I'm so sorry it took so long for this chapter to get posted. My computer
crashed and I had to replace my entire hard drive. My stories were lost so
I had to do alot of retyping.
Chapter Five: There's A Pain Goes On and On
"Is he still in there?" Gunn asked, walking into the hotel..
"Yeah," Lorne said. "Haven't heard a sound either."
"I wish we would," Cordelia said. "It's creepy, all this quiet." She looked at the others. "Does he do this often?"
"Yeah," Gunn said. "He might just be brooding like normal or he could go crazy, fire us all and help kill a bunch of lawyers."
Cordelia shook her head, "I can't wait to remember all this," She said, dryly.
Clem sat on a couch in the lobby, feeling awkward. The second he'd dropped the bomb about Buffy and Spike, Angel had strormed into the office, slammed the door and hadn't come out since. Fred and Gunn had had to go out on a call so Cordelia and Lorne had stayed at the hotel. They had asked Clem to stay in case Angel had any more questions. Fred and Gunn had been gone for hours but still Angel had remained in the office.
"Maybe someone should check on him," Cordelia suggested.
"No," Lorne advised. "He'll come out when he's ready."
"I don't know what the big deal is," Cordelia said. "So his ex is sleeping with a crazy vampire, what's wrong with that?"
"Buffy isn't sleeping with Spike," Angel said, startling everyone.
"'Bought time you came out," Lorne said.
Angel ignored him and repeated, "Buffy and Spike aren't sleeping together."
"How do you know?" Fred asked.
"She wouldn't," Angel insisted.
"She did," Clem said.
Angel glared at Clem, "First you come and say that Spike's chipped and can't kill, then you say he's..." Angel couldn't say it. "Both are ridiculous. Why should I believe you?"
Clem shrugged and gestured to the phone, "Call her. The Slayer'll tell you everything."
"Good idea," Gunn said. "Call her and straighten this whole thing out.
"No," Angel said. "I'm not calling Buffy and asking her to justify his lies." He looked at Clem," I don't know what kind of game you two are playing but it ends now." Angel strode to the door.
"Where are you going?" Cordelia asked.
"To find Spike," Angel said.
Angel left the hotel and walked the streets of L.A. He knew that Spike was alive and not on the street. Spike was hiding somewhere and Angel had a feeling he knew where.
Angel arrived at his destination. He knew that if anyone knew where Spike was, he would. Angel pounded on the door and waited for an answer.
Wesley answered the door and Angel stormed past him. Angel stopped, looked around and said, "Where is she?" Wesley didn't answer. "Don't try to deny it. I can smell him all over this house."
"I'm not going to deny that Spike's here," Wesley said. "I found him wandering the streets. I thought he might be useful so I brought him here."
"And where is he now?"
"Why do you want to know?" Wesley asked. "Last I heard you despised Spike."
"I need some answers," Angel said. "And he has them."
"He can't give them to you," Wesley said. "He's almost too far gone." He led Angel to the bedroom and slid back the door to Spike's cell.
Spike was stretched out on the floor, staring and pointing at something only he could see. Wesley unlocked the door and Angel knelt down next to Spike, "Look," Spike whispered. "See the pixies? Dru always talked to them. Now they're talking to me too."
"What are they saying?" Angel asked.
Spike paused, listened to something only he could hear and then to Angel's horror, began to cry, "The pixies say that William's been a bad man and she'll never forgive him."
"Who?" Angel asked. "Who'll never forgive you?"
"Goldilocks," Spike said, tearfully. "My little Goldilocks."
"Who's he talking about?" Wesley asked.
"I don't know," Angel said. "He's only been with Drusilla since he was turned and she's hardly Goldilocks." Angel didn't even consider the other possibilities, the reason that had send him into the night but as hard as he tried he couldn't forget what Clem had said.
"You really have no idea?" Wesley asked, as though he could read Angel's thoughts.
"None," Angel said. He stared at his tortured granchilde. He knew the pain that Spike was in. He lived with the same guilt but there was something different. Spike's pain seemed to be deeper, more centered on one event. Whatever it had been had been enough to send the recently souled vampire over the edge. "I wonder what it was." Angel said out loud.
"What?" Wesley asked.
"What it was that sent him over the edge," Angel explained.
"Or who," Wesley suggested. "He seems to be fixated on his Goldilocks."
Angel shook his head and stood up, "I don't know but I'm going to find out." He looked at Wesley, "Thanks for taking care of him but I'm going to take him back to the hotel. There's more to this than you know. And don't ask, it's not true but I need to find out why Spike would lie about something like this."
Wesley didn't argue. He would find out eventually. He had enough contacts in both the human and the demon world and nothing could be kept a secret forever.
Angel reached down and pulled Spike to his feet. The vampire just stood there, limply. Angel led Spike out of Wesley's house and down the street towards the hotel.
They were just outside the hotel when Angel spotted a familiar figure, lurking.
"Connor," Angel said. "What are you doing here?"
"I came to bring Cordelia home," Connor said. "I didn't want her to walk home alone at night."
Angel nodded. He agreed with Connor. Cordelia still didn't have her memory back and someone might try and attack Cordelia because of her ties with Angel.
"What's he doing here?" Connor asked, gesturing to Spike.
"I brought him back," Angel explained. "Parts of his story don't make sense and I need to know what is going on."
Connor looked at Spike, who was staring at the sky and counting the stars. "I don't think he's going to make much sense. What are you doing?" He asked Spike.
"Counting the stars," Spike said, dreamily. "Dru named them all and now I'm counting them." He looked at Connor, as if seeing him for the first time, "You're not one of us but you're just like them."
Connor stepped back, shaken, "I'm nothing like you or," He looked at Angel, "Or you."
"Connor," Angel said. "That's not what Spike meant."
"Right," Connor said.
"Spike's out of his mind," Angel said. "I think he senses who you are but he doesn't understand."
"That makes two of us," Connor said. Then he turned and stalked away.
Angel started to go after him but stopped. Connor could take care of himself and Spike couldn't. Angel would go after Connor later but right now Angel needed to find out exactly what had happened to Spike and Angel wasn't going to stop until he knew everything.
Chapter Five: There's A Pain Goes On and On
"Is he still in there?" Gunn asked, walking into the hotel..
"Yeah," Lorne said. "Haven't heard a sound either."
"I wish we would," Cordelia said. "It's creepy, all this quiet." She looked at the others. "Does he do this often?"
"Yeah," Gunn said. "He might just be brooding like normal or he could go crazy, fire us all and help kill a bunch of lawyers."
Cordelia shook her head, "I can't wait to remember all this," She said, dryly.
Clem sat on a couch in the lobby, feeling awkward. The second he'd dropped the bomb about Buffy and Spike, Angel had strormed into the office, slammed the door and hadn't come out since. Fred and Gunn had had to go out on a call so Cordelia and Lorne had stayed at the hotel. They had asked Clem to stay in case Angel had any more questions. Fred and Gunn had been gone for hours but still Angel had remained in the office.
"Maybe someone should check on him," Cordelia suggested.
"No," Lorne advised. "He'll come out when he's ready."
"I don't know what the big deal is," Cordelia said. "So his ex is sleeping with a crazy vampire, what's wrong with that?"
"Buffy isn't sleeping with Spike," Angel said, startling everyone.
"'Bought time you came out," Lorne said.
Angel ignored him and repeated, "Buffy and Spike aren't sleeping together."
"How do you know?" Fred asked.
"She wouldn't," Angel insisted.
"She did," Clem said.
Angel glared at Clem, "First you come and say that Spike's chipped and can't kill, then you say he's..." Angel couldn't say it. "Both are ridiculous. Why should I believe you?"
Clem shrugged and gestured to the phone, "Call her. The Slayer'll tell you everything."
"Good idea," Gunn said. "Call her and straighten this whole thing out.
"No," Angel said. "I'm not calling Buffy and asking her to justify his lies." He looked at Clem," I don't know what kind of game you two are playing but it ends now." Angel strode to the door.
"Where are you going?" Cordelia asked.
"To find Spike," Angel said.
Angel left the hotel and walked the streets of L.A. He knew that Spike was alive and not on the street. Spike was hiding somewhere and Angel had a feeling he knew where.
Angel arrived at his destination. He knew that if anyone knew where Spike was, he would. Angel pounded on the door and waited for an answer.
Wesley answered the door and Angel stormed past him. Angel stopped, looked around and said, "Where is she?" Wesley didn't answer. "Don't try to deny it. I can smell him all over this house."
"I'm not going to deny that Spike's here," Wesley said. "I found him wandering the streets. I thought he might be useful so I brought him here."
"And where is he now?"
"Why do you want to know?" Wesley asked. "Last I heard you despised Spike."
"I need some answers," Angel said. "And he has them."
"He can't give them to you," Wesley said. "He's almost too far gone." He led Angel to the bedroom and slid back the door to Spike's cell.
Spike was stretched out on the floor, staring and pointing at something only he could see. Wesley unlocked the door and Angel knelt down next to Spike, "Look," Spike whispered. "See the pixies? Dru always talked to them. Now they're talking to me too."
"What are they saying?" Angel asked.
Spike paused, listened to something only he could hear and then to Angel's horror, began to cry, "The pixies say that William's been a bad man and she'll never forgive him."
"Who?" Angel asked. "Who'll never forgive you?"
"Goldilocks," Spike said, tearfully. "My little Goldilocks."
"Who's he talking about?" Wesley asked.
"I don't know," Angel said. "He's only been with Drusilla since he was turned and she's hardly Goldilocks." Angel didn't even consider the other possibilities, the reason that had send him into the night but as hard as he tried he couldn't forget what Clem had said.
"You really have no idea?" Wesley asked, as though he could read Angel's thoughts.
"None," Angel said. He stared at his tortured granchilde. He knew the pain that Spike was in. He lived with the same guilt but there was something different. Spike's pain seemed to be deeper, more centered on one event. Whatever it had been had been enough to send the recently souled vampire over the edge. "I wonder what it was." Angel said out loud.
"What?" Wesley asked.
"What it was that sent him over the edge," Angel explained.
"Or who," Wesley suggested. "He seems to be fixated on his Goldilocks."
Angel shook his head and stood up, "I don't know but I'm going to find out." He looked at Wesley, "Thanks for taking care of him but I'm going to take him back to the hotel. There's more to this than you know. And don't ask, it's not true but I need to find out why Spike would lie about something like this."
Wesley didn't argue. He would find out eventually. He had enough contacts in both the human and the demon world and nothing could be kept a secret forever.
Angel reached down and pulled Spike to his feet. The vampire just stood there, limply. Angel led Spike out of Wesley's house and down the street towards the hotel.
They were just outside the hotel when Angel spotted a familiar figure, lurking.
"Connor," Angel said. "What are you doing here?"
"I came to bring Cordelia home," Connor said. "I didn't want her to walk home alone at night."
Angel nodded. He agreed with Connor. Cordelia still didn't have her memory back and someone might try and attack Cordelia because of her ties with Angel.
"What's he doing here?" Connor asked, gesturing to Spike.
"I brought him back," Angel explained. "Parts of his story don't make sense and I need to know what is going on."
Connor looked at Spike, who was staring at the sky and counting the stars. "I don't think he's going to make much sense. What are you doing?" He asked Spike.
"Counting the stars," Spike said, dreamily. "Dru named them all and now I'm counting them." He looked at Connor, as if seeing him for the first time, "You're not one of us but you're just like them."
Connor stepped back, shaken, "I'm nothing like you or," He looked at Angel, "Or you."
"Connor," Angel said. "That's not what Spike meant."
"Right," Connor said.
"Spike's out of his mind," Angel said. "I think he senses who you are but he doesn't understand."
"That makes two of us," Connor said. Then he turned and stalked away.
Angel started to go after him but stopped. Connor could take care of himself and Spike couldn't. Angel would go after Connor later but right now Angel needed to find out exactly what had happened to Spike and Angel wasn't going to stop until he knew everything.