Author: Kelley (beanyb1999@hotmail.com)
Rating: PG-13…what else?
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Summary: Spike and Tara have figured out what is wrong with Buffy. Spike has gone to fix it. Things are pretty much back to normal…or are they?
Disclaimer: Joss owns 'em. I will get Spike for myself one day!
Dedication: For Christy, who helped me all the way through this. For Shelley, my partner in crime. We just posted the first few chapters of our sequel to "I'll Most Likely Kill You In The Morning" and it's called "Camelot Is A Silly Place." Please read it! For all my reviewers, I love you guys! You rock!!
A/N: WELL, HERE IT IS! THE FINAL CHAPTER! Are you happy? Sad? Angry? Whatever? Hehehe. Please read and review!
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William sighed as his eyes scanned the place once more.
Heaven?
Ha! This was anything but.
William was in California, but not Sunnydale. Spike was in Sunnydale having made it safely back to his body. Spike was with the Slayer . . . in Sunnydale.
But not William.
Nope!
William was in . . . L.A.
The PTB sent him there with a mission. He was on a mission!!! Luckily for him, that didn't involve attempting life again. He was just there.
So, there he stood, in the lobby of the Hyperion . . . of all places.
Bloody wonderful, he thought glumly. He was bored out of his mind.
Slowly but surely, people began to gather in the lobby. He watched as the group gathered around a table.
William floated over there . . . he could do that, still being a creature of Heaven and all . . . and peered over their shoulders.
They were all cooing over a tiny baby.
William smirked. So, these are the ones who protect citizens of L.A. from the major baddies every night? He rolled his eyes and started to pace back and forth.
Spike had rubbed off on him in that respect . . .well, in that one respect. In actuality, he had grown quite fond of his demon self and unconsciously began acting like him.
The Powers That Be were none too happy about that. That is how he came upon this mission given to him by them.
Their way of exacting revenge for that awful headache he and Spike had caused them?
Probably.
A chuckle escaped from his mouth.
Angel frowned and looked behind him.
"Spike? What are you doing here? HOW did you get here? WHEN did you get here? WHAT did you do to your hair?"
Everyone at the table stopped cooing at Connor and were now focused on the soulful vampire.
"Angel, who are you talking to?" Cordelia asked.
"Spike," Angel replied in annoyance.
"Who's Spike?" Fred and Gunn asked in unison.
"An annoying vampire with badly bleached hair and an awful wardrobe," Cordelia replied, ever the fashion queen.
William laughed out loud again.
Angel glared at him. "Why are you here?"
"Angel, who are you talking to?" Wesley asked worriedly.
"Spike! I already told you that!"
William crossed his arms over his chest in amusement.
"Guess again, Peaches," he retorted.
Angel furrowed his brow. "Wh-what?"
"Angel, have you experienced any major head trauma lately?" Fred asked with concern.
"No! Can't you see him?" Angel asked, sounding desperate.
"See who?" they questioned in unison.
"Spike!" Angel cried.
"I'm not Spike you stupid git," William remarked.
"You sound like him," Angel replied in confusion.
"Actually, I'm William. Spike used to be me before your crazy Drusilla bit me."
"What do you want?" Angel asked quietly.
William smiled gleefully. "Isn't that a wonderful question?" He rubbed his hands together. "I have been sent here to be your Guardian Angel," he replied with a smirk.
"My Guardian Angel?" Angel raised his eyebrows.
"Yes yes. You know. I'm supposed to lead you down the path of righteousness," he said with a wickedly mischievous grin.
"That sounds promising," Angel remarked sarcastically.
"Uh, Angel? Yo! You're freakin' us out!" Gunn said loudly.
"Excuse me. We're trying to talk here soul-boy," William stated dryly.
Angel rolled his eyes. "Shut up."
"Sorry, man," Gunn said quickly.
"Not you. Sorry." He looked at Gunn apologetically.
"Your hair is messed up," William said with a smile.
Angel quickly put his hand to his hair. "It is? Where?" he asked, panic filling his voice. Then he glared at William. "If you're my Guardian Angel, why are you so annoying? Why are you so much like Spike?"
"Well, we're practically the same person anyway, oh Mighty Poofter."
Angel didn't know what to think. He looked like Spike, but his accent was different. He sounded more like Giles with a little more bite to his words. This oughta be a whole lot of fun, Angel thought dejectedly.
Cordelia patted Angel's shoulder. "Ok, Angel, I think you need a nap or something. You obviously have not been sleeping enough. Just go take a nap. We'll look after Connor for you."
William's eyes lit up. "You have a son? That's rich!" William laughed and slapped his knee.
Angel growled under his breath, then sighed. "I'm fine, Cordy. I promise."
"Angel and Cordy, sittin' in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N . . ."
"William!" Angel yelled, startling everyone.
"Who's William?" Fred and Gunn asked in unison.
Angel slapped his forehead and moaned.
William rubbed his hands together, enjoying himself quite a bit.
Angel turned and glared at him.
"I need to go hit something," Angel mumbled, "before this idiot makes me lose my mind," he added under his breath. "I'll be back later."
"O-ok!" Fred cried. "We'll take care of Connor!"
Angel walked off with a quick wave of his hand and headed to the sparring room. William followed quietly. He figured he was ready for a little more mischief.
Angel stared at the wall. "Why me?" he asked in exasperation. He sat against the wall momentarily, grateful for the quiet.
Or so he thought.
William chose that moment to burst into song.
"This is the song that doesn't end! Yes it goes on and on my friends. Some people started singing it not knowing what it was! And they'll continue singing it forever just because this is the song that doesn't end! Yes . . ."
"Cut it out!" Angel growled.
William stopped singing, but smiled nonetheless.
"Are you going to follow me everywhere?"
"Well, yeah. I mean I am your Guardian Angel. What do you expect?"
"Why do I need a Guardian Angel? Don't I have to go through enough? I mean, Cordelia takes my credit card ALL the time!"
"Hey, it's not like I asked to be here. The PTB are a little brassed off at Spike and me so they decided to send me here to be your Guardian Angel. I figured, if I have to do this, I might as well make the most of it."
"What did you do to the Powers That Be?" Angel asked annoyed.
"It's not important," William said, shrugging.
"Well, could you stay out of my business?"
"Your business is my business, Peaches."
Angel rolled his eyes for what seemed like the fiftieth time.
William began humming "Amazing Grace."
Angel threw his hands in the air dejectedly.
"Do you have to do that? You're as bad as Spike!"
William smiled triumphantly but continued to hum since he hadn't quite finished the whole song yet.
Angel just sighed and attempted to tune him out.
Wait, this isn't as bad as I thought it would be. This IS Heaven! William thought to himself, excited about the prospect of being able to annoy Angel day and night as he pleased. I wonder what Spike is up to. He grinned.
THE END!!!!!
A/N2: Heh, what do you think? Sequel? I'm just not sure. Maybe not, but you never know. It just depends on how much time I have I guess. Thanks for reading my story. I'm glad you took the time to follow along. THANKS GUYS!!