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.
A/N- Since on the recent Angel episodes we have found out that Cordy is evil and that her and Connor have a baby (ick!), that will not impact the story, Cordy isn't evil and there is no child.
Spike was still in his crouched position. He couldn't believe this had happened again! He still felt a little crazy. He was wondering how the First had split itself into so many bodies, why it was messing with him like this? Maybe it was trying to make him feel bad for all those people he killed. But it can only transform itself into dead people, so would that mean that Cordelia was dead? All these questions were running through his head. But he couldn't take it, he was tired of being bitch-Spike. Waiting for the girl to come rescue him. So he stood up and looked around, the First had modernized since the last time he had been captured. He was in a dark cell. He looked around trying to find something, anything that could help him escape.
That's when he saw it. The first thing that caught his eye was the blinking red light above it. A camera. Wait.A camera? It escaped him why the First would use something like that. Well he thought if I can modernize surely the first evil can too. So he decided to use it to his ability.
"Hey!" he yelled up to it. "Whatever form of torture you think this is, I am not gonna take any it anymore I am no ones bitch!" He really hadn't intended to inform the First of his plan to escape but he had to let his anger out somehow.
Fred stared astonished at the screen. "Guys" she said shakily. Wes had come out from the office.
"What is it?" he asked her. She gestured towards the screen.
"- - - I am no one's bitch!" he heard the figure yell out.
"Well he looks sane or well sane-er" Wes said
"That isn't Angel" Fred said.
"I know" Wes answered quietly. "Grab the others" Fred nodded.
As Wes went to grab the tranquilizer gun his thoughts traveled to Angel. He wasn't cured. What had happened? Was he Angelus? Will they ever restore him? He took one last look at the monitor before he headed down the stairs. He was pacing back in forth in the cell, muttering something under his breath. At that moment Wes felt like breaking down. Letting his feelings pore out, everything that had happened. Just to stop being the leader. He didn't like it. He didn't know how Angel did it. He breathed in deeply, after this is all over he said to himself, I will have to ask him that exact question.
He stepped cautiously down the stairs. The figure looked up at him.
"So decided to come in person huh, enough with the little camera?" he said snidely.
"Yes, You seem to more sane than a few hours ago" Wes said without changing the tone of his voice.
"Well what can I say, I finally realized that you're not worth insanity" he said back.
"So Angelus, what do you suppose happened? Your soul is obviously not there" Wes said, anger rising.
"What is with the head games!?" Spike yelled at Wes. "You know good and well that I am not Angelus, Angelus isn't even on this world just the great poof" Spike said.
Wes dropped the tranq. gun and almost tripped over it as he stumbled backwards.
"Losing your grace?" Spike sneered at him.
"What are you?" Wes asked.
"Oh god, you bleedin' know that I am a vampire and I swear to you I will escape but while I'm stuck in this insane hellhole YOU will stop trying to mess with my mind, You can't you already failed at that once." Spike yelled. At that the rest of the gang came down the stairs.
They saw the very angry Spike that stood in the cage. Then they saw the very pale face of Wesley as he leaned against the wall. Fred rushed over to him.
"Are you ok?" Fred asked him. His mouth opened and closed a few times. The he finally got the words out
"He isn't Angel" Fred gave him a knowing glance while the others looked a little shocked and saddened. "and he isn't Angelus"
"What!" Fred said. But Cordelia's face said volumes more than Fred's yell. She was paled and he saw a tears stain down her cheek. But her expression wasn't a grief-stricken one. It was worn, tired, and determined. She stood directly in front of the cage right in Spike's view.
"Who are you?" she said.
Spike let out a deep, frustrated sigh and said. "I'm Spike"
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.
A/N- Since on the recent Angel episodes we have found out that Cordy is evil and that her and Connor have a baby (ick!), that will not impact the story, Cordy isn't evil and there is no child.
Spike was still in his crouched position. He couldn't believe this had happened again! He still felt a little crazy. He was wondering how the First had split itself into so many bodies, why it was messing with him like this? Maybe it was trying to make him feel bad for all those people he killed. But it can only transform itself into dead people, so would that mean that Cordelia was dead? All these questions were running through his head. But he couldn't take it, he was tired of being bitch-Spike. Waiting for the girl to come rescue him. So he stood up and looked around, the First had modernized since the last time he had been captured. He was in a dark cell. He looked around trying to find something, anything that could help him escape.
That's when he saw it. The first thing that caught his eye was the blinking red light above it. A camera. Wait.A camera? It escaped him why the First would use something like that. Well he thought if I can modernize surely the first evil can too. So he decided to use it to his ability.
"Hey!" he yelled up to it. "Whatever form of torture you think this is, I am not gonna take any it anymore I am no ones bitch!" He really hadn't intended to inform the First of his plan to escape but he had to let his anger out somehow.
Fred stared astonished at the screen. "Guys" she said shakily. Wes had come out from the office.
"What is it?" he asked her. She gestured towards the screen.
"- - - I am no one's bitch!" he heard the figure yell out.
"Well he looks sane or well sane-er" Wes said
"That isn't Angel" Fred said.
"I know" Wes answered quietly. "Grab the others" Fred nodded.
As Wes went to grab the tranquilizer gun his thoughts traveled to Angel. He wasn't cured. What had happened? Was he Angelus? Will they ever restore him? He took one last look at the monitor before he headed down the stairs. He was pacing back in forth in the cell, muttering something under his breath. At that moment Wes felt like breaking down. Letting his feelings pore out, everything that had happened. Just to stop being the leader. He didn't like it. He didn't know how Angel did it. He breathed in deeply, after this is all over he said to himself, I will have to ask him that exact question.
He stepped cautiously down the stairs. The figure looked up at him.
"So decided to come in person huh, enough with the little camera?" he said snidely.
"Yes, You seem to more sane than a few hours ago" Wes said without changing the tone of his voice.
"Well what can I say, I finally realized that you're not worth insanity" he said back.
"So Angelus, what do you suppose happened? Your soul is obviously not there" Wes said, anger rising.
"What is with the head games!?" Spike yelled at Wes. "You know good and well that I am not Angelus, Angelus isn't even on this world just the great poof" Spike said.
Wes dropped the tranq. gun and almost tripped over it as he stumbled backwards.
"Losing your grace?" Spike sneered at him.
"What are you?" Wes asked.
"Oh god, you bleedin' know that I am a vampire and I swear to you I will escape but while I'm stuck in this insane hellhole YOU will stop trying to mess with my mind, You can't you already failed at that once." Spike yelled. At that the rest of the gang came down the stairs.
They saw the very angry Spike that stood in the cage. Then they saw the very pale face of Wesley as he leaned against the wall. Fred rushed over to him.
"Are you ok?" Fred asked him. His mouth opened and closed a few times. The he finally got the words out
"He isn't Angel" Fred gave him a knowing glance while the others looked a little shocked and saddened. "and he isn't Angelus"
"What!" Fred said. But Cordelia's face said volumes more than Fred's yell. She was paled and he saw a tears stain down her cheek. But her expression wasn't a grief-stricken one. It was worn, tired, and determined. She stood directly in front of the cage right in Spike's view.
"Who are you?" she said.
Spike let out a deep, frustrated sigh and said. "I'm Spike"