Title: The Long Day
Sequel to: The Gift
Author: Horsey Spike
E-mail: HorseySpike@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: Characters don't belong to me. Joss and Co. owns them. Blah, blah, and blah. The part of the song is "long day" by Matchbox 20, on the "yourself or someone like you" album.
Distribution: SpikeNAngelFic archive and anyone else I've given permission to. All else, ask.
Spoilers: Previous stories in unnamed series, and everything up to where they know it's a behavior modification device in Spike's head.
Summary. Follows The Gift. Angel has to figure something out.
Author's Notes: I cannot think of a title for the series , and yes it has progressed to where I no longer have the original goal close in mind. So, if anyone can think of a series title, I'll be really, really grateful.
Author's Notes 2: See if you can pick up on what Spike wants. The song part is a clue.
Dedicated to: Donna, for her objection to the correction I made on The Gift. Things are changing, no worries.
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Three days.
Three days the tape player sat on Cordelia's desk, waiting for it's owner to pick it up.
Three days of Angel waiting for the owner to come pick it up, watching Cordelia's desk.
"Ya'know? I'm starting to worry about him." Cordelia confided in Wesley, as they watched Angel stare at the tape player from his office. "Maybe we should get him out of the office. Sent him on a case or something."
"We don't have any cases." Wesley remarked, leaning against the railing. "Who's he waiting for, anyway?"
"Loverboy." Cordelia said. "He left, Angel followed him into the sewers, and came back more broody then when he went in. Handed me the tape player, and locked himself in his room. He only comes out to eat and to come up here and stare at the tape player."
"Why?"
"Who knows why souled vampires do the things they do? Maybe he should go out, kill some demons in the sewers, visit the Oracles?"
**
Angel had been watching the tape player for three days, waiting for the blond vampire to come and pick it up. Three days he spent contemplating what Spike said, and wondering if he was really coming back to get it.
Spike could be long gone from LA, heading to Sunnydale, or somewhere else, so Angel couldn't find him. Though Angel doubted Spike would leave Sunnydale until he got the implant in his head removed. Angel wondered if that was the problem Spike came to tell him about.
Spike had admitted something to him in the tunnels that Angel suspected he's kept hidden inside himself, maybe from himself, since the first time the souled version of Angelus met him on Parent-Teacher Night. Was that why Spike kept trying to kill his sire, though it went against the lore? Was he afraid to get to close to this souled, what he saw as fake, version of his sire, and realize that Angelus was gone forever? What kept Spike from coming to Angel? Was it the fear of his feelings, or the fear of getting dusted?
Angel discounted the last one. Spike wouldn't have had to balls to tie him up and torture him if he was afraid for his life. Spike was never afraid for his life. He lived it to the fullest and never hesitated to take chances.
Angel wondered where was the strength to tell him that he could fall in love with Angel, the one with the soul. Was it Angel's confession that the soul and the demon loved Spike? Was it the forced loneliness that the implant placed him in? Was it the..
..bleached blond, blue-eyed vampire who was walking through his front office door?
Angel watched, stunned, as Spike looked cautiously around the office, focusing for a second on Angel, before turning to Cordelia. He could hear Spike's voice through the window he was looking through.
"Thanks for all your help, ducks. Couldn't have done it without you." He gave a small smile to Cordelia. "I expected a different reaction from him, but this tells me what's going to happen."
[How the hell does he know what's going to happen? He have a crystal ball that tells him the future?]
"Well, you know our broody vampire." Cordelia said, giving a pointed glance in Angel's direction.
"Unfortunately." Spike said curtly. "Now, I've got to be going. Giles's says there's trouble brewing, and since I like this world, I'll be helping to keep it turning. Many thanks, though it didn't work quite as planned."
"We'll try again." Cordelia said, giving him a genuine smile. "You never know. He might get the point." She waved to him as he moved to leave the office.
"Spike, wait." Angel said, as he came out of his office, broken out of his amazement that Spike had came. But Spike was already gone, running with a large overcoat over his head.
Angel sighed and fell back against the doorframe, upset he had let him slip through his fingers once again. He rubbed a hand over his eyes and thought about the conversation he had just heard.
He felt as though it was a staged conversation, and he was supposed to get something from it, that something was supposed to have been made clearer. All Angel knew from listening is that Spike expected a different reaction from him.
But Spike had been the one to run off. He hadn't given Angel much time to react. How could he have wanted a different one?
"Cordelia, what's going on?" Wesley asked, looking curiously at her. "If I'm not mistaken, that was William the Bloody."
"So?" Cordelia asked, shuffling through some papers.
"And you talk to him like he's a friend of yours?"
"Yeah."
Angel raised an eyebrow. When did Cordelia and Spike get to be such good friends?
"Cordelia, what is going on?" Angel asked, slightly confused and exasperated at the whole deal. He just wanted Spike back, was that too much to ask?
"I'm not telling." Cordelia told him.
"Then how am I going to find out what's going on?" Angel was in disbelief. To say the least.
"You're a semi-detective. Figure it out." Cordelia picked up her bag, and headed for the door. "I'm outta here. Audition. You know how it is."
And she was gone.
"Do you know what's going on?" Angel asked Wesley.
"I have an idea. And Cordelia's right. You need to figure it out on your own."
Angel sighed in confusion, and left his employee who was muttering, "William the Bloody." under his breath, over and over.
Angel went back downstairs, and sank down onto his couch. It had been a long day. He closed his eyes and tried to work everything through his head. Spike was friends with Cordelia. He wanted Angel to pick up on something Angel had no clue of what it was. And Wesley thought he had an idea of what was happening when he hadn't even known Cordelia and Spike were friends. Okay, a very long day indeed.
Angel opened his eyes, and sitting before him was the tape player Spike had taken from the top of Cordelia's desk. Angel went over and picked it up, and looking around, put the headphones to his ears, pressed play, wondering what Spike had sent him this time. Of what memories it was going to induce.
He heard only a short part of a song.
**I'm sorry 'bout the attitude
I need to give when I'm with you
but no one else would take this shit from me
and I'm so
terrified of no one else but me
I'm here all the time
I won't go away
it's me, yeah, I can't get myself to go away
it's me, and I can't get myself to go away**
Sequel to: The Gift
Author: Horsey Spike
E-mail: HorseySpike@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: Characters don't belong to me. Joss and Co. owns them. Blah, blah, and blah. The part of the song is "long day" by Matchbox 20, on the "yourself or someone like you" album.
Distribution: SpikeNAngelFic archive and anyone else I've given permission to. All else, ask.
Spoilers: Previous stories in unnamed series, and everything up to where they know it's a behavior modification device in Spike's head.
Summary. Follows The Gift. Angel has to figure something out.
Author's Notes: I cannot think of a title for the series , and yes it has progressed to where I no longer have the original goal close in mind. So, if anyone can think of a series title, I'll be really, really grateful.
Author's Notes 2: See if you can pick up on what Spike wants. The song part is a clue.
Dedicated to: Donna, for her objection to the correction I made on The Gift. Things are changing, no worries.
_______________
Three days.
Three days the tape player sat on Cordelia's desk, waiting for it's owner to pick it up.
Three days of Angel waiting for the owner to come pick it up, watching Cordelia's desk.
"Ya'know? I'm starting to worry about him." Cordelia confided in Wesley, as they watched Angel stare at the tape player from his office. "Maybe we should get him out of the office. Sent him on a case or something."
"We don't have any cases." Wesley remarked, leaning against the railing. "Who's he waiting for, anyway?"
"Loverboy." Cordelia said. "He left, Angel followed him into the sewers, and came back more broody then when he went in. Handed me the tape player, and locked himself in his room. He only comes out to eat and to come up here and stare at the tape player."
"Why?"
"Who knows why souled vampires do the things they do? Maybe he should go out, kill some demons in the sewers, visit the Oracles?"
**
Angel had been watching the tape player for three days, waiting for the blond vampire to come and pick it up. Three days he spent contemplating what Spike said, and wondering if he was really coming back to get it.
Spike could be long gone from LA, heading to Sunnydale, or somewhere else, so Angel couldn't find him. Though Angel doubted Spike would leave Sunnydale until he got the implant in his head removed. Angel wondered if that was the problem Spike came to tell him about.
Spike had admitted something to him in the tunnels that Angel suspected he's kept hidden inside himself, maybe from himself, since the first time the souled version of Angelus met him on Parent-Teacher Night. Was that why Spike kept trying to kill his sire, though it went against the lore? Was he afraid to get to close to this souled, what he saw as fake, version of his sire, and realize that Angelus was gone forever? What kept Spike from coming to Angel? Was it the fear of his feelings, or the fear of getting dusted?
Angel discounted the last one. Spike wouldn't have had to balls to tie him up and torture him if he was afraid for his life. Spike was never afraid for his life. He lived it to the fullest and never hesitated to take chances.
Angel wondered where was the strength to tell him that he could fall in love with Angel, the one with the soul. Was it Angel's confession that the soul and the demon loved Spike? Was it the forced loneliness that the implant placed him in? Was it the..
..bleached blond, blue-eyed vampire who was walking through his front office door?
Angel watched, stunned, as Spike looked cautiously around the office, focusing for a second on Angel, before turning to Cordelia. He could hear Spike's voice through the window he was looking through.
"Thanks for all your help, ducks. Couldn't have done it without you." He gave a small smile to Cordelia. "I expected a different reaction from him, but this tells me what's going to happen."
[How the hell does he know what's going to happen? He have a crystal ball that tells him the future?]
"Well, you know our broody vampire." Cordelia said, giving a pointed glance in Angel's direction.
"Unfortunately." Spike said curtly. "Now, I've got to be going. Giles's says there's trouble brewing, and since I like this world, I'll be helping to keep it turning. Many thanks, though it didn't work quite as planned."
"We'll try again." Cordelia said, giving him a genuine smile. "You never know. He might get the point." She waved to him as he moved to leave the office.
"Spike, wait." Angel said, as he came out of his office, broken out of his amazement that Spike had came. But Spike was already gone, running with a large overcoat over his head.
Angel sighed and fell back against the doorframe, upset he had let him slip through his fingers once again. He rubbed a hand over his eyes and thought about the conversation he had just heard.
He felt as though it was a staged conversation, and he was supposed to get something from it, that something was supposed to have been made clearer. All Angel knew from listening is that Spike expected a different reaction from him.
But Spike had been the one to run off. He hadn't given Angel much time to react. How could he have wanted a different one?
"Cordelia, what's going on?" Wesley asked, looking curiously at her. "If I'm not mistaken, that was William the Bloody."
"So?" Cordelia asked, shuffling through some papers.
"And you talk to him like he's a friend of yours?"
"Yeah."
Angel raised an eyebrow. When did Cordelia and Spike get to be such good friends?
"Cordelia, what is going on?" Angel asked, slightly confused and exasperated at the whole deal. He just wanted Spike back, was that too much to ask?
"I'm not telling." Cordelia told him.
"Then how am I going to find out what's going on?" Angel was in disbelief. To say the least.
"You're a semi-detective. Figure it out." Cordelia picked up her bag, and headed for the door. "I'm outta here. Audition. You know how it is."
And she was gone.
"Do you know what's going on?" Angel asked Wesley.
"I have an idea. And Cordelia's right. You need to figure it out on your own."
Angel sighed in confusion, and left his employee who was muttering, "William the Bloody." under his breath, over and over.
Angel went back downstairs, and sank down onto his couch. It had been a long day. He closed his eyes and tried to work everything through his head. Spike was friends with Cordelia. He wanted Angel to pick up on something Angel had no clue of what it was. And Wesley thought he had an idea of what was happening when he hadn't even known Cordelia and Spike were friends. Okay, a very long day indeed.
Angel opened his eyes, and sitting before him was the tape player Spike had taken from the top of Cordelia's desk. Angel went over and picked it up, and looking around, put the headphones to his ears, pressed play, wondering what Spike had sent him this time. Of what memories it was going to induce.
He heard only a short part of a song.
**I'm sorry 'bout the attitude
I need to give when I'm with you
but no one else would take this shit from me
and I'm so
terrified of no one else but me
I'm here all the time
I won't go away
it's me, yeah, I can't get myself to go away
it's me, and I can't get myself to go away**