Title: Sun and Shadow
Section: Los Angeles I
Part: Four -- Not-Quite Mojo
Author: Arsahi
Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer is property of Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy. Angel the Series belongs to Joss Whedon, David Greenwalt, and Mutant Enemy.
Distribution: Eh...gonna be stingy this time and say ask first. You can find my email address on my author profile.
Dedication: The normal people, you know who you are.
Rated: This part is rated PG-13.
Pairings: Ugh! Too many to name!
Notes: This is my first crossover, folks. Be warned.
Timeframe: Post-Gone for BtVS and post-Dad for Angel.
~*~ Not-Quite Mojo ~*~
Angel agreed to the proposition Spike laid in front of him, albeit reluctantly. Spike seemed to genuinely love the former Slayer, and the way Spike presented
it, Buffy seemed to love him too. He was glad--he wouldn't have to break Buffy's heart when he finally claimed his mate. Angel didn't think it possible, but
his heart fluttered whenever he thought of her.
Spike must have noticed the reluctance but he knew Angel would keep his word. So now all Spike had to do was sit back, relax, and wait for the older
vampire to come up with something to do. But maybe he should push a certain someone into another someone's arms first.
So that found Spike sitting on the sofa with Cordelia across the room talking with Angel. Gunn had left, claiming that he forgot to do something earlier.
Spike had watched all of them to see which one was the most perceptive, which one of them would notice he was watching them. Wesley never even flinched when
Spike had watched him for ten minutes straight, a predatory smirk adorning his lips. Next he watched Lorne. The demon had a severe case of the wiggins then
and left up to the room he was staying in. That left one more person in the room that could help him with his plan: Winifred Burkle. As soon as he turned
his gae to her, she turned her head to look at him.
There was a farmer had a dog and Bingo was his name-o.
He knew he liked that girl fro a reason. "Fred Burkle."
"Spike," Fred nodded. Angel and Cordelia then left the room.
"I knew I liked you for some reason. C'mere," Fred picked up the book she'd been combing through and sat next to Spike. "Name's William. I was turned
in 1880--"
"By Drusilla in London," Fred said with him. "Been doing my homework."
"Tell me what you know about me, pet," Spike prompted. "Not the stuff you learned from your books or anyone else."
"O-okay," Fred replied uncertainly. She took a deep breath, organizing her thoughts as she studied his face. "You love someone very much. Buffy, right?
You love her completely. And you would never hurt anyone you care about. Am I close?"
Spike nodded. "On the money, pet. Anything else?"
"Well..." Fred tilted her head to the side, peering at his eyes. "You miss Sunnydale and everyone there. You know you can never go back though. Well,
maybe not never. but somebody broke your heart there." Fred leaned closer. "Buffy broke your heart, didn't she? And this wasn't the first time
your heart's been broken, is it?"
Spike was right. Fred was Miss Perception 2002.
"Who else do you think broke my heart?" he whispered.
"Poor baby," Fred suddenly hugged him. "Drusilla broke your heart. Goodness," she released him. "God. No wonder you came here."
"Congrats," Spike stretched. "You passed the test. Now. I've gotta personal question. Do you ever watch Angel?"
"I...used to," Fred shrugged. "But I stopped when I realized he'd never notice me in a million years with..."
"Hm? With Queen C around? I noticed," Spike rolled his eyes. "So what do we do about that?"
"Do about it?" Fred echoed. She paused. "We could...set them up?"
"But how? Dinner?" Spike wondered. "I've got it. Is there anywhere here we can discuss this without any of 'em overhearing?"
"Come on," Fred led him to a secluded room with thick walls. She locked the door. "Okay. Do you have a plan?"
Spike nodded and told her the plan.
She grinned, "Sounds good. Let's get started. Those two really need to get together."
Angel watched the note get slipped under the door and picked it up. It read, in Cordelia's handwritting:
Angel,
Please meet me at Georgio's, 7:30 p.m. sharp. Don't be late. I hate that.
Love always,
Cordy
P.S. Don't worry about Connor, I enlisted two of the others in watching him.
Angel smiled...and got ready for his date.
Cordelia watched Phantom Dennis bring the envelope and pad of paper to her. He had written on the pad: A new boyfriend?
"Not that I know of," Cordelia shrugged. "Thank you, Dennis," she took the note.
Dearest Cordy,
Please meet me tonight at Georgio's, 7:30 p.m. Don't be late, it's a reservation.
Love,
Angel
P.S. Everything's taken care of. See you tonight.
Cordelia felt her heart swell. "Angel asked me out on a date!"
Both had failed to notice their notes were forged. Cordelia's note from Angel was forged by Spike, and Angel's note from Cordelia forged by Fred.
As long as they didn't notice, everything would be fine.
"Wesley, Gunn," Fred ran over to them. Angel had just left. They could only assume Cordelia had left as well. "Spike just heard something about someone
being in trouble. He and I are going to go investigate it. Watch the baby?"
"Sure," Gunn smiled. "Anythin' for you, girl," he took the baby and put him in the crib.
"Thank you!" Fred threw her arms around Gunn then hurried after Spike. They had to get to Georgio's andmake sure everything went right. Once they were
there, Fred checked in with the host and told them that "Angel, party of two" consisted a tall brown-haired man with broody brown eyes and a girl with short
lighter brownish blond hair. "Burkle, part of two" was to be seated near them, and that was her and a blond man outside. Then they lurked.
It was 7:27 p.m. and Cordelia was waiting for Angel on the curb.
Spike muttered about big poofs who won't follow their hearts for once. Then he muttered about where that got him.
"He could still show up," Fred consoled the riled vampire. "He has...two minutes left now. And I did say 7:30 sharp..."
Spike glanced at Fred' watch. "A minute and a half. Where the bloody hell is that wanker?"
Fred held her breath. "If he doesn't show, he doesn't deserve to be a Champion."
"He had forty-five seconds before I step in and take Cordelia in myself," Spike growled.
That's when Angel showed up with a bouquet of flowers. "Sorry I'm late, Cordy," he said. "Here," he thrust the bouquet at her like a nervous twelve-
year-old. "I thought you would like them."
"Oh Angel, they're beautiful," Cordelia smiled.
Angel held his arm out to her and Cordelia gracefully accepted it. They walked into Georgio's, Spike and Fred behind them. Spike's heart squeezed, seeing
how much the two enjoyed the others company. He looked at Fred and tilted his head slightly towards the two. She patted his arm soothingly. Soon, the four
were seated. Thankfully, Angel and Cordelia were so wrapped up in nerves and each other that they didn't notice it when Spike and Fred claimed the table
diagonally across from them.
At around nine o'clock, the two finished their meals. Fred and Spike had long since finished and even had dessert, but Angel and Cordelia ate like birds. And
then had the nerve to order dessert.
Somehow, Spike and Fred seemed to beat Angel and Cordelia to Cordelia's building. Angel's car rolled lazily up to the curb and Angel hurried over to open
the door for Cordelia. She stepped out, and they walked to the front of the building.
"Well," Angel said. He looked up at the building and back at Cordelia. "Guess this is where I go."
"I guess so," Cordelia echoed. She unconciously licked her lips.
"Listen, I really had a good time tonight," Angel told her, transfixed.
"Me too," Cordelia agreed.
"We should do this again sometime," he suggested.
"Angel?"
"Yes?"
"Shut up and kiss me."
And so he did.
Fred and Spike carefully crept back into his car and slowly drove off while the vampire and the seer shared their second kiss in front of Cordelia's
apartment building.
When they arrived back at the Hyperion, Fred and Spike were greeted by a frazzled Wesley. "We have a rather large problem," he announced to them, out of
breath. "A rather large, rather slimy, rather friendly problem."
Spike and Fred exchanged glances. "Wha's got you buggered, Pryce?" he asked.
"I don't know. I've never seen it before in my life, or-or even heard of it," Wesley thrust an axe at the idling vampire. "Perhaps you can go subdue it."
"Where's Gunn?" Fred asked, looking around.
Wesley winced and rubbed his forehead. "He's...ah..."
Panic flashed across Fred's features. "Oh my god, is he okay?!"
"He's fine, last I checked," Wesley told her as he led Spike to the demon they had cornered in the basement. "He's just...playing fetch with it."
Spike choked back laughter. "You've got to be bloody kiddin' me."
"I'm afraid not," Wesley winced. "It seems realtively harmless, but I don't think Angel will be too happy with this thing in his basement when he returns."
"I'll see wha' I can do," Spike threw himself into the basement, Gunn fleeing up the stairs then. He looked equally as frazzled as the ex-Watcher.
"Fred, where have you been, girl?" he hugged her.
Fred, heedless of the slime, hugged him back. Spike roared in the basement below. She tightened her hold on him. "Thank god you're okay."
Wesley looked at the two and smiled. They were cute together.
In a few minutes, Spike emerged from the basement covered in slime. His chest heaved in mock breathing. "I...I 'ave it chained," he told them. He
looked at Gunn and Fred. "You two didn't tell me you were an item."
Fred blushed but smiled, "We're not an item."
"Well hurry up and ge' to it," Spike instructed. "I'm goin' t' get me somethin' to eat."
And he "left" the room. "I think I shall go research that demon. See if it's a threat or not," Wesley backed out of the room.
Fred caught sight of Spike peering through the door at them. He winked at her and disappeared from the crack to go get himself something to eat. Fred
looked up at Gunn, and was still in his arms. "C'mere, you big oaf," she smiled, tilting her head up as he lowered his mouth to hers.
Spike perched on the edge of Wesley's desk as he flipped through a book. "Looks like everyone's got themselves a significant other 'cept us and the Lizard
Boy."
"His name's Lorne, Spike," Wesley corrected. A few moments silence passed. "Eureka!"
Spike did a double-take. "'Eureka'? Are you off your bloody bird, Pryce?"
"No," Wesley glared. "Pardon me if I don't conform to your standards, Spike. I just found out what that demon is. It's an adolescent Kaflat demon."
"Kaflat," Spike looked to the ceiling. "I don't think I've ever run into any of those."
"Well, they are quite rare, and usually stick to extreme temperatures, though I can't imagine what could've drawn this adolescent away from its mother,"
Wesley trailed off.
Suddenly Spike started laughing. He finished off the mug of pig's blood and patted Wesley on the back, shaking his head. He then left Wesley alone.
"Why do I get the feeling he's mocking me," Wesley murmured to himself.
Section: Los Angeles I
Part: Four -- Not-Quite Mojo
Author: Arsahi
Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer is property of Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy. Angel the Series belongs to Joss Whedon, David Greenwalt, and Mutant Enemy.
Distribution: Eh...gonna be stingy this time and say ask first. You can find my email address on my author profile.
Dedication: The normal people, you know who you are.
Rated: This part is rated PG-13.
Pairings: Ugh! Too many to name!
Notes: This is my first crossover, folks. Be warned.
Timeframe: Post-Gone for BtVS and post-Dad for Angel.
~*~ Not-Quite Mojo ~*~
