Title- Switching
By- Kirstee
Timeline- Set after Buffy "The Killer In Me" and Angel "Soulless"
Disclaimer- I own none of these characters. They belong to Joss Whedon and his Co. I wish they were mine. That would be cool.
Summary- The Angel gang searches frantically for a spell that will return Angel's soul, while some weird things are going on over at the Summers residence. Buffy/Angel crossover.
Chapter 4- The Happenings
Wesley and the gang clattered down the stairs and the figure held his hand to his head. He let out a loud groan. "Bloody Hell" he whispered. For a minute he hadn't even realized he had spoken. His voice sounded different, or maybe it was his hearing that was screwed up. "Angel?" a brown haired girl asked. Ok defiantly the hearing. He shook his head violently in an attempt to clear his ears and his head, which at the moment was on complete shutdown. "Angelus?" Wesley sharply questioned the figure. The figure didn't acknowledge the question. "Where am I?" he asked. Wesley looked over at Cordy and he saw the hopefulness that showed on her face. They both knew that memory loss was all part of the regaining of a soul. "Your home" Wesley said warmly. "This ain't my bleedin' home" he muttered. Only Fred who was standing to the edge of the cage heard it. She frowned. He was speaking with an accent. It was defiantly English but not Wesley English. It was much less proper. But just as quickly as the thought entered her mind it fleeted away just as fast when some more excessive groans arose from the man in the cage.
He was slumped against the cold cement, he could feel everyone's stares burning into him. He knew he was groaning, he had tried to stop but there was some definite acheage and he was still trying to suss out this thing with his voice, or his ears. He heard murmuring around him. He looked over to the edge of the cage, there was that brown-haired girl. She was small and pretty, with her hair flowing down past her shoulders. She cocked her head to the side as she looked at him. He smiled, the way she cocked her head reminded him of Dawn. Actually the girl looked a lot like his bit. But Dawn always had that distinctive sass, which anyone could see by just looking at her. This girl that stood there seemed shy but with her own cut of bravery. His eyes traveled around. Next to the girl stood a tall dark man, he stood tall with a tranquilizer gun pointed not exactly near him but close enough that Spike knew if he made a sudden move a dart would be embedded in his side. The way he moved was very protective, especially of the girl that stood to his side. In conversation were three people. One was a young boy that couldn't be older than 19, a green demon with red horns that stood out against that skin. The other man was slightly smaller than the demon but he held himself with authority. He looked rough around the edges, he looked like the leader. The last was a girl. He took a slight intake of breath when his eyes reached her. He knew her, course it was a couple years last time he saw her. She looked different from the young girl he had remembered. This woman was hardened. She looked at him with softness in her eyes. He finally was able to form a word. "Cordelia?" he questioned huskily.
She stared at him for a minute and he thought he saw some water in her eyes. She breathed in deeply and before he knew what was happening she had run to the cage and was undoing all the locks. "Cordelia!" Wesley said loudly. He reached out to stop her but she shrugged him off. After the last lock had opened the key fell with ting on the ground. She threw the door to the cage open. She ran to the figure and threw her arms around him. "Whoa!" was all he could manage to get out. He jumped out of her grasp and backed up against the far wall. "Are you out of your mind?" He was able to stutter out. She looked up at him a wave of hurt flashed on her face. Spike immediately felt guilty about how he had reacted. But it was just to abnormal for him to even rationalize. She stood up and the hardened expression overtook the hurt one that had been there seconds ago. She stood a few feet away from him. He was still in amazement that no one had staked him yet. The silence during this exchange now became deafening. He heard the leader say that name again. "Angel?" but he only heard it faintly because he was becoming lost in his own mind. It dawned on him in that second. "The First" he whispered. Cordy stood there her anger now turned to confusion. "The first? The first what?" She tried to ask him. But he was now lost. He melted to the ground. All the while saying "No, no, no, no... Not again, I can't take it". Cordelia took a step closer to him and tried to put her hand on his shoulder. But the instant she had touched him he had shy'd away. Cordy didn't know what to feel. The man she loved was blocking himself from her. She looked helplessly to the gang that had stood right outside the entrance to the cell. After a minute of just staring, Wesley spoke up "Cordelia maybe we should leave him alone for right now". Cordelia looked back at the figure that was now rocking back and forth. She nodded to Wesley and walked out of the cage. Gunn picked up the key and re-locked it. They walked up the stars in complete and utter silence.
By- Kirstee
Timeline- Set after Buffy "The Killer In Me" and Angel "Soulless"
Disclaimer- I own none of these characters. They belong to Joss Whedon and his Co. I wish they were mine. That would be cool.
Summary- The Angel gang searches frantically for a spell that will return Angel's soul, while some weird things are going on over at the Summers residence. Buffy/Angel crossover.
Chapter 4- The Happenings
Wesley and the gang clattered down the stairs and the figure held his hand to his head. He let out a loud groan. "Bloody Hell" he whispered. For a minute he hadn't even realized he had spoken. His voice sounded different, or maybe it was his hearing that was screwed up. "Angel?" a brown haired girl asked. Ok defiantly the hearing. He shook his head violently in an attempt to clear his ears and his head, which at the moment was on complete shutdown. "Angelus?" Wesley sharply questioned the figure. The figure didn't acknowledge the question. "Where am I?" he asked. Wesley looked over at Cordy and he saw the hopefulness that showed on her face. They both knew that memory loss was all part of the regaining of a soul. "Your home" Wesley said warmly. "This ain't my bleedin' home" he muttered. Only Fred who was standing to the edge of the cage heard it. She frowned. He was speaking with an accent. It was defiantly English but not Wesley English. It was much less proper. But just as quickly as the thought entered her mind it fleeted away just as fast when some more excessive groans arose from the man in the cage.
He was slumped against the cold cement, he could feel everyone's stares burning into him. He knew he was groaning, he had tried to stop but there was some definite acheage and he was still trying to suss out this thing with his voice, or his ears. He heard murmuring around him. He looked over to the edge of the cage, there was that brown-haired girl. She was small and pretty, with her hair flowing down past her shoulders. She cocked her head to the side as she looked at him. He smiled, the way she cocked her head reminded him of Dawn. Actually the girl looked a lot like his bit. But Dawn always had that distinctive sass, which anyone could see by just looking at her. This girl that stood there seemed shy but with her own cut of bravery. His eyes traveled around. Next to the girl stood a tall dark man, he stood tall with a tranquilizer gun pointed not exactly near him but close enough that Spike knew if he made a sudden move a dart would be embedded in his side. The way he moved was very protective, especially of the girl that stood to his side. In conversation were three people. One was a young boy that couldn't be older than 19, a green demon with red horns that stood out against that skin. The other man was slightly smaller than the demon but he held himself with authority. He looked rough around the edges, he looked like the leader. The last was a girl. He took a slight intake of breath when his eyes reached her. He knew her, course it was a couple years last time he saw her. She looked different from the young girl he had remembered. This woman was hardened. She looked at him with softness in her eyes. He finally was able to form a word. "Cordelia?" he questioned huskily.
She stared at him for a minute and he thought he saw some water in her eyes. She breathed in deeply and before he knew what was happening she had run to the cage and was undoing all the locks. "Cordelia!" Wesley said loudly. He reached out to stop her but she shrugged him off. After the last lock had opened the key fell with ting on the ground. She threw the door to the cage open. She ran to the figure and threw her arms around him. "Whoa!" was all he could manage to get out. He jumped out of her grasp and backed up against the far wall. "Are you out of your mind?" He was able to stutter out. She looked up at him a wave of hurt flashed on her face. Spike immediately felt guilty about how he had reacted. But it was just to abnormal for him to even rationalize. She stood up and the hardened expression overtook the hurt one that had been there seconds ago. She stood a few feet away from him. He was still in amazement that no one had staked him yet. The silence during this exchange now became deafening. He heard the leader say that name again. "Angel?" but he only heard it faintly because he was becoming lost in his own mind. It dawned on him in that second. "The First" he whispered. Cordy stood there her anger now turned to confusion. "The first? The first what?" She tried to ask him. But he was now lost. He melted to the ground. All the while saying "No, no, no, no... Not again, I can't take it". Cordelia took a step closer to him and tried to put her hand on his shoulder. But the instant she had touched him he had shy'd away. Cordy didn't know what to feel. The man she loved was blocking himself from her. She looked helplessly to the gang that had stood right outside the entrance to the cell. After a minute of just staring, Wesley spoke up "Cordelia maybe we should leave him alone for right now". Cordelia looked back at the figure that was now rocking back and forth. She nodded to Wesley and walked out of the cage. Gunn picked up the key and re-locked it. They walked up the stars in complete and utter silence.