Title: Reunion 7/?
Author: Jamie
Email: JamieA1869@cs.com
Rating: PG so far
Spoilers: Up through season 6 (before Gone-was it Smashed or Wrecked?) for Buffy and season 3 (Daddy episode) for Angel.
Keywords: Spike/Buffy mostly, some Angel/Cordelia, I guess, crossover fic
Feedback: Please, Please, Please!!! I'd really appreciate it. My second try at fanfic.
Distribution: Couple of mailing lists. FanFiction.Net, Buffy After Dark: Stake It!
Disclaimer: All characters belong to Joss Whedon and Co. and no harm was meant in writing this piece. Only the idea is mine.
Summary: If the WB and UPN hadn't declared "mortal enemy" status, we would have seen how the characters in both shows would have reacted to what was happening in the other show. I wanted to know. I made it up.
PART SEVEN
Buffy began to pull out of Spike's arms. He tried to hold her but gave up with a shrug when she threw a glare at him. She got to her feet, clumsy in her haste, as Angel approached them. Spike let out a deep, unneeded breath and jumped to his feet, graceful as a cat. He brushed off the back of his duster, making a big show of not caring.
Neither he nor Buffy saw Angel coming. One minute he was walking slowly into the room and the next he was in Spike's face. Or, rather, his fist was. Spike was caught completely off guard and fell back to the floor.
"Don't *ever* touch her." Angel stood there glaring at him, fists clenched at his sides. The words held the full menace of his alter ego. The threat was clear.
Before Spike could wither him with a response, Angel was on the floor next to him. An angry slayer stood above them both, hands on her hips. Spike hid a grin when he saw Angel's expression change from menace to utter confusion.
"Who do you think you are?" she spat at Angel.
"I was just-"
"No!" she cried, throwing her hands up. "I don't want to hear it!" She began pacing. "You come here, out of the blue, with your little announcement. And you have the-the nerve to beat on Spike? This is-this is just ridiculous." She rubbed her temples, closing her eyes. "Why are you here, Angel? To rub my nose in it?" She looked away from them, blinking back tears.
Spike got to his feet, stepping toward her.
She looked at him. "Don't."
He stopped his advance and looked at Angel, who had gotten to his own feet. "Look what you did, you ponce. Why the hell did you have to come here? Couldn't leave well enough alone." He reached into his coat for his cigarettes and lighter. He lit up, not caring about the no smoking in the training room rule.
Angel ignored him and took a step toward Buffy, who was staring at her feet.
"He came because of me."
They all looked up to see Cordelia standing in the doorway, with the rest of the gang behind her.
Buffy laughed humorlessly. "So it is you. Why do I feel like a sudden game of 'Kick the Buffy'?" She looked back down at her feet.
"The Prom Queen?" Spike hooted, taking a last drag before grinding the cigarette out under his boot. "You left the slayer to hook up with her? That's rich, Peaches. 'Course, the up side would be she obviously didn't make you happy. More's the pity."
Spike blocked the punch Angel threw at him. They squared off, both in vamp face.
Buffy stepped between them, forcing them to back down. Spike resumed his handsome human features and met her gaze. "You okay, pet?" he whispered. The slight shake of her head answered his question. He nodded and moved to lean against the wall, not wanting to make this more difficult for her.
Angel remained in vamp face until Cordelia came further into the room and touched his arm. "It's okay," she said. "He doesn't bother me." She turned to face Buffy. "It's not what you think."
Buffy raised one eyebrow challengingly. "Really, Cordelia? There's nothing going on between you two? Give me a break. Then what was that little display?" she asked, gesturing at Angel. "'Cause it sure as hell looked like what I think."
Cordelia hesitated, looking at Angel. She didn't know what to say, exactly.
"She's not the mother," Angel said.
Before Buffy could comment, Conner's crying broke the silence from the group still hovering in the doorway. Dawn shook him back and forth in her arms, trying to get him to stop. Cordelia went over and took the baby from her. Dawn used the opportunity to go lean against the wall next to Spike. Willow looked questioningly at Xander, who shrugged as he followed Dawn into the room. He took a seat against the wall apart from Dawn and Spike. Willow and Anya sat down next to him.
Buffy looked at her friends lining the wall, supporting her. Xander smiled, giving her a thumbs up. Willow shot a mock gun toward Angel's back, and then faked dying. Buffy couldn't help but grin slightly at the display. Angel turned away from Conner and Cordelia and caught Willow lying on the floor, tongue sticking out, eyes rolled back in her head.
"Willow!" he cried, starting toward her.
"Huh?" she said, rolling to a sitting position, face red with embarrassment. "I'm sorry."
Buffy laughed out loud at Angel's look of relief. She stopped abruptly when he turned his gaze to her. She took a deep breath and sat on an exercise mat, pulling her knees up to her chest. "What's going on, Angel?"
Angel motioned Cordelia to take the baby and sit down with the others. He sat across from Buffy, but far enough away to be out of her reach. He knew how angry she could get. "It was Darla."
"Darla..." She shook her head, not believing. "But you killed-"
Willow spoke up. "Remember, Buffy? Cordelia said that those lawyers brought Darla back?"
"Dru said her grandmamma was back, but she said things weren't exactly roses 'tween you all," Spike said to Angel.
Buffy looked sharply at Spike. "When did-"
"Last year, luv. Remember?"
Buffy's gaze darkened as she remembered exactly what he was referring to. "How could I forget?"
"He said he was sorry for that, Buffy," Dawn said quickly. Spike just shrugged sheepishly.
"Things weren't roses," Angel said, ignoring the new undercurrent between Buffy and Spike. "I tried to help her. I failed."
"Your method of help was to sleep with her? That's a new one."
"Buffy, don't be a bitch," Cordelia said, not looking up from the sleeping baby in her arms.
"Oh, don't worry. I wouldn't dream of taking your title," Buffy replied.
"Are they always like that?" Anya asked Xander.
"Yes."
"Buffy, Cordy, please," Angel said tiredly. The girls both looked at him, but remained quiet. "I meant that I tried to help her redeem herself. Things were pretty low in my life at that time and I made a mistake." At Cordelia's snort, he amended, "Maybe a few mistakes."
"What other mistakes?" Xander asked, eager for more dirt.
Angel just glared at him and then turned to Buffy. She was staring at her clasped hands. "Buffy?"
"Okay," she said, looking up. "So you slept with Darla. Besides the huge amount of wrong in that, what about *him*?" She pointed at Conner. "'Cause from what everyone's told me, you can never have one of those."
"We don't really know how it happened," Cordelia said. "Wesley's been researching. There's a prophecy about him, though. So it was meant to happen, but we don't know why yet. We don't know if it's good or bad. We hope for good."
"Wait," Dawn said. "Where's Darla?" She shuddered as she remembered Darla coming to their home all those years ago and pretending to be Buffy's study buddy. She'd attacked their mom, trying to frame Angel. She'd looked so innocent. Dawn knew she wasn't.
"Dead," Angel said. He wouldn't look at anyone.
"Dead?" Buffy asked. "Did you-"
"No."
"Then how did she-"
"She staked herself," Cordelia said, watching Angel carefully. She knew he was still hurt by what had happened. "To save her baby."
"Wow," Willow said. "She did that?"
Cordelia elbowed her in the side, nodding her head toward the still quiet Angel. Willow nodded in understanding and sat silently.
"Angel?" Buffy said quietly.
He looked up and met her gaze, showing her the pain in his eyes. "I'm sorry, Buffy. I didn't come here to hurt you. I-"
"Why did you come here, mate?" Spike interrupted. He didn't like the softening he saw in Buffy's face.
"Oh!" Cordelia cried, causing the baby to stir. She got very still until he quieted again. "Because I had a vision," she said more quietly.
"Ah, the famous visions," Xander said. "We finally got on the bandwagon?"
"Shut up, Xander," Cordelia said. She looked at Buffy and said, seriously, "Spike's going to try and kill you."
TBC
Author: Jamie
Email: JamieA1869@cs.com
Rating: PG so far
Spoilers: Up through season 6 (before Gone-was it Smashed or Wrecked?) for Buffy and season 3 (Daddy episode) for Angel.
Keywords: Spike/Buffy mostly, some Angel/Cordelia, I guess, crossover fic
Feedback: Please, Please, Please!!! I'd really appreciate it. My second try at fanfic.
Distribution: Couple of mailing lists. FanFiction.Net, Buffy After Dark: Stake It!
Disclaimer: All characters belong to Joss Whedon and Co. and no harm was meant in writing this piece. Only the idea is mine.
Summary: If the WB and UPN hadn't declared "mortal enemy" status, we would have seen how the characters in both shows would have reacted to what was happening in the other show. I wanted to know. I made it up.
PART SEVEN
Buffy began to pull out of Spike's arms. He tried to hold her but gave up with a shrug when she threw a glare at him. She got to her feet, clumsy in her haste, as Angel approached them. Spike let out a deep, unneeded breath and jumped to his feet, graceful as a cat. He brushed off the back of his duster, making a big show of not caring.
Neither he nor Buffy saw Angel coming. One minute he was walking slowly into the room and the next he was in Spike's face. Or, rather, his fist was. Spike was caught completely off guard and fell back to the floor.
"Don't *ever* touch her." Angel stood there glaring at him, fists clenched at his sides. The words held the full menace of his alter ego. The threat was clear.
Before Spike could wither him with a response, Angel was on the floor next to him. An angry slayer stood above them both, hands on her hips. Spike hid a grin when he saw Angel's expression change from menace to utter confusion.
"Who do you think you are?" she spat at Angel.
"I was just-"
"No!" she cried, throwing her hands up. "I don't want to hear it!" She began pacing. "You come here, out of the blue, with your little announcement. And you have the-the nerve to beat on Spike? This is-this is just ridiculous." She rubbed her temples, closing her eyes. "Why are you here, Angel? To rub my nose in it?" She looked away from them, blinking back tears.
Spike got to his feet, stepping toward her.
She looked at him. "Don't."
He stopped his advance and looked at Angel, who had gotten to his own feet. "Look what you did, you ponce. Why the hell did you have to come here? Couldn't leave well enough alone." He reached into his coat for his cigarettes and lighter. He lit up, not caring about the no smoking in the training room rule.
Angel ignored him and took a step toward Buffy, who was staring at her feet.
"He came because of me."
They all looked up to see Cordelia standing in the doorway, with the rest of the gang behind her.
Buffy laughed humorlessly. "So it is you. Why do I feel like a sudden game of 'Kick the Buffy'?" She looked back down at her feet.
"The Prom Queen?" Spike hooted, taking a last drag before grinding the cigarette out under his boot. "You left the slayer to hook up with her? That's rich, Peaches. 'Course, the up side would be she obviously didn't make you happy. More's the pity."
Spike blocked the punch Angel threw at him. They squared off, both in vamp face.
Buffy stepped between them, forcing them to back down. Spike resumed his handsome human features and met her gaze. "You okay, pet?" he whispered. The slight shake of her head answered his question. He nodded and moved to lean against the wall, not wanting to make this more difficult for her.
Angel remained in vamp face until Cordelia came further into the room and touched his arm. "It's okay," she said. "He doesn't bother me." She turned to face Buffy. "It's not what you think."
Buffy raised one eyebrow challengingly. "Really, Cordelia? There's nothing going on between you two? Give me a break. Then what was that little display?" she asked, gesturing at Angel. "'Cause it sure as hell looked like what I think."
Cordelia hesitated, looking at Angel. She didn't know what to say, exactly.
"She's not the mother," Angel said.
Before Buffy could comment, Conner's crying broke the silence from the group still hovering in the doorway. Dawn shook him back and forth in her arms, trying to get him to stop. Cordelia went over and took the baby from her. Dawn used the opportunity to go lean against the wall next to Spike. Willow looked questioningly at Xander, who shrugged as he followed Dawn into the room. He took a seat against the wall apart from Dawn and Spike. Willow and Anya sat down next to him.
Buffy looked at her friends lining the wall, supporting her. Xander smiled, giving her a thumbs up. Willow shot a mock gun toward Angel's back, and then faked dying. Buffy couldn't help but grin slightly at the display. Angel turned away from Conner and Cordelia and caught Willow lying on the floor, tongue sticking out, eyes rolled back in her head.
"Willow!" he cried, starting toward her.
"Huh?" she said, rolling to a sitting position, face red with embarrassment. "I'm sorry."
Buffy laughed out loud at Angel's look of relief. She stopped abruptly when he turned his gaze to her. She took a deep breath and sat on an exercise mat, pulling her knees up to her chest. "What's going on, Angel?"
Angel motioned Cordelia to take the baby and sit down with the others. He sat across from Buffy, but far enough away to be out of her reach. He knew how angry she could get. "It was Darla."
"Darla..." She shook her head, not believing. "But you killed-"
Willow spoke up. "Remember, Buffy? Cordelia said that those lawyers brought Darla back?"
"Dru said her grandmamma was back, but she said things weren't exactly roses 'tween you all," Spike said to Angel.
Buffy looked sharply at Spike. "When did-"
"Last year, luv. Remember?"
Buffy's gaze darkened as she remembered exactly what he was referring to. "How could I forget?"
"He said he was sorry for that, Buffy," Dawn said quickly. Spike just shrugged sheepishly.
"Things weren't roses," Angel said, ignoring the new undercurrent between Buffy and Spike. "I tried to help her. I failed."
"Your method of help was to sleep with her? That's a new one."
"Buffy, don't be a bitch," Cordelia said, not looking up from the sleeping baby in her arms.
"Oh, don't worry. I wouldn't dream of taking your title," Buffy replied.
"Are they always like that?" Anya asked Xander.
"Yes."
"Buffy, Cordy, please," Angel said tiredly. The girls both looked at him, but remained quiet. "I meant that I tried to help her redeem herself. Things were pretty low in my life at that time and I made a mistake." At Cordelia's snort, he amended, "Maybe a few mistakes."
"What other mistakes?" Xander asked, eager for more dirt.
Angel just glared at him and then turned to Buffy. She was staring at her clasped hands. "Buffy?"
"Okay," she said, looking up. "So you slept with Darla. Besides the huge amount of wrong in that, what about *him*?" She pointed at Conner. "'Cause from what everyone's told me, you can never have one of those."
"We don't really know how it happened," Cordelia said. "Wesley's been researching. There's a prophecy about him, though. So it was meant to happen, but we don't know why yet. We don't know if it's good or bad. We hope for good."
"Wait," Dawn said. "Where's Darla?" She shuddered as she remembered Darla coming to their home all those years ago and pretending to be Buffy's study buddy. She'd attacked their mom, trying to frame Angel. She'd looked so innocent. Dawn knew she wasn't.
"Dead," Angel said. He wouldn't look at anyone.
"Dead?" Buffy asked. "Did you-"
"No."
"Then how did she-"
"She staked herself," Cordelia said, watching Angel carefully. She knew he was still hurt by what had happened. "To save her baby."
"Wow," Willow said. "She did that?"
Cordelia elbowed her in the side, nodding her head toward the still quiet Angel. Willow nodded in understanding and sat silently.
"Angel?" Buffy said quietly.
He looked up and met her gaze, showing her the pain in his eyes. "I'm sorry, Buffy. I didn't come here to hurt you. I-"
"Why did you come here, mate?" Spike interrupted. He didn't like the softening he saw in Buffy's face.
"Oh!" Cordelia cried, causing the baby to stir. She got very still until he quieted again. "Because I had a vision," she said more quietly.
"Ah, the famous visions," Xander said. "We finally got on the bandwagon?"
"Shut up, Xander," Cordelia said. She looked at Buffy and said, seriously, "Spike's going to try and kill you."
TBC