Title: The Chemicals Between Us (1/1)
Series: Story 3 in the 'Karaoke' series.
Sequel to: 'I Belong to You'
Author: HorseySpike@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: Characters don't belong to me. Joss and Co. owns them. Blah, blah, and blah. The song, "The Chemicals Between Us," by Bush, off the album "The Science of Things," isn't mine either.
Distribution: SpikeNAngelFic archive and anyone else I've given permission to. All else, ask.
Spoilers: Basic Angel Season 1 spoilers, and BtVS Season 4.
Summary: Follows 'I Belong to You.' Angel's back for the third night in a row, hoping to talk to Spike. It just goes to show things never go as planned.
Author's Notes: Again, I haven't heard this song in a couple weeks, it's not as popular on the radio anymore, so if the pauses and such are not correct, please ignore, and enjoy the show.
Dedicated: As always, to the people who give me feedback. Makes me feel all warm inside.
______________________
Three days.
For three days, Angel had been coming to the karaoke bar. And not once had he spoken to Spike, his basic reason for coming.
Yes, he admitted it to himself that the only reason he was suffering though the music of the club was to hear Spike sing, and relive memories of the past. Also, those dreams nad fantisies he'd been getting during the day and when he slept didn't help matters much either.
The previous 24 hours had not been fun. After snapping out of his haze induced by the words, 'I belong to you, my dark haired beauty,' Angel had gone back and tried to find Spike to tail to him. But the blond had disappeared.
So, he went back home and slept the rest of the night, being tormeted and loving it by the dreams we have already mentioned.
He got up for work, per usual, and was in a daze. he almost immolated himself at the doorway, again. And Kate had shown up. That could iritate anyone's nerves. Also, Cordelia had been quieter, sending him little glances, and had used the words, 'dark,' 'haired,' and 'beauty,' during the day. Never together, but close enough for Angel to get dreamy like a school girl over Spike.
And now he was back. For the thrid day in the row, to listen to the horrific singing. He was quickly running out of different ways to describe it.
This time, he ordered his drink to the tune of a Britney Spears song, sung by a group of college girls. With really high pitched voices that alsmost caused his super-natural eardrums to burst and blood to come out of them. Angel breifly wondered if he could sue for damages if that happened, then shoved the thought away as the bartender started talking to him.
"Here again, eh?" He said, passing Angel the glass of whiskey for the second time.
Angel nodded and took a sip of his drink.
"You must really like Will." The bartender noted. Angel nodded again.
"Come on, buddy, I'm trying to have a little chat. Nobody else interests me, so I'll talk to you. Name's John."
"Angel."
"Angel, nice. Parents hippies?"
"No, it's a nickname my sister gave me." Angel set his glass on the bar, and turned to the stage as the group up there finished. But to his disappointment, Spike didn't come on next.
"Really?" Said the bartender following his gaze and contiuning when Will didn't come on. "What's your real name?"
Angel paused, debating whether to tell this man, John, or not. "Liam."
Bartender smiled. "Angel fits you better. Liam sounds like the name of a disrespectable boy who disobeys his father."
"Yeah, it does, doesn't it?" Angel gave the man a cheep smile, and picked up his drink again.
"So, William." The bartender segued into his previous topic. "You like him, don't you?"
"Yeah. I never knew he could sing so well." Angel smiled at that. He never had. William perfered to dance rather then sing. Drusilla was the one who sang with the stars and the moon.
"So, you've known him for a while?" John asked, pouring a drink for someone who just asked for one, and sliding it over to him.
"You could say that." Angel said.
"You said you were like a father figure to him? I've been trying to work that out. You don't look much older then him."
"I'm older then you think." Angel responded.
"Really? 'Cause your ID said you were 28, and I know William's said he's 26."
"Ahh.." Angel said as he searched for an explanation. He hadn't remembered that the bartender had seen his ID. He inwardly cursed Doyle for making him so young. "I meant more of an older brother. He moved in with me after his family died." At least part of that was the truth.
"Oh, I see." The bartender stopped talking for a bit. "So, you guys were really close, huh?"
"Yeah. Real close. We've drifted apart these last couple" hundred "years." Angel was thoughtful and the group on stage ended.
"It's time for him." The bartender said. "I guess I'll see you tomorrow?"
"Same time, same place." Angel offered John a real smile this time, and set of to his part of the club he had claimed yesterday. Of course, no one but him knew this, but that was not a problem.
"And now, William, with 'The Chemicals Between Us,' by Bush." Spike walked onstage, still without his duster, but wearing all black.
Angel noticed the announcer only announced Spike. Slightly strange.
Spike kept silent as the music cued up, and then started singing.
"I want you to remember,
A love so full it could send us all ways.
I want you to surrender.
All my feelings rose today.
And I want you to remain.
The power of children can amaze.
I'll try not to complain,
I know that's a pisser, baby."
Spike's eyes looked unfocused, staring out at the back of the club, rather then scanning the crowd, as he always did. Angel noticed this right away. As Spike was focused not on Angel, Angel focused on the lyrics, trying to see if there was a hidden meaning.
May be wishful thinking, but at the words Spike had already sung, Angel didn't think so.
"The chemicals between us,
The walls that lie between us.
Lying in this bed, the chemicals displaced.
There is no lonelier state,
Than lying in the this bed."
Chemicals between them. There was certainly chemicals between them. The times of old, when Angelus would spend all his time with his new childe, and the more recent times in Sunnydale, where there was amosity, but one could feel the air crackle when they got to close together, or they touched, if only for a second. But the walls, the walls of this modern time, Spike's evilness, Angel's soul, that stood between the reunion of sire and childe.
These thoughts passed through Angel's mind as he watched as Spike started to pick out people in the club, staring at them, as if he was watching their soul.
"I want you to remember,
Everything you said,
Every driven word,
Like a hammer to my head."
Angel winced. He knew the words weren't meant to be taken literally, but in the case of him and his childe, he had taken a hammer to his head for being insolent. Not enough to cause brain damage, but enough to keep William dizzy for at least a day, and unable to do anything, except hold his head, and howl painfully. The howls still struck deep in Angel's soul today.
"The chemicals between us,
The walls that lie between us.
Lying in this bed, the chemicals displaced.
There is no lonelier fate,
Than lying in this bed."
Angel watched as Spike's gaze focused on someone in the shadows, and stayed there. Angel strained to see who was there, but couldn't make out more then a shadow of something. It seemed Spike was communacating with the shadow without words, but still making something of the silent communacation.
"The chemicals between us,
The chemicals between us,
Than lying in this bed."
Spike got off the stage and started walking through the crowd, brushing up against mortals, and touching their faces with his hands as he walked through the crowd, conspicuously moving away from Angel.
"We're of the hollow men,
We are the naked one.
We never meant you harm,
Never meant you wrong.
I'd like to thank
All of my lovers, lovers, lovers."
Hollow. No emotion from a hundred years ago had passed through Spike and Angel's relationship of today. Angel found himself wanting Spike more and more each passing hour and minute, and his love for the Slayer was taking more of a backseat to it.
Naked. That's how Angel wanted Spike. Naked and in his bed. Angel shook his head, and tried to will away his erection that had come to attention at the image of spike naked. Focus, Angel, he reminded himself.
"The chemicals between us,
The walls that lie between us.
Lying in this bed, the chemicals displaced.
There is no lonelier state
Than lying in this bed."
Spike started heading his way to the stage, taking a different path, as to touch different mortals on the way back. Angel watched Spike weave his way through the crowd, seeing his lithe body twist and turn through the undulating crowd. He almost groaned at the images it inspired.
"The chemicals between us,
The chemicals between us.
The chemicals..."
Spike had made his way to the stage, and was standing there, singing the last words of the song in a voice that made Angel want to come up there on the stage with him and do things that shouldn't be mentioned to anyone, ever.
Spike found Angel in the crowd and sang the last line to him, holding Angel in an unblinking stare.
"The chemicals between us..."
Stuffing the microphone back into it's holder to be used by the next person singing, Spike made his way off the stage again, heading to the back exit. He had feelings stirring inside of him at seeing Angel, and was choosing his song accordingly. He knew Angel would be coming, even if nobody could see him. But Angel wasn't taking cautions to be silent and steathly and having no one seeing him, so it was easier to pick him out in the crowd before he went on stage to sing.
Spike went out the back exit, pulling a disappearing act, in case Angel got it in his gelled head of his to follow him this time.
Angel had gotten that idea, and when he reached the alley behind the club, Spike was no where to be seen. He offered a sigh to the quiet night, and turned and headed out of the alley, without going back into the club.
He missed Cordelia coming out of the shadows Spike had spotted her in. She tried telling Spike, without making any noise, that she wanted him and Angel to get together, but she didn't think Spike got it completely.
She had seen Angel shift uncomfortablely during the song, and only had to guess what the problem was. She mentally decided to bring Wesley along next time, to show him where Angel kept disappearing to every night.
She wondered how Angel would react to his nightly bout of karaoke club madness being interupted by a demon stalking some poor girl.
She decided she didn't want to be that demon.
*END*
Series: Story 3 in the 'Karaoke' series.
Sequel to: 'I Belong to You'
Author: HorseySpike@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: Characters don't belong to me. Joss and Co. owns them. Blah, blah, and blah. The song, "The Chemicals Between Us," by Bush, off the album "The Science of Things," isn't mine either.
Distribution: SpikeNAngelFic archive and anyone else I've given permission to. All else, ask.
Spoilers: Basic Angel Season 1 spoilers, and BtVS Season 4.
Summary: Follows 'I Belong to You.' Angel's back for the third night in a row, hoping to talk to Spike. It just goes to show things never go as planned.
Author's Notes: Again, I haven't heard this song in a couple weeks, it's not as popular on the radio anymore, so if the pauses and such are not correct, please ignore, and enjoy the show.
Dedicated: As always, to the people who give me feedback. Makes me feel all warm inside.
______________________
Three days.
For three days, Angel had been coming to the karaoke bar. And not once had he spoken to Spike, his basic reason for coming.
Yes, he admitted it to himself that the only reason he was suffering though the music of the club was to hear Spike sing, and relive memories of the past. Also, those dreams nad fantisies he'd been getting during the day and when he slept didn't help matters much either.
The previous 24 hours had not been fun. After snapping out of his haze induced by the words, 'I belong to you, my dark haired beauty,' Angel had gone back and tried to find Spike to tail to him. But the blond had disappeared.
So, he went back home and slept the rest of the night, being tormeted and loving it by the dreams we have already mentioned.
He got up for work, per usual, and was in a daze. he almost immolated himself at the doorway, again. And Kate had shown up. That could iritate anyone's nerves. Also, Cordelia had been quieter, sending him little glances, and had used the words, 'dark,' 'haired,' and 'beauty,' during the day. Never together, but close enough for Angel to get dreamy like a school girl over Spike.
And now he was back. For the thrid day in the row, to listen to the horrific singing. He was quickly running out of different ways to describe it.
This time, he ordered his drink to the tune of a Britney Spears song, sung by a group of college girls. With really high pitched voices that alsmost caused his super-natural eardrums to burst and blood to come out of them. Angel breifly wondered if he could sue for damages if that happened, then shoved the thought away as the bartender started talking to him.
"Here again, eh?" He said, passing Angel the glass of whiskey for the second time.
Angel nodded and took a sip of his drink.
"You must really like Will." The bartender noted. Angel nodded again.
"Come on, buddy, I'm trying to have a little chat. Nobody else interests me, so I'll talk to you. Name's John."
"Angel."
"Angel, nice. Parents hippies?"
"No, it's a nickname my sister gave me." Angel set his glass on the bar, and turned to the stage as the group up there finished. But to his disappointment, Spike didn't come on next.
"Really?" Said the bartender following his gaze and contiuning when Will didn't come on. "What's your real name?"
Angel paused, debating whether to tell this man, John, or not. "Liam."
Bartender smiled. "Angel fits you better. Liam sounds like the name of a disrespectable boy who disobeys his father."
"Yeah, it does, doesn't it?" Angel gave the man a cheep smile, and picked up his drink again.
"So, William." The bartender segued into his previous topic. "You like him, don't you?"
"Yeah. I never knew he could sing so well." Angel smiled at that. He never had. William perfered to dance rather then sing. Drusilla was the one who sang with the stars and the moon.
"So, you've known him for a while?" John asked, pouring a drink for someone who just asked for one, and sliding it over to him.
"You could say that." Angel said.
"You said you were like a father figure to him? I've been trying to work that out. You don't look much older then him."
"I'm older then you think." Angel responded.
"Really? 'Cause your ID said you were 28, and I know William's said he's 26."
"Ahh.." Angel said as he searched for an explanation. He hadn't remembered that the bartender had seen his ID. He inwardly cursed Doyle for making him so young. "I meant more of an older brother. He moved in with me after his family died." At least part of that was the truth.
"Oh, I see." The bartender stopped talking for a bit. "So, you guys were really close, huh?"
"Yeah. Real close. We've drifted apart these last couple" hundred "years." Angel was thoughtful and the group on stage ended.
"It's time for him." The bartender said. "I guess I'll see you tomorrow?"
"Same time, same place." Angel offered John a real smile this time, and set of to his part of the club he had claimed yesterday. Of course, no one but him knew this, but that was not a problem.
"And now, William, with 'The Chemicals Between Us,' by Bush." Spike walked onstage, still without his duster, but wearing all black.
Angel noticed the announcer only announced Spike. Slightly strange.
Spike kept silent as the music cued up, and then started singing.
"I want you to remember,
A love so full it could send us all ways.
I want you to surrender.
All my feelings rose today.
And I want you to remain.
The power of children can amaze.
I'll try not to complain,
I know that's a pisser, baby."
Spike's eyes looked unfocused, staring out at the back of the club, rather then scanning the crowd, as he always did. Angel noticed this right away. As Spike was focused not on Angel, Angel focused on the lyrics, trying to see if there was a hidden meaning.
May be wishful thinking, but at the words Spike had already sung, Angel didn't think so.
"The chemicals between us,
The walls that lie between us.
Lying in this bed, the chemicals displaced.
There is no lonelier state,
Than lying in the this bed."
Chemicals between them. There was certainly chemicals between them. The times of old, when Angelus would spend all his time with his new childe, and the more recent times in Sunnydale, where there was amosity, but one could feel the air crackle when they got to close together, or they touched, if only for a second. But the walls, the walls of this modern time, Spike's evilness, Angel's soul, that stood between the reunion of sire and childe.
These thoughts passed through Angel's mind as he watched as Spike started to pick out people in the club, staring at them, as if he was watching their soul.
"I want you to remember,
Everything you said,
Every driven word,
Like a hammer to my head."
Angel winced. He knew the words weren't meant to be taken literally, but in the case of him and his childe, he had taken a hammer to his head for being insolent. Not enough to cause brain damage, but enough to keep William dizzy for at least a day, and unable to do anything, except hold his head, and howl painfully. The howls still struck deep in Angel's soul today.
"The chemicals between us,
The walls that lie between us.
Lying in this bed, the chemicals displaced.
There is no lonelier fate,
Than lying in this bed."
Angel watched as Spike's gaze focused on someone in the shadows, and stayed there. Angel strained to see who was there, but couldn't make out more then a shadow of something. It seemed Spike was communacating with the shadow without words, but still making something of the silent communacation.
"The chemicals between us,
The chemicals between us,
Than lying in this bed."
Spike got off the stage and started walking through the crowd, brushing up against mortals, and touching their faces with his hands as he walked through the crowd, conspicuously moving away from Angel.
"We're of the hollow men,
We are the naked one.
We never meant you harm,
Never meant you wrong.
I'd like to thank
All of my lovers, lovers, lovers."
Hollow. No emotion from a hundred years ago had passed through Spike and Angel's relationship of today. Angel found himself wanting Spike more and more each passing hour and minute, and his love for the Slayer was taking more of a backseat to it.
Naked. That's how Angel wanted Spike. Naked and in his bed. Angel shook his head, and tried to will away his erection that had come to attention at the image of spike naked. Focus, Angel, he reminded himself.
"The chemicals between us,
The walls that lie between us.
Lying in this bed, the chemicals displaced.
There is no lonelier state
Than lying in this bed."
Spike started heading his way to the stage, taking a different path, as to touch different mortals on the way back. Angel watched Spike weave his way through the crowd, seeing his lithe body twist and turn through the undulating crowd. He almost groaned at the images it inspired.
"The chemicals between us,
The chemicals between us.
The chemicals..."
Spike had made his way to the stage, and was standing there, singing the last words of the song in a voice that made Angel want to come up there on the stage with him and do things that shouldn't be mentioned to anyone, ever.
Spike found Angel in the crowd and sang the last line to him, holding Angel in an unblinking stare.
"The chemicals between us..."
Stuffing the microphone back into it's holder to be used by the next person singing, Spike made his way off the stage again, heading to the back exit. He had feelings stirring inside of him at seeing Angel, and was choosing his song accordingly. He knew Angel would be coming, even if nobody could see him. But Angel wasn't taking cautions to be silent and steathly and having no one seeing him, so it was easier to pick him out in the crowd before he went on stage to sing.
Spike went out the back exit, pulling a disappearing act, in case Angel got it in his gelled head of his to follow him this time.
Angel had gotten that idea, and when he reached the alley behind the club, Spike was no where to be seen. He offered a sigh to the quiet night, and turned and headed out of the alley, without going back into the club.
He missed Cordelia coming out of the shadows Spike had spotted her in. She tried telling Spike, without making any noise, that she wanted him and Angel to get together, but she didn't think Spike got it completely.
She had seen Angel shift uncomfortablely during the song, and only had to guess what the problem was. She mentally decided to bring Wesley along next time, to show him where Angel kept disappearing to every night.
She wondered how Angel would react to his nightly bout of karaoke club madness being interupted by a demon stalking some poor girl.
She decided she didn't want to be that demon.
*END*