Title: Reunion 11/?
Author: Jamie
Email: JamieA1869@cs.com
Rating: PG so far
Spoilers: Up through season 6's Wrecked for Buffy and season 3's Daddy for Angel.
Keywords: Spike/Buffy mostly, some Angel/Cordelia, I guess, crossover fic
Feedback: Please, please, please. Chocolate covered Spikey's all around? My second try at fanfic.
Distribution: Couple of mailing lists. FanFiction.Net, http://www.geocities.com/buffyafterdark/ , http://lurking.home.dk3.com/endie.html , You want it? Let me know.
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.
A/N: I apologize for taking so long on this part. I honestly wanted it out a lot sooner, but there was a whole issue of being miserably sick. I'll be better next time!
PART ELEVEN
"Oh, God," Xander mumbled, holding his head in his hands, not looking at anyone. "That is just so...very wrong." He peeked out from between his fingers. "Does anyone else just see the very wrongness in that?"
Angel nodded his head. "Gotta agree with you."
Xander threw his hands up in the air, frustrated. "And the one to agree? Dead Boy. The other one I hate." He glanced at the dark vampire. "No offense."
"Oh, it's mutual. None taken," Angel replied, shrugging.
Dawn giggled. "Xander, lighten up."
"Dawnster, no offense, but you're not really an impartial party," Xander said.
"Oh, like you are?" Willow added, giving Xander a disbelieving look.
Xander shrugged his shoulders sheepishly. "Yeah, well, maybe not. But, hello! The Evil Undead?" He looked at Buffy. "What were you thinking?"
"Oi! Standing right here, Harris. Don't talk 'bout me like I'm not."
Xander spared a brief glance for the bleached vampire before dismissing him with a wave of his hand. "Whatever." He turned back to Buffy. "Is this some kind of rebelling thing, getting back at us for bringing you back?"
Spike growled at him, advancing slowly. "Better take that back, whelp. Chip or no chip, I'll make you wish you had."
"Will you two just stop it?" Buffy cried, exasperated.
"Xander, maybe Buffy just needed sex," Anya supplied helpfully. She smiled broadly at everyone. "Why should we be the only ones having any?"
"Thanks, Anya," Buffy said, rolling her eyes.
"Okay, I so don't need the image, An," Xander replied, shuddering.
"God, Xander, just grow up!" Cordelia exclaimed.
Xander turned to her, eyes wide, mouth open. He started to say something when she cut him off.
"Buffy's a big girl, Xand. Has been for years now. She can take care of her own love life!"
Buffy cast a grateful glance in Cordelia's direction, getting a small smile in return. Xander's mouth shut without him saying a word. He glanced back and forth between Buffy and Spike, shook his head helplessly and remained silent.
Buffy sighed. This day was really turning out to be hell on earth. "Xand? We okay?" she asked softly.
Xander met her gaze for a full minute before replying. He glanced once more at Spike and turned back to the blonde slayer. He shrugged. "It'll take some getting used to. I'll never like it." He paused a moment, looking into Buffy's concerned eyes. "But, yeah. We're okay."
She smiled in relief. She looked at the others, her gaze coming to rest on Angel. "Could everyone just leave? I think Angel and I need to talk."
Dawn pouted. "But-"
"Come on, Dawnie. Give Buff some space," Xander said, touching her lightly on the shoulder. He shot another glare in Spike's direction before taking Anya's hand and leaving the training room.
Cordelia bounced Conner in her arms, smiling at Dawn. "Come on, Dawn. You can help me with Conner."
Dawn looked uncertainly from Spike to Buffy and then to Angel before shrugging helplessly. "Whatever," she muttered, just short of stomping out of the room.
Willow gave a little wave and followed her out.
"Buffy?" Spike said hesitantly. "You want I should go?" He affected a careless pose, waiting.
Buffy ran a hand through her hair, unsure what she should do. She saw Angel's barely concealed hostility toward Spike. He may have accepted what happened between his grandchilde and his ex-lover, but he didn't like it. Not one bit. She sighed. She seemed to be doing a lot of that today.
"No, Spike. You might as well stay."
He nodded, all casual-like, and remained quiet. He watched Angel under hooded lids. He felt a certain amount of excitement, hoping Angel would attack again. His fists itched to pound against his grandsire's cool flesh. But he remained still, his posture unthreatening. And he waited.
"Why does he have to be here?" Angel asked, practically growling out the "he."
"Like it or not, Angel. He's involved."
"He has nothing to do with *us*."
"Maybe not specifically. But he has to do with me."
"So, what? You're together now?" His voice hitched slightly at the end. This was just all so...unbelievable.
Spike held very still as he waited for Buffy's answer to that one. It interested him very much what she would say and he braced himself for likely disappointment.
Buffy moved to stand in front of Angel, squaring her shoulders. "Why does everything have to be so black and white?" she asked. "It's just not that simple."
"Why isn't it? You're either together or you're not."
"God, Angel. You of all people should know that isn't true."
His brow furrowed in remembered pain and confusion. He reached out a hand and lightly traced it down the side of her face. "I guess I do know." He dropped his hand and stepped back, turning around. He shook his head slightly, seeming to clear it of old memories. He turned abruptly toward Spike, glaring. "Why? Why couldn't you just leave her to live her life? A normal life?"
Spike's jaw clenched and he stood up very straight, feet braced apart. "Normal? She's the bloody Slayer, Peaches! 'Bout as far from normal as she can get!"
"What can you possibly offer her?" Angel said, advancing another step. "Picnics? Trips to the beach? White picket fence?"
"Who's to say she even wants any of those things?" Spike countered, taking his own step forward, waiting for the attack he knew would come.
"Hello! You will not talk about me like I'm not here. I'm not a child, Angel!" Buffy said, stepping between them and stomping her foot for emphasis. She looked down at said foot in consternation and muttered sheepishly, "Okay, that would have had more oomph without the stomping, wouldn't it?"
"Just missing the pigtails, sweets," Spike commented, grinning. The picture she presented was just too cute for words.
She glared at him but made no reply. She turned to Angel. "I don't expect to have a normal life, Angel. It's not gonna happen. I tried the normal boyfriend, remember? He preferred vamp whores to me." Her eyes darkened for a moment. "I don't have to hold back with Spike. He's my equal."
"'S right," Spike said, smirking at Angel.
"Even if I could still kick his ass," she amended. "Cocky bastard," she added under her breath.
"Buffy-"
"Angel, please. You left. I understand why. I was a child then and you needed to be the adult. But I'm not a child anymore. I've dealt with more adult issues than you could possibly imagine. I'm a big girl. Cordelia says so," she added, smiling. She stepped close to Angel once again. "I'll always love you. You know that. But neither one of us can wait around for a miracle. And I swear I'm not the only one who's moved on." She gave him a meaningful look, waiting.
He would have flushed if he'd been able. Instead, his mouth worked for a moment, opening and closing with no sounds coming out. "What-what do you mean?"
She rolled her eyes at him. "Please. You have a son. A son, Angel! Somehow, that was meant to happen. And if you were meant to do that, with Darla...then we weren't meant to last, no matter how much it might hurt to say that." She glanced toward the closed door that led to the main shop where their friends waited. "And if I'm not mistaken...there's something going on with you and Cordy."
"Buffy, no, there isn't-we haven't-"
She held up a hand to silence him. She cupped his cheek for a moment, smiling softly. "Angel, it's okay. Not really my idea of the perfect match. But, hey. Be happy." She paused. "Just not too happy, okay? 'Cause that would be bad." She grinned suddenly. "Makes us even, don't you think? Finding...something with each others' enemies? Old enemies, that is?"
He smiled slightly at that. "She's changed," he said simply.
"I know. And I'm glad. It's hard seeing her as anything but the Queen Bitch. But I do." She looked back at Spike, giving him a wink. "He's changed, too."
Angel sighed and looked at the blond vampire. "Okay. I see that he's changed. I just don't want him to hurt you."
"Won't happen, mate."
Angel met his eyes for a long moment. Something passed between the two vampires in that time, something the Slayer couldn't understand. And Angel nodded his head once, decisively. "I'll be there if it does."
"I'll give you the stake myself."
"So, have you decided my fate?" Buffy said, breaking the moment. "'Cause I really do appreciate having everything settled nice and tight." She stomped her foot again, just for the heck of it. "Buffy big girl. Buffy no need daddies."
"Got that right, luv. Sounds like you need a grammar lesson, though."
"Get staked," she said sweetly.
The training room door opened and they all looked to see Cordelia standing there. She didn't have Conner with her. She looked directly at Angel and said, "Dawn's got him."
He relaxed his stance and nodded. "What is it?"
Cordelia glanced at Buffy and Spike before answering him. "Sorry to interrupt. I just...something occurred to me."
"'S that, pet?" Spike asked.
"The vision," she replied, noting the sudden stiffening of Buffy's shoulders. She sighed. Sometimes she really hated her sacred duty. But a girl had to do what a girl had to do... "I get the whole...sex part," she said, glancing surreptitiously at Angel. "But it wasn't just that. They were fighting. As in, hitting each other."
"So?" Angel asked.
Cordelia rolled her eyes. "Buffy hit. Spike hit back. It's a simple equation, really, Angel." She paused again, giving him a chance to catch up. When he still looked confused she added, "Spike *hit* Buffy. When he hit Xander here? Big pain, right? But he was fighting Buffy. They weren't holding back. The chip didn't work. Why could he hit Buffy?"
TBC
Author: Jamie
Email: JamieA1869@cs.com
Rating: PG so far
Spoilers: Up through season 6's Wrecked for Buffy and season 3's Daddy for Angel.
Keywords: Spike/Buffy mostly, some Angel/Cordelia, I guess, crossover fic
Feedback: Please, please, please. Chocolate covered Spikey's all around? My second try at fanfic.
Distribution: Couple of mailing lists. FanFiction.Net, http://www.geocities.com/buffyafterdark/ , http://lurking.home.dk3.com/endie.html , You want it? Let me know.
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.
A/N: I apologize for taking so long on this part. I honestly wanted it out a lot sooner, but there was a whole issue of being miserably sick. I'll be better next time!
PART ELEVEN
"Oh, God," Xander mumbled, holding his head in his hands, not looking at anyone. "That is just so...very wrong." He peeked out from between his fingers. "Does anyone else just see the very wrongness in that?"
Angel nodded his head. "Gotta agree with you."
Xander threw his hands up in the air, frustrated. "And the one to agree? Dead Boy. The other one I hate." He glanced at the dark vampire. "No offense."
"Oh, it's mutual. None taken," Angel replied, shrugging.
Dawn giggled. "Xander, lighten up."
"Dawnster, no offense, but you're not really an impartial party," Xander said.
"Oh, like you are?" Willow added, giving Xander a disbelieving look.
Xander shrugged his shoulders sheepishly. "Yeah, well, maybe not. But, hello! The Evil Undead?" He looked at Buffy. "What were you thinking?"
"Oi! Standing right here, Harris. Don't talk 'bout me like I'm not."
Xander spared a brief glance for the bleached vampire before dismissing him with a wave of his hand. "Whatever." He turned back to Buffy. "Is this some kind of rebelling thing, getting back at us for bringing you back?"
Spike growled at him, advancing slowly. "Better take that back, whelp. Chip or no chip, I'll make you wish you had."
"Will you two just stop it?" Buffy cried, exasperated.
"Xander, maybe Buffy just needed sex," Anya supplied helpfully. She smiled broadly at everyone. "Why should we be the only ones having any?"
"Thanks, Anya," Buffy said, rolling her eyes.
"Okay, I so don't need the image, An," Xander replied, shuddering.
"God, Xander, just grow up!" Cordelia exclaimed.
Xander turned to her, eyes wide, mouth open. He started to say something when she cut him off.
"Buffy's a big girl, Xand. Has been for years now. She can take care of her own love life!"
Buffy cast a grateful glance in Cordelia's direction, getting a small smile in return. Xander's mouth shut without him saying a word. He glanced back and forth between Buffy and Spike, shook his head helplessly and remained silent.
Buffy sighed. This day was really turning out to be hell on earth. "Xand? We okay?" she asked softly.
Xander met her gaze for a full minute before replying. He glanced once more at Spike and turned back to the blonde slayer. He shrugged. "It'll take some getting used to. I'll never like it." He paused a moment, looking into Buffy's concerned eyes. "But, yeah. We're okay."
She smiled in relief. She looked at the others, her gaze coming to rest on Angel. "Could everyone just leave? I think Angel and I need to talk."
Dawn pouted. "But-"
"Come on, Dawnie. Give Buff some space," Xander said, touching her lightly on the shoulder. He shot another glare in Spike's direction before taking Anya's hand and leaving the training room.
Cordelia bounced Conner in her arms, smiling at Dawn. "Come on, Dawn. You can help me with Conner."
Dawn looked uncertainly from Spike to Buffy and then to Angel before shrugging helplessly. "Whatever," she muttered, just short of stomping out of the room.
Willow gave a little wave and followed her out.
"Buffy?" Spike said hesitantly. "You want I should go?" He affected a careless pose, waiting.
Buffy ran a hand through her hair, unsure what she should do. She saw Angel's barely concealed hostility toward Spike. He may have accepted what happened between his grandchilde and his ex-lover, but he didn't like it. Not one bit. She sighed. She seemed to be doing a lot of that today.
"No, Spike. You might as well stay."
He nodded, all casual-like, and remained quiet. He watched Angel under hooded lids. He felt a certain amount of excitement, hoping Angel would attack again. His fists itched to pound against his grandsire's cool flesh. But he remained still, his posture unthreatening. And he waited.
"Why does he have to be here?" Angel asked, practically growling out the "he."
"Like it or not, Angel. He's involved."
"He has nothing to do with *us*."
"Maybe not specifically. But he has to do with me."
"So, what? You're together now?" His voice hitched slightly at the end. This was just all so...unbelievable.
Spike held very still as he waited for Buffy's answer to that one. It interested him very much what she would say and he braced himself for likely disappointment.
Buffy moved to stand in front of Angel, squaring her shoulders. "Why does everything have to be so black and white?" she asked. "It's just not that simple."
"Why isn't it? You're either together or you're not."
"God, Angel. You of all people should know that isn't true."
His brow furrowed in remembered pain and confusion. He reached out a hand and lightly traced it down the side of her face. "I guess I do know." He dropped his hand and stepped back, turning around. He shook his head slightly, seeming to clear it of old memories. He turned abruptly toward Spike, glaring. "Why? Why couldn't you just leave her to live her life? A normal life?"
Spike's jaw clenched and he stood up very straight, feet braced apart. "Normal? She's the bloody Slayer, Peaches! 'Bout as far from normal as she can get!"
"What can you possibly offer her?" Angel said, advancing another step. "Picnics? Trips to the beach? White picket fence?"
"Who's to say she even wants any of those things?" Spike countered, taking his own step forward, waiting for the attack he knew would come.
"Hello! You will not talk about me like I'm not here. I'm not a child, Angel!" Buffy said, stepping between them and stomping her foot for emphasis. She looked down at said foot in consternation and muttered sheepishly, "Okay, that would have had more oomph without the stomping, wouldn't it?"
"Just missing the pigtails, sweets," Spike commented, grinning. The picture she presented was just too cute for words.
She glared at him but made no reply. She turned to Angel. "I don't expect to have a normal life, Angel. It's not gonna happen. I tried the normal boyfriend, remember? He preferred vamp whores to me." Her eyes darkened for a moment. "I don't have to hold back with Spike. He's my equal."
"'S right," Spike said, smirking at Angel.
"Even if I could still kick his ass," she amended. "Cocky bastard," she added under her breath.
"Buffy-"
"Angel, please. You left. I understand why. I was a child then and you needed to be the adult. But I'm not a child anymore. I've dealt with more adult issues than you could possibly imagine. I'm a big girl. Cordelia says so," she added, smiling. She stepped close to Angel once again. "I'll always love you. You know that. But neither one of us can wait around for a miracle. And I swear I'm not the only one who's moved on." She gave him a meaningful look, waiting.
He would have flushed if he'd been able. Instead, his mouth worked for a moment, opening and closing with no sounds coming out. "What-what do you mean?"
She rolled her eyes at him. "Please. You have a son. A son, Angel! Somehow, that was meant to happen. And if you were meant to do that, with Darla...then we weren't meant to last, no matter how much it might hurt to say that." She glanced toward the closed door that led to the main shop where their friends waited. "And if I'm not mistaken...there's something going on with you and Cordy."
"Buffy, no, there isn't-we haven't-"
She held up a hand to silence him. She cupped his cheek for a moment, smiling softly. "Angel, it's okay. Not really my idea of the perfect match. But, hey. Be happy." She paused. "Just not too happy, okay? 'Cause that would be bad." She grinned suddenly. "Makes us even, don't you think? Finding...something with each others' enemies? Old enemies, that is?"
He smiled slightly at that. "She's changed," he said simply.
"I know. And I'm glad. It's hard seeing her as anything but the Queen Bitch. But I do." She looked back at Spike, giving him a wink. "He's changed, too."
Angel sighed and looked at the blond vampire. "Okay. I see that he's changed. I just don't want him to hurt you."
"Won't happen, mate."
Angel met his eyes for a long moment. Something passed between the two vampires in that time, something the Slayer couldn't understand. And Angel nodded his head once, decisively. "I'll be there if it does."
"I'll give you the stake myself."
"So, have you decided my fate?" Buffy said, breaking the moment. "'Cause I really do appreciate having everything settled nice and tight." She stomped her foot again, just for the heck of it. "Buffy big girl. Buffy no need daddies."
"Got that right, luv. Sounds like you need a grammar lesson, though."
"Get staked," she said sweetly.
The training room door opened and they all looked to see Cordelia standing there. She didn't have Conner with her. She looked directly at Angel and said, "Dawn's got him."
He relaxed his stance and nodded. "What is it?"
Cordelia glanced at Buffy and Spike before answering him. "Sorry to interrupt. I just...something occurred to me."
"'S that, pet?" Spike asked.
"The vision," she replied, noting the sudden stiffening of Buffy's shoulders. She sighed. Sometimes she really hated her sacred duty. But a girl had to do what a girl had to do... "I get the whole...sex part," she said, glancing surreptitiously at Angel. "But it wasn't just that. They were fighting. As in, hitting each other."
"So?" Angel asked.
Cordelia rolled her eyes. "Buffy hit. Spike hit back. It's a simple equation, really, Angel." She paused again, giving him a chance to catch up. When he still looked confused she added, "Spike *hit* Buffy. When he hit Xander here? Big pain, right? But he was fighting Buffy. They weren't holding back. The chip didn't work. Why could he hit Buffy?"
TBC