Title: Sun and Shadow
Section: Los Angeles II
Part: 13/Hormones
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: PG-13
Notes: This is my first crossover, folks. Be warned.
Timeframe: Post-Gone for BtVS and post-Dad for Angel.

~* Hormones *~

Gunn and Fred stopped at a bus stop. "Ugh...I really don't think we're gonna find anything," Fred sighed, sitting down in the shade the plastic covering offered. "Not unless we go...you know."
Gunn nodded. "Well, we could goo to Caritas, see if Lorne found out anything."
"That's a good idea! Let's do that," Fred nodded, took Gunn by the hand, and headed off down the sidewalk.

Harmony and Riley plodded through the sewers. "I hate this," Harmony complained. "The sewers stink. My brand new shoes are getting sewer guck all over them...Pookie, carry me." She jumped on Riley's back.
"All right, Harmony," Riley sighed and carried her for a while.
"Mmm...hungry," she murmured.
"Don't eat me, dear," he joked. He got smacked on the back of the head for it. "Ow. So, what do we do now?"
"Food!" Harmony insisted. "I'm not letting you walk one step further until I have someone to eat!"
"Harmony," Riley sighed exaggeratedly. "I can't get you anyone to eat until you let me walk."
"Oh. Wanna become a vampire, Riley? That way we can be together forever," Harmony kissed his neck, game face coming into play.
The simple notion of being with Harmony for eternity scared the living piss out of Riley. He dropped her unceremoniously. "Okay. I know you're hungry. But making me a vampire won't satisfy that hunger."
Harmony pouted at him. "Riley..."
"Okay. Not that I don't want to stay with you forever, which...I don't, but that's beside the point, but I don't want to be a vampire! I used to kill your kind. I don't want to be your kind. I tried to kill your sire on more than one occasion, Harmony," Riley babbled. "Now...um...I'll go see if I can get someone for you."
"Get a good looking person this time, Riley!"
"All right!" he called back as he climbed up the ladder.
"He's gonna get me an ugly girl," Harmony muttered, pouting.

"So..." Faith said, searching for a topic of conversation as they wandered the streets. "What have you been up to?"
Wesley looked at Faith without turning his head and sighed exasperatedly. "What do you think, Faith? The same thing I was 'up to' before you tortured me. Except I have a payroll of about six people."
"Touche," Faith muttered. "When'd you start PMSing?"
Wesley stopped in his tracks as Faith continued past him. She whirled and walked backwards, grinning at him. He, flustered, wiped his glasses off on the hem of shirt, reminiscent of Giles. "I think you'd do well to keep comments like that to yourself."
"Oh, you Brits are so touchy!" Faith laughed, waiting for him to catch up. "Really though. You're the boss of Angel Investigations? Do I have to call Mr. Pryce?"
"It would be nice," Wesley replied, slipping his hands into his pockets. "What have you been up to, Faith?"
"Well, I was in jail, but I was released on parole because they did this treatment on me that repressed my dark side. Or something. I no longer have the urge to stab people with stakes, unless they happen to be people of the fang variety. Then you guys chained me up to a wall, and I made friends with Fred Burkle and Charles Gunn," she smiled. "That is how you answer a, 'what have you been up to?' question. Oh! What's up with Spike? Do you know?"
"Well, Spike came to us in early January, before Cordelia's birthday. He's fallen in love with Buffy, I'm rather sorry to say. He's been drinking a lot, smoking--"
"Has he been whoring? Or pimping? 'Cause I can just imagine Spike out of those badass clothes and into a pimp outfit," Faith laughed to herself. Wesley stared at her and shook his head. "What? What'd I say?"
"You never cease to amaze me," he answered. "However, Spike has been a great deal of help to us, and I was sorry to see him leave when he did. Granted, I'm rather pleased he's back." He motioned towards an alley and Faith darted into it, Wesley following a few moments later. "He's been a tremendous presence. Except for the drinking and smoking. He's like having tw extra bodies."
"Why, Wesley, I do believe you're in love with dear Spike," Faith teased him. Wesley rolled his eyes.
"I don't think so. I'm rather straight," he answered. They reached a dead end in the alley.
"Um...Wesley, I hate to burst your pompous bubble--actually, I take great glee in doing so, but we're at a dead end, hon," Faith raised an eyebrow at him.
"Look down," he told her.
She did so and embarrassedly stepped off of the sewer lid. "Sorry."
"Remove the lid, if you will," he instructed. She lifted it off and set it against the wall. "Now, we enter Los Angeles's sewer system." He disappeared down the manhole.
Faith shrugged, grabbed the lid with one hand, and climbed down the ladder, pulling the lid over the hole as she did so. "So where are we going?"
"The idea is to try and find Sahjhan's lair, and hope to the Powers That Be that Spike hasn't been cremated prematurely," Wesley raised his eyebrows at her and helped her off of the ladder.
"Don't you mean post-maturely?"
Wesley sighed.
"I thought it was funny. You think about that joke and you'll find it funny too."
"Why do I think you're lying?" he asked.
"God. Wesley, when was the last time you got laid?"
"Last Sunday."
"Oh. That's not too bad..."
"Will have been four years."
"Ooh. Wincing in sympathy here."
"I see."
"No you don't. I'm behind you."
"Oh Faith, you're just so witty, I cannot bear it."
"You know you love me."
"Now that is the first humorous thing you've said since I've known you."
"Oooh, burn! That one's going to leave marks."
"That was the idea."
"Wesley?"
"Yes?"
"When was the last time you were kissed?"
"Last week will have been about two and a half years ago."
"Angel was the last guy who kissed me. That would be about two and a half years ago! Whoa."
"I'd say we both need to find dates in a hurry."
"I second that."
Silence fell upon them.
Faith piped up again. "Who was the last person to kiss you?"
"Cordelia."
"Hey! That's cool. I was last kissed by Angel, you were last kissed by Cordelia, and Angel was last kissed by Cordelia."
"Why do I get this sudden migraine in the back of my head?"
"Oh, shut up Wesley. You know, actually, the last person I was kissed by was Riley, but I was in Buffy's body, so does that even count?"
"No. Buffy's body was kissed, not yours--why am I even having this conversation?"
"Lack of anything better to discuss?"
"Lack of any intelligent thought processes."
"Did you just insult me?"
"Would you have to ask if I was?"
"I don't know. You might be sneaky like that. Like, I could insult you with my witty street slang."
"Oh, recover, my ego."
"You're just pissed off. Or should I say 'brassed off'?"
"How about not saying anything for the next five minutes so I can get past all your chatter to think clearly?"
"You really don't like me, do you?"
"You're just now noticing, Faith?"
Faith stopped talking and followed quietly behind Wesley as he decided which way to go. Eventually it led them the point where the sewer water became shallower, the cement under their feet smoother. Something knocked over ahead of them, clattering to the floor, and both of them tried to shield the other. Faith and Wesley exchanged glances and quickly took their hands away from the other's.
"What was that?" Faith whispered.
"If I knew, don't you think I'd tell you?" Wesley snapped, irritated. "You stay here. I'll go see--"
"Um, no? Who's the Slayer here, Wes?" Faith raised her eyebrows at him.
"Oh...well, yes. I suppose you do have a point," Wesley dropped back. "Do be quiet."
"No, I'm going to run screaming down the hallway in my panties and bra," Faith said sarcastically. Wesley turned bright red at the thought and thanked the Powers That Be it was dark in the sewer. Faith crept down the hallway, watching carefully for any signs of anyone coming. She ducked around the corner and peered through the barred window that reminded her a little too much of a prison ward, and saw Sahjhan and Holtz talking heatedly. What had fallen over was a chair.
Faith sprinted softly back to Wesley. "Come on. We need to get some weapons. All I have on me is a pocket knife and a stake."
Wesley nodded. "Would swords be in order?"
"Swords would definitely be in order."

"Here," Riley panted, shoving an ugly girl at Harmony. "Food. The only one I could get down here." She was unconcious. Harmony glared at him but took the girl anyway, sinking her fangs in and drinking. "You're welcome, sweetheart."
Harmony smiled at him through her game face and continued feeding.
Great, the Rileybrain registered. I'm dating a ditzy vampire that graduated in class of 1999.

Gunn jumped when his cell phone rang. He accepted the call and said, "Hello?"
:Gunn.:
"Angel? What's up?"
:You need to find Sahjhan's and Holtz's lair. Riley and Harmony are going to turn on all of us, kill Spike, Wesley, and Faith.:
Gunn whistled. "Any idea where Sahjhan and Holtz are?"
:No idea.:
"Ask Cordelia."
:I can't.:
"Why not?"
:She's either comatose or very passed out.:
Gunn frowned. "What the hell happened?"
:The vision knocked her out.:
Gunn heard Cordelia make a pained noise in the background and heard Angel tell her that he was right there. "Okay. Is she up?"
:Barely.:
"Is she coherent enough to talk?"
:I don't know. Sweetheart, are you feeling better?: Gunn then heard Cordelia answer that she felt like a sledgehammer the size of Alaska had just smashed the back of her head open. :Well, that's better than what you were feeling earlier then. Gunn wants to know if you know where Sahjhan was.:
"C'mon, Cordy," Gunn muttered. Fred clasped her hand in his and wrapped her other arm around his free arm.
:She says the alleyway behind Frederick's on Concord has a sewer there. Travel north until you reach an abnormally large patch of algae, then go west until you reach normal cement.:
"That's it?" Gunn blinked.
:That's it,: Angel agreed. He heard Cordelia moan loudly. :I gotta go. Save them, Gunn. I can't go right now.:
"Don't worry, Angel. It's taken care of," Gunn hung up. "C'mon, Fred. Let's go rescue our friends."

When Faith came to, she found herself on top of Wesley in a crude cell. In the next caged cell over, Spike lie unconcious. Faith squinted against the orange glow of the lanterns, not wanting to move from the comfort of Wesley's body. Connor sat in a small carriage on a table in the center of the room. She frowned. Maybe she was dreaming...
Wesley groaned.
"Wesley, are you okay?" Faith asked, helping him sit up as he came back into conciousness.
"My head," he muttered, reaching back and feeling it. "Is okay...except it hurts like a bitch."
"Good. That means there's no damage," this relieved Faith, and allowed panic to set in. She had hated prison, and had enjoyed therapy because it didn't force her into a tiny cell. She hugged her knees to her chest, rocking back and forth on her heels, scanning the room in paranoia.
"Faith?" Wesley looked at her strangely. "What's wrong?"
"I'm in a cell again," Faith said, backing herself into the corner to try to delude herself into thinking she had more room.
Wesley crawled over to her. "You should stand up..."
"No. No. If I think I have more room, I'll be fine. Standing is less room. Sitting is more room," Faith babbled nervously. She really hated being locked in a cage like this.
"You're just in a holding area," Wesley said. He didn't exactly register that it was Faith he was consoling, so he reached out and gently took one of her hands clinging to her knees. "Come on. Let's stand up. You can pace if you'd like."
Faith stared at him. "Wesley...you know it's me, don't you? Faith?" she flexed her fingers through his, not caring that it was Wesley. She was actually glad that she was in the cell with him instead of Spike or Angel or someone else. He just made her feel comfortable, despite the fact he hated her to the very marrow of his bones, when he wasn't suffering from head trauma.
"Yes, I know who you are. I know who I am as well," he stood with her. She released his hand and flung her arms around his neck. "...What are you doing?"
"Thank you for putting up with me," Faith murmured. "I'm just glad I was put in here with you instead of a vampire, or someone I don't know."
Wesley had almost wrapped his arms around her when she broke off. "Do you think we're gonna die in here, Wes?" she asked, pacing the perimeter of the cage. "I'd really hate to die here. And I mean, you've probably only gotten laid once or twice--that's a damn shame. You haven't had sex in--"
"Yes, let's do bring that up as much as possible," Wesley interrupted.
"Well, I'm just saying. I mean, damn, neither of us have even been kissed in the last two years," Faith ranted. She paused and looked at Spike, then shook her head and looked at Wesley. "I say we rectify the situation."
"How about not," Wesley declined. "I'm quite fine being like this."
Faith walked over to him. "You're telling me you're going to die knowing you had the chance to have a goodbye kiss without taking it?"
"From a woman I hate? No thank you," he pointed out.
"Wesley...god, I don't want to die," Faith sniffled. "I had a dream while I was unconcious...we both died...Spike died...Angel died...Cordy...Harmony ate Connor, and Riley danced in his blood as Sahjhan--"
Wesley frowned. "How do you know about Sahjhan?"
"In my dream. In my dream Sahjhan made Riley his deciple..."
"We're going to die. Good god, Faith. Do you realize what you had?" Wesley grabbed her arms.
"A dream?" Faith blinked back tears.
"It was a prophetic dream that Slayers have, a premonition," Wesley crumpled under Faith's tears. He gently wiped them away with his thumbs. "Maybe we won't die. If someone gets here in time, we won't die."
Faith tried to stop her tears without sobbing loudly or reaching up and wiping her eyes roughly. She blinked in surprise when Wesley impulsively kissed a couple of tears away. "Wesley...Wes...do you...do you think my dream's right?"
"Shhh," he almost kissed her when Spike suddenly groaned out a "bloody hell".
"Spike?" Faith whirled around and kneeled at the dividing bars. "Spike, are you okay?"
"Where the bl...ow," he frowned. He had been lying on his side, and now laid on his back. "Ow...that's a painful bugger. Guess the ribs are gone..."
Faith raised an eyebrow and traded expressions with Wesley. "Spike, are you all right?"
Spike looked back at Faith and frowned. "Who're you?"
"It's me, Faith. Remember?"
"You smell like the Slayer...did Angelus kill her? And where is Dru?"
"Buffy's still alive, Spike...I smell like the Slayer because I am a Slayer. I don't know who or where Dru is."
"Have they done summat to her? Did you do somethin' to her?" Spike rolled over and slowly got to his feet.
"Spike, you're in Los Angeles. I am Wesley, and this is Faith. All three of us work for Angel, and his paranormal mystery investigation center, Angel Investigations," Wesley chipped in. "You came down here to Sahjhan and Daniel Holtz's lair, to try and rescue the child sitting in that bassonet."
Spike looked at Wesley skeptically. "Why in the name of all that's unholy would I work for that prancing sod?"
"Because you're in love with Buffy Summers and she yet again rejected your arse."
Spike rolled his eyes. "Right. And I'm the bloody ghost of Christmas past," he edged over to the bars, leaned back and landed a swinging a kick that ripped one of the bars from its hinges. "Oh hell..." he grabbed at his ribcage. "Tha' hurt..."
"...Why didn't I think about doing that?" Faith stood up, grabbed one of the bars and looked at Wesley. "Hold me."
Spike raised an eyebrow and looked at Wesley. "You diggin' the brunette Slayer?"
Wesley's cheeks colored slightly and he held Faith's hips as the woman pulled back as hard as she could on one of the bars. It snapped off like a twig. She repeated the process until there was enough room for them to easily walk in and out of the cell. Taking one of the bars, Faith smashed open the lock on Spike's cage, swinging the door open. "Come on. Let's go. Spike, you grab the baby, Wesley, you lead him back to the hotel, and I'll take the rear in case anyone tries to follow us."
Sahjhan appeared then. "You won't be going anywhere."
"Oh, get lost," Faith tried to kick him, but her foot went right through. "Hey, that's cheating!"
Spike grabbed Connor from the carrier and attempted to flee, Wesley following after hesitating on leaving Faith. However, they didn't get very far, as Riley and Harmony stood up and blocked their path. Harmony totted a crossbow lethally, and Riley held a shotgun leveled at Faith's head. "Faith," Spike said calmly. "Dearest, we have visitors."
Faith whirled and faced Riley and Harmony. "Hey! You guys! You're on our side!"
"They look more like they're on the side of the Big Blue there," Spike raised an eyebrow.
"Wait...are you...okay. Riley, you definitely have that thing aimed at me," Faith took a deep breath. "All right."
"Sweet dreams, Faith. Here's my revenge," Riley cocked the shotgun as everything seemed to slow. Before Wesley knew it, he had thrown himself at Faith's legs, effectively taking her from the line of fire.
"Wesley," Faith smiled. Then she drew her brows together. "I thought you hated me..."
"A lot can change in a day," he returned her smile.
"Well, isn't that sweet," Riley said sarcastically.
"Oh, let them have their moment, Soldier Boy. Don't you know what love means?" Spike sneered.
"More than yo--" Harmony was knocked over by Gunn, but unfortunately that triggered the arrow sitting in the crossbow aimed at Spike.
"Spike!" Fred cried, pushing Riley over as she ran to him. She had put herself in the line of fire and had just been about to duck and take Spike with her when the arrow struck her in the back.
Harmony recovered when Gunn took off to help Fred and grabbed Riley, leaving the lair. Spike thrust the baby at Gunn and lifted Fred up. He didn't understand why he would feel affection for a human, much less a human woman. Fred had passed out from the pain at Spike's feet, so he took it upon himself to gently lift her up, ignoring his ribs, and tell Wesley to lead the way.
Gunn stood with the baby as Spike carried the woman he loved out of the room. Faith looked at him questioningly, "Wow. Jealous much?"
He pressed his lips together for a moment, looking down at the sleeping child. "Come on Faith. Let's get out of here."

"Nice digs he's got," Spike commented as they entered the Hyperion basement. Wesley held the basement door open, allowing Spike to carry the unconcious and bleeding Fred into the lobby.
"Angel! We're back! We have Connor!" Wesley yelled.
Angel thundered down the stairs and took his son from Gunn's hold. Cordelia slowly descended the stairs, squinting at Spike and Fred. "Spike, what happened to Fred?"
Angel looked over his shoulder, "Cordy...you shouldn't be up."
"I'm fine. Quit babying me," Cordelia made her way into the lobby.
Spike frowned at her. "...When did you dye your hair?"
"Not observant much," Cordelia muttered good naturedly. She coughed when Spike didn't smile. "What happened to her?"
"She took an arrow for me," Spike held it with its feathers facing her. "Some blond bird--"
"Harmony tried to shoot him," Wesley intervened.
Cordelia frowned. "Oh, right. The vision. We need to get her to the hospital then."
"My car should be around here somewhere," Spike said. "I'll take her, if one of you blokes who know about her come with me."
"I'll go," Wesley said quickly. He didn't quite feel like facing Faith just yet. "Come along, Spike," he threw the blanket over his head and helped him scramble into the DeSoto outside.
By this time, Gunn was seething.
Faith suggested he get something to drink, which caused him to storm into the kitchen. "Damn. Spike losing his memory of the past four years has thrown us to the wolves."
"That's what happened?" Cordelia raised an eyebrow. Angel sat down on the angular sofa with the baby, Cordelia snuggling against him.
"Yeah. Sahjhan or Holtz or one of his lackeys came and knocked us all out. We woke up in this cage. I think they may have done something else to him, other than knock him out, because Wes and I are fine, aside from..." Faith stopped talking and turned around, busying herself with papers at the counter.
"Aside from?" Angel prompted.
"Well, he..." Faith shook her head. "It's not important."
"Sure it is. I mean, if Spike lost his memory, and you and Wesley are fine except for something, I should know," Angel pressed.
Faith shook her head. "It's really not important. We thought we were gonna die, yadda yadda yadda. Get the picture?"
Cordelia blinked. "I must be getting this picture from the wrong angle. Did you understand what she just said?"
Angel shrugged. "Okay, Faith. If you say it's unimportant, then it must be. Or I'll just weasel it out of Wesley."
"No! No weaseling!" Faith exclaimed.
Cordelia laughed lightly. "I see what you meant now, Faith."
Faith's eyes went wide and her cheeks turned pink. She headed into Wesley's office.

"How is she?" Spike asked the doctor anxiously. "She'll live, right? She won't die?"
The elderly doctor smiled at Spike's concern. "She'll live. We're waiting for the x-rays to develope right now. We're going to see just how much muscle tissue Miss Burkle tore and see if it got into any of the bone. How did you say she was injured?"
"Archery practice," Spike said. "One of m-my mates was testin' his skills. Blindfolded, you know, and she walked right in front of it. I tried t' warn 'er, but she was shot when she was turnin' around. Purely accidental."
The elderly doctor nodded. "I could see how that would happen, especially if your friend had let the arrow fly before you had called out to her."
Spike nodded in agreement, glad his story had no holes in it.
Fred shrieked inside the curtained room.
Spike's eyes went wide and he darted in. "Winifred?" he took her hand gently. He figured that, since he felt affection towards her earlier and had panicked when she got shot, that he was "over Buffy" and moved on to Fred.
Fred frowned. "Spike? What are you doing here? Why'd you call me Winifred? Why aren't you dust?"
"Shhh, pet," Spike kissed her forehead. "How are you feeling?"
"Like I was shot in the back," Fred sighed. She hissed when she leaned back. "What happened?"
"You saved me, love," Spike smiled.
"Good," Fred returned the smile.
"Sir, we're going to have to ask you to leave for a moment," one of the nurses told Spike.
Spike nodded. "Right. I'll be just outside," he promised, and since he was under the delusion that he was Fred's boyfriend, he kissed her briefly and left.
Fred's eyes went wide. "...What was that?"