."
Before Angel could respond, the blond reached in his pocket, took out a needle and jammed into the older vampire's neck. After a beat, he fell to the ground.
"Well, what do you know?" Spike began as Angel gripped his neck in pain. "The bloke that sold this to me said this might not work on vampires." He began to snicker at Angel's near unconsious body on the ground.
"Look at you now, Angelus. Never thought you'd be at my feet like this again, huh?" He then violently kicked Angel's back as he writhed in pain. "I'm not through with you yet, mate." He kneeled down and grabbed Angel's face into his own. "We're going on a trip. Just me and you. To this shit town called Sunnydale. You've heard of it, haven't you?" Spike squeezed Angel's neck and he fell limp. The blond rose slowly with a cold sneer on his case.
"Looks like we're going to have a little reunion."
Chapter Two
"How long has he been on the phone?" Wesley asked. he was looking through a book for the present case. It was something that had to do with a Kordail demon and a wedding. 'Who would want to marry a Kordail demon anyway?' he wondered. 'They're all slime and breath that can kill...literally.' But, a case was a case.
"Wesley, open your eyes. This is Buffy. The girl that made him all 'grrr'", Cordelia explained while making claws with her hands.
"That's what I'm worried about", he said. He looked up from his book. "I just don't know why Angel called her. Seems to me that it would open up old wounds."
Cordelia sat down behind the desk. "He's over her by now anyway. Besides, he not calling her for him; he's calling her for Spike." She picked up a magazine and flipped through it. 'Ooh, how to find a date in 10 steps...' she thought.
"Spike? Has he hurt her? He hasn't hurt her has he?" Wesley frantically asked as he knocked his book over.
"Calm down, Captain Courageous," Cordelia said, not looking up from her magazine. "You don't know what happened to him, do you?"
Wesley shook his head and picked up the book.
"Some army guys put some kinda chip in his head."
"What?"
She nodded her head. "Yup. He's got something in his head. If he tries to hurt something that breathes he gets a massive migrane. Something I can sympathize with." She paused. "I sympathize with Spike? Okay, that'll never happen again."
Wesley chuckled. "I still don't see what that has to do with Buffy."
"I don't get it either", she concurred. "But with Angel, Buffy, and Spike it's hard to understand anything."
***
"He really came to you?" Buffy asked on the other end of the phone.
"Yeah", Angel replied. "He just sort of dropped by and started making his presence known."
"Meaning?"
"He broke my window."
Buffy laughed. "Well, you can't bake a cake without breaking a few windows."
Angel lightly chuckled, then silence landed upon both of their lips. He closed his eyes and his grip on the phone tightened.
"Well, uh...", Buffy continued after a few minutes. "Are you hurt?"
"Why do you ask?"
"Well, you know. Spike equals bad. Spike plus chip equals--"
"Harmless?" he finished for her.
"No, I was more going for dangerous for non-breathy things. Like rocks, lawn gnomes, and you."
Angel took this in. "I'm fine. If Spike wanted to fight, he wouldn't do it without thinking. he would wait a bit. You know his style more than I do."
"Yeah, and being the psychopath that he is, I'd imagine that's exactly what he's doing," she hinted. "Sure he comes and talks to you all nice today, but what about tommorrow? He's dangerous, Angel. Chip or no chip."
More silence stretched over the line. Angel glanced into the office with the broken window. Moonlight creeped into the room.
"Angel?" Buffy asked.
"I can watch my back," he finally said. "I told you; I know Spike. Because of that, I can fight him. Don't worry."
"Oh, that's a good. Well, I better go. I have a late class."
"All right."
"Oh, Angel? Try to talk to Spike before he comes back to Sunnydale like he always does. It'll just be a lot easier for me."
"Sure, Buffy", Angel said as he hung up without saying good-bye. He looked at the receiver for a while before turning to the door. He jumped in shock.
"Have a nice little chat, mate?" the blond at the door coldly asked. A cigarette was loosely tucked between his lips.
"How much did you hear, Spike?" Angel asked, walking to him cautiously.
Spike took a drag from his cigarette and tossed the butt on the carpet. He glided to Angel slowly. "Oh, just the 'I can fight Spike' part."
"You don't know what I meant..."
"I don't give a bloody damn what you meant, Peaches", Spike interrupted. He stared face to face with the brunette vampire. "I thought you'd just like to know I came up with a plan."
Angel sighed. "You and your plans. Give it a rest already."
The blond chuckled. "Hear me out on this one. I've thought this out."
Before Angel could respond, the blond reached in his pocket, took out a needle and jammed into the older vampire's neck. After a beat, he fell to the ground.
"Well, what do you know?" Spike began as Angel gripped his neck in pain. "The bloke that sold this to me said this might not work on vampires." He began to snicker at Angel's near unconsious body on the ground.
"Look at you now, Angelus. Never thought you'd be at my feet like this again, huh?" He then violently kicked Angel's back as he writhed in pain. "I'm not through with you yet, mate." He kneeled down and grabbed Angel's face into his own. "We're going on a trip. Just me and you. To this shit town called Sunnydale. You've heard of it, haven't you?" Spike squeezed Angel's neck and he fell limp. The blond rose slowly with a cold sneer on his case.
"Looks like we're going to have a little reunion."