Title - Initiative
Author - Flayme
Category - AU, Romance/Action/Adventure
Summary - Angel gets nabbed by the Initiative, ends up in the cell next to
Spike. Stuff happens, including confrontations with Riley. The Fang Gang
shows up, and they save the day.
Timeline - Sanctuary happened, but The Yoko Factor didn't. Oz never showed
back up, so Riley is still a member in good standing of the Initiative.
Doyle's not dead.
Pairings - B/R, B/A, C/D, W/T, X/A, G/O
Buffy was quiet and listless for the next several weeks. She went to school, went home, slept, patrolled, and slept.
The one person in the world who could make all this better was a hundred miles away, feeling her pain.
It was two months before he couldn't take it anymore.
Three a.m., he was standing outside her window, his childe at his side. Over the last couple of months, Spike had made himself useful. Cordelia and Doyle had begun to soften towards him once it was proven that he couldn't hurt people. On top of that, he had saved Cordelia's life. Also Angel's, and whenever there was a brawl or a fight, he had Angel's back. The two were actually kind of friends.
"Gonna go talk to her?" Spike asked quietly, taking a long drag on the Marlboro in his hands.
Angel sighed and slowly shook his head. "She doesn't need me," he muttered.
Spike made a quiet, disgusted noise in his throat. "You always were an idiot, Angelus," he said, almost conversationally. "She's needed you since the day she met you. Now go up there and talk to the girl."
Sire turned to childe. "I can't believe I'm taking relationship advice from *you*," he said in wonder.
The younger vampire grinned. "I know," he said. "Any minute now, earth is gonna rotate backwards, the sky's gonna turn fuschia, and the cheerleader's gonna get an actin' job."
Angel laughed softly and went for the door to the dorm. Spike lit another cigarette and headed for Willie's.
***
Angel paused outside Buffy's door, then knocked quietly. It was Willow who answered, and, noting Angel's guilty expression, step outside and spoke quietly. "She's asleep, so you're gonna have to wake her up. I heard about the smoochies at Giles's, so I know that's why she's upset. Talk to her, and if you hurt her, I will beat you to death with a shovel." Willow reopened the door, then said quietly, "Sometimes, she calls out your name at night," then gestured. "Come in," she said, then left, closing the door behind her.
Angel stared at he immobile lump on the bed, then walked over and tenderly caressed the sleeping girl's blonde hair. "Buffy," he murmured. "Buffy, love, please wake up,"
Buffy rolled slowly over onto her back. "I knew you were here. I could feel you." She sat up slowly. "So what's to slay? Can we get over with, please, so you can leave?"
Angel sighed. "There's nothing to slay, love. I just." Another sigh. "Needed to see you. You've been in pain."
Buffy glared. "Thanks to *you*!" She began to warm to her subject. "You left me, *twice* after I saved you ass *both* times - "
Angel suddenly grasped her head between his hands and kissed her, thrusting his tongue into her mouth to silence her. Buffy moaned low in her throat, and pulled Angel flush against her, close enough for him to tell that she wasn't wearing anything under the loose shirt that she wore as pajamas. She laid back, pulling Angel on top of her, letting his weight bear down on top of her, and her fingers started fumbling for the buttons on his shirt so that she could feel his skin.
Angel slipped a hand under her shirt, sliding it up to cup her breast. She moaned and arched into his hand as she felt him caress her nipple with a feather-light touch. She pulled away from his lips, gasping for breath, murmuring his name like a mantra.
Angel growled, low in his throat, and Buffy felt her skin prickle and her body react. Soon, their clothes were on the floor, and they were wrapped around each other tightly. Buffy was straddling him and very seriously working on his beltbuckle when his cell rang and Angel started swear. Buffy pushed him back against the bed. "Ignore it," she ordered, kissing him.
Angel groaned. "I can't," he muttered, "Somebody might be hurt."
Buffy sighed and rolled off of him as he reached for his phone. She began to absently trace his tattoo with her fingertips as she listened to him talk into the phone. "Yeah? Cordelia, what is it? What about Doyle? Yeah, I knew. Why are you calling me about this? Can't you tell Spike about it? Or Wes? You slept with him. OK...ok, Cordelia, you can tell me about this when I get back, alright?" He sighed. "I promise. Bye." He hung up and stared at the phone for a long moment. "I think he should've told her."
"Who told who what?" Buffy asked softly, sitting up and wrapping her arms around him.
He tiredly rubbed his eyes. "Cordelia and Doyle slept together. He waited until afterwards, however, to tell her that he's half demon." His lips quirked. "She was upset."
"She doesn't wanna be with a demon?" At Angel's nod, Buffy rolled her eyes. "She didn't have a problem chasing you in high school." She ran a hand through his hair. "She should try having her own personal demon. It has it's advantages."
He smiled at her and leaned in for another kiss, and there were no more interruptions.
***
Buffy sighed and lay back against the pillows, practically bathing in the afterglow. She stretched slowly and cuddled up against the side of her undead lover's chest. He lightly stroked her back with his fingertips. "Angel?"
"Mmm?"
She bit her lip but forced herself to continue. "Are you gonna leave me again?"
His fingertips still on her back, but he shook his head. "No, Buffy. I'm not going to leave you, but I can't stay in Sunnydale. I have a life in L.A., friends."
Buffy nodded over his heart. "But we'll make it work, right? The long distance thing?"
Angel nodded and squeezed her tighter. "Yes." He smiled. "We have an enabler."
She raised her head. "Who?"
"Spike."
"Oh, God."
Buffy was quiet and listless for the next several weeks. She went to school, went home, slept, patrolled, and slept.
The one person in the world who could make all this better was a hundred miles away, feeling her pain.
It was two months before he couldn't take it anymore.
Three a.m., he was standing outside her window, his childe at his side. Over the last couple of months, Spike had made himself useful. Cordelia and Doyle had begun to soften towards him once it was proven that he couldn't hurt people. On top of that, he had saved Cordelia's life. Also Angel's, and whenever there was a brawl or a fight, he had Angel's back. The two were actually kind of friends.
"Gonna go talk to her?" Spike asked quietly, taking a long drag on the Marlboro in his hands.
Angel sighed and slowly shook his head. "She doesn't need me," he muttered.
Spike made a quiet, disgusted noise in his throat. "You always were an idiot, Angelus," he said, almost conversationally. "She's needed you since the day she met you. Now go up there and talk to the girl."
Sire turned to childe. "I can't believe I'm taking relationship advice from *you*," he said in wonder.
The younger vampire grinned. "I know," he said. "Any minute now, earth is gonna rotate backwards, the sky's gonna turn fuschia, and the cheerleader's gonna get an actin' job."
Angel laughed softly and went for the door to the dorm. Spike lit another cigarette and headed for Willie's.
***
Angel paused outside Buffy's door, then knocked quietly. It was Willow who answered, and, noting Angel's guilty expression, step outside and spoke quietly. "She's asleep, so you're gonna have to wake her up. I heard about the smoochies at Giles's, so I know that's why she's upset. Talk to her, and if you hurt her, I will beat you to death with a shovel." Willow reopened the door, then said quietly, "Sometimes, she calls out your name at night," then gestured. "Come in," she said, then left, closing the door behind her.
Angel stared at he immobile lump on the bed, then walked over and tenderly caressed the sleeping girl's blonde hair. "Buffy," he murmured. "Buffy, love, please wake up,"
Buffy rolled slowly over onto her back. "I knew you were here. I could feel you." She sat up slowly. "So what's to slay? Can we get over with, please, so you can leave?"
Angel sighed. "There's nothing to slay, love. I just." Another sigh. "Needed to see you. You've been in pain."
Buffy glared. "Thanks to *you*!" She began to warm to her subject. "You left me, *twice* after I saved you ass *both* times - "
Angel suddenly grasped her head between his hands and kissed her, thrusting his tongue into her mouth to silence her. Buffy moaned low in her throat, and pulled Angel flush against her, close enough for him to tell that she wasn't wearing anything under the loose shirt that she wore as pajamas. She laid back, pulling Angel on top of her, letting his weight bear down on top of her, and her fingers started fumbling for the buttons on his shirt so that she could feel his skin.
Angel slipped a hand under her shirt, sliding it up to cup her breast. She moaned and arched into his hand as she felt him caress her nipple with a feather-light touch. She pulled away from his lips, gasping for breath, murmuring his name like a mantra.
Angel growled, low in his throat, and Buffy felt her skin prickle and her body react. Soon, their clothes were on the floor, and they were wrapped around each other tightly. Buffy was straddling him and very seriously working on his beltbuckle when his cell rang and Angel started swear. Buffy pushed him back against the bed. "Ignore it," she ordered, kissing him.
Angel groaned. "I can't," he muttered, "Somebody might be hurt."
Buffy sighed and rolled off of him as he reached for his phone. She began to absently trace his tattoo with her fingertips as she listened to him talk into the phone. "Yeah? Cordelia, what is it? What about Doyle? Yeah, I knew. Why are you calling me about this? Can't you tell Spike about it? Or Wes? You slept with him. OK...ok, Cordelia, you can tell me about this when I get back, alright?" He sighed. "I promise. Bye." He hung up and stared at the phone for a long moment. "I think he should've told her."
"Who told who what?" Buffy asked softly, sitting up and wrapping her arms around him.
He tiredly rubbed his eyes. "Cordelia and Doyle slept together. He waited until afterwards, however, to tell her that he's half demon." His lips quirked. "She was upset."
"She doesn't wanna be with a demon?" At Angel's nod, Buffy rolled her eyes. "She didn't have a problem chasing you in high school." She ran a hand through his hair. "She should try having her own personal demon. It has it's advantages."
He smiled at her and leaned in for another kiss, and there were no more interruptions.
***
Buffy sighed and lay back against the pillows, practically bathing in the afterglow. She stretched slowly and cuddled up against the side of her undead lover's chest. He lightly stroked her back with his fingertips. "Angel?"
"Mmm?"
She bit her lip but forced herself to continue. "Are you gonna leave me again?"
His fingertips still on her back, but he shook his head. "No, Buffy. I'm not going to leave you, but I can't stay in Sunnydale. I have a life in L.A., friends."
Buffy nodded over his heart. "But we'll make it work, right? The long distance thing?"
Angel nodded and squeezed her tighter. "Yes." He smiled. "We have an enabler."
She raised her head. "Who?"
"Spike."
"Oh, God."