1 Author: Spike 'n Cordy
Summary: When Angel's soul becomes permanent but he neglects to tell the group and they hear it from Spike. How will they react?
Rating: PG13
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Authors notes: Buffy and Willow find a cure that will make Angel's soul permanent. So the Scooby gang minus Giles come to LA. Spike comes later on his own.
Dawn, Giles and Joyce are not mentioned so you can make up your own reasons for them not being there. Buffy no longer has to stay in SD. They found a spell and closed up the hell mouth for good. Willow and Xander are together because I'm just not good at writing a lot of people so Anya and Tara are not in this story.
Authors notes: Thank you to everyone who has reviewed this story. I still need help with a title so any suggestions would be appreciated. I'm not sure what kind of car Spike drives so if I'm wrong don't sue. Enjoy and please review.
Timeline: Set after Reunion and Crush.
Chapter Four - Roach Motel
Five Months Later
Cordelia and Spike pulled into the motel parking lot just after sundown. His beat up pinto sputtered and died.
Cordelia stepped out of the passenger seat and stretched her long legs. "Just in time," she motioned to the orange gage on the fuel tank that was well below 'E'.
Spike through the butt of a cigarette away after taking one final drag, "Yeah luv, I'll run to the petro station while you get some rest."
"I'm fine," she waved him away with her right hand and winced at the pain that went down her side.
Spike laughed at her attempt to brush off the six inch gash she got from their last battle. "Fine? Is that what they call it these days?" Walking to her side, "Let's rent us a room and change your dressing."
The motel desk keeper, a short fat man in his early fifties, shook when he saw the pair walk towards the office. They were both dressed all in black, their dusters swirling behind them. The man with bleached blonde hair wore an expression that asked you to try to mess with him. The woman's long brown hair flowed around her shoulders. He couldn't read her expression.
When the finally reached him, he nervously stood up.
"We'd like a room," the man said. He had a British accent, which was unexpected. "Dan," he added after seeing the cheap name plate on the counter.
Sweat started to form on Dan's upper lip, "One bed or two?"
The man eyed the woman up and down he was about to answer when she raised her eyebrow. "Two," he said almost grouchy.
"With a TV that works," the girl added.
Dan gave them the key after they paid for the room, half price of course, thanks to Spike's excellent bartering technique.
Spike was finding it hard to hold in his chuckles as they left the office. Cordelia was impressed, the last time they tried that the cops chased them out of town. When they reached the room Spike opened the door.
"I'll get the bags. Take the bandages off and I'll get fresh ones."
Cordelia smiled her thanks and looked around the little room. Two twin beds, a bedside table with a lamp. She tried the switch, nothing happened, "Great," she mumbled. The TV sat on top of a dresser that was missing two drawers, and the bathroom was just beyond. She walked towards it hoping a hot shower would help her cramped muscles loosen. Cordelia almost sighed with relief at the sight before her. No sign of a bug anywhere. This was well above any other motels they've stayed at during the last month of their travel.
She turned when Spike entered the room. "No bugs," she smiled.
Spike returned it, "Good. I hate it when you scream and go all girly."
"I am a girl," she pointed out needlessly, as she removed her coat.
"I realize that luv, but you hunt and fight demons, and little, tiny bugs scare the shit out of you."
Cordy took her bag from Spikes hand, "Well, bugs can crawl on you and you won't notice, while demons would draw a little attention to themselves." She pulled out her night clothes which consist of a T-shirt and shorts. "I'm going to take a shower, then change the bandage."
"Whatever you say luv," he leaned back on the bed he claimed for himself. The bed closest to the door.
A few months back, a demon they were hunting got word of it and tried to get to them first. It broke into the motel room and got to Cordy, in the first bed, before he could stop it. She has the scar on her back to prove it. Since then Spike has always slept closest to the door.
One hour later they were both showered and talking about their fight coming up the next night. "You should stay back."
"No, I don't think so," Cordelia stated, brushing the tangles out of her long hair.
Spike watched her, it was very soothing routine they had gotten into. He watches as she gets ready for bed. She applies her lotions, though not as many now as when they started, brushes her teeth and then her hair. She even let Spike brush it once in a while. But only when she was too tired, hurt or drunk to do it her self.
The latter was a very rare occasion. The last time they got drunk was after a huge battle that they didn't really think they lived through. They walked into the bar thinking that they were really dead. The bartender gave them weird looks all night. Probably because they kept asking if he could really see them.
"Cordelia, with your injury I'd be worrying about you not the guy I'm fighting. You can stay in the car in case we need a fast get away."
"Fine. But I'm only giving in until I get better. The second I'm recovered, we're going to kill some thing."
"Here, here," Spike raise the mug of blood in the air and then took a sip.
Summary: When Angel's soul becomes permanent but he neglects to tell the group and they hear it from Spike. How will they react?
Rating: PG13
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Authors notes: Buffy and Willow find a cure that will make Angel's soul permanent. So the Scooby gang minus Giles come to LA. Spike comes later on his own.
Dawn, Giles and Joyce are not mentioned so you can make up your own reasons for them not being there. Buffy no longer has to stay in SD. They found a spell and closed up the hell mouth for good. Willow and Xander are together because I'm just not good at writing a lot of people so Anya and Tara are not in this story.
Authors notes: Thank you to everyone who has reviewed this story. I still need help with a title so any suggestions would be appreciated. I'm not sure what kind of car Spike drives so if I'm wrong don't sue. Enjoy and please review.
Timeline: Set after Reunion and Crush.
Chapter Four - Roach Motel
Five Months Later
Cordelia and Spike pulled into the motel parking lot just after sundown. His beat up pinto sputtered and died.
Cordelia stepped out of the passenger seat and stretched her long legs. "Just in time," she motioned to the orange gage on the fuel tank that was well below 'E'.
Spike through the butt of a cigarette away after taking one final drag, "Yeah luv, I'll run to the petro station while you get some rest."
"I'm fine," she waved him away with her right hand and winced at the pain that went down her side.
Spike laughed at her attempt to brush off the six inch gash she got from their last battle. "Fine? Is that what they call it these days?" Walking to her side, "Let's rent us a room and change your dressing."
The motel desk keeper, a short fat man in his early fifties, shook when he saw the pair walk towards the office. They were both dressed all in black, their dusters swirling behind them. The man with bleached blonde hair wore an expression that asked you to try to mess with him. The woman's long brown hair flowed around her shoulders. He couldn't read her expression.
When the finally reached him, he nervously stood up.
"We'd like a room," the man said. He had a British accent, which was unexpected. "Dan," he added after seeing the cheap name plate on the counter.
Sweat started to form on Dan's upper lip, "One bed or two?"
The man eyed the woman up and down he was about to answer when she raised her eyebrow. "Two," he said almost grouchy.
"With a TV that works," the girl added.
Dan gave them the key after they paid for the room, half price of course, thanks to Spike's excellent bartering technique.
Spike was finding it hard to hold in his chuckles as they left the office. Cordelia was impressed, the last time they tried that the cops chased them out of town. When they reached the room Spike opened the door.
"I'll get the bags. Take the bandages off and I'll get fresh ones."
Cordelia smiled her thanks and looked around the little room. Two twin beds, a bedside table with a lamp. She tried the switch, nothing happened, "Great," she mumbled. The TV sat on top of a dresser that was missing two drawers, and the bathroom was just beyond. She walked towards it hoping a hot shower would help her cramped muscles loosen. Cordelia almost sighed with relief at the sight before her. No sign of a bug anywhere. This was well above any other motels they've stayed at during the last month of their travel.
She turned when Spike entered the room. "No bugs," she smiled.
Spike returned it, "Good. I hate it when you scream and go all girly."
"I am a girl," she pointed out needlessly, as she removed her coat.
"I realize that luv, but you hunt and fight demons, and little, tiny bugs scare the shit out of you."
Cordy took her bag from Spikes hand, "Well, bugs can crawl on you and you won't notice, while demons would draw a little attention to themselves." She pulled out her night clothes which consist of a T-shirt and shorts. "I'm going to take a shower, then change the bandage."
"Whatever you say luv," he leaned back on the bed he claimed for himself. The bed closest to the door.
A few months back, a demon they were hunting got word of it and tried to get to them first. It broke into the motel room and got to Cordy, in the first bed, before he could stop it. She has the scar on her back to prove it. Since then Spike has always slept closest to the door.
One hour later they were both showered and talking about their fight coming up the next night. "You should stay back."
"No, I don't think so," Cordelia stated, brushing the tangles out of her long hair.
Spike watched her, it was very soothing routine they had gotten into. He watches as she gets ready for bed. She applies her lotions, though not as many now as when they started, brushes her teeth and then her hair. She even let Spike brush it once in a while. But only when she was too tired, hurt or drunk to do it her self.
The latter was a very rare occasion. The last time they got drunk was after a huge battle that they didn't really think they lived through. They walked into the bar thinking that they were really dead. The bartender gave them weird looks all night. Probably because they kept asking if he could really see them.
"Cordelia, with your injury I'd be worrying about you not the guy I'm fighting. You can stay in the car in case we need a fast get away."
"Fine. But I'm only giving in until I get better. The second I'm recovered, we're going to kill some thing."
"Here, here," Spike raise the mug of blood in the air and then took a sip.
