Author's Note: First off, and I really can't say this enough, thank you
all so much for the reviews!! They mean a lot to me, they really do, so
I tried to make this chapter a wee bit longer than the others. Also,
I'm assuming you all would like me to continue this story? I never
really meant for it to be this long, but I just keep getting ideas! =)
After Harry Potter, a few beers, and some ghost stories ("Really? You were stuck following around Angel for months?"), Spike and Connor passed out on the couch, and were woken up just a few hours later by Fred singing. Loudly.
"Dammit, woman, it is NOT a beautiful morning," Spike grumbled as he stood up, his little hands attempting to cover his ears. Fred just smiled at him and continued to sing, so he pulled his ears off. Ah, much better.
Wesley came in a few moments later and Fred stopped singing to kiss him, so Spike assumed it was safe to put his ears back on.
"Everything okie dokie at command central?" she asked brightly, and Spike felt a large surge of sympathy for Wesley as he shrugged. "I guess. I've kinda been in dreamland, 'case you haven't noticed."
Fred looked around the room. "Um, where's Connor?"
Spike pointed to a particularly lumpy looking blanket on the couch. "He's under there. Twerp tried to use me as a pillow, so I buried him."
Fred giggled and walked over to the couch. "Connor?"
The blanket moved a little and groaned, "Five more minutes." Fred rolled her eyes and patted where she thought his shoulder was. Connor jumped.
"Alright, alright, I'm up!" he said, blushing at his words. Which, in turn, caused Fred to blush too. Apparently that wasn't his shoulder.
"Sooo," Wesley said, and then shot Spike a glare when he snickered. "Is Angelus still unconscious and, eh, puppet-like?"
Spike grabbed the remote from the table, turned the TV to channel 250, and pointed to the monitor, which showed the Scourge of Europe himself fast asleep on the closet floor.
Wesley looked impressed. "Well, that's handy."
Fred, on the other hand, looked worried. "He looks uncomfy. Maybe we should get him a pillow?" she suggested.
"He is a pillow," Spike reminded her. "And anyways, not only is he evil, but the prick can sleep anywhere, and through anything if he wants. Which tended to be rather scary sometimes." Everyone stared at Angelus's sleeping form, as if contemplating that.
"When's the red-haired witch arriving?" Connor asked, standing up and yawning. Fred turned away from the TV to face Connor.
"You mean Willow? Oh, she should be here around noon. And she said she was bringing a sander with her for some reason," she added, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
"A sander?" Wesley repeated, clearly confused as well. Then it dawned on him. "Oh! I don't suppose she said 'Xander,' as in Alexander Harris, did she?"
Fred hit her forehead. "I guess that does make a little more sense."
"Just a little," Spike added sarcastically, which earned him a hit on the head from Connor. After a moment mostly involving Spike glaring up at Connor, Fred clapped her hands together. "Hey, Connor, wanna go check out your new apartment? We thought you might like a place nearby to stay."
Connor's eyes widened. "I have an apartment? Oh, you guys so rock." He quickly followed Fred out of the room, looking ready to burst out in song himself.
"Well, he seems to be adjusting well now, doesn't he?" Wesley commented. Spike rolled his plastic eyes.
"Piffle. He's just happy that he's got his own place. And all my money," he added thoughtfully.
Wesley raised an eyebrow, leaning against Angel's desk and crossing his arms. "You gambled with him, eh?"
"He cheats," Spike mumbled bitterly, sitting in the chair across from Wesley. "Just like his bloody father."
"I have to agree with you on that," Wesley admitted. "Angel does often resort to cheating. But for the greater good," he quickly added.
Spike stared at Wesley in disbelief. "Does everyone here secretly hate Angel or something? And why did you all wait until now to let me know?"
"Oh, I never meant that I hated him!" Wesley corrected himself quickly. "It's just... Wait, who else hates him?"
"Spike!" Connor shouted, running into the room. As a ball of fluff rushed past him, Spike (the vampire-puppet) realized Connor probably wasn't yelling at him.
Connor walked over to the couch and knelt down, trying to coax the puppy out from under there.
"Come on out, boy. C'mon, Spikey, it's okay!" Wesley chuckled and Spike just glared. Spike (the puppy) finally did come out and Connor scooped him up into his arms.
"Isn't he awesome?" Connor asked them, a huge grin on his face. "Lorne said I could take care of him while Angel's evil."
Fred walked into the room, breathing heavily. "He sure is a ball of energy," she said, collapsing on the desk next to Wesley.
"The puppy or the boy?" Wesley asked.
Fred thought about it for a moment. "Both."
"AAAHHH!!!" Spike (the puppet-like vampire) screamed. Connor had, at some point, let go of the puppy, and now it was munching on Spike's legs.
"Get!...it!...off!...ME!" Spike shouted over the growling of Spike junior. Connor grabbed the puppy and pulled as hard as he could until it let go. Connor stumbled backwards with the puppy in his arms and Spike fell off the chair and to the floor.
"Oh my god," Fred said, sickened. She put her hands over her eyes as Wesley rushed to help Spike, automatically switching to First-Aid-Mode.
"Fred, quick--there's a sewing kit in the second drawer down of Angel's desk. Fetch it for me, please, luv." Fred did jus that while Wesley retrieved Spike's leg from... well, Spike.
"Is he going to be alright?" Connor asked, holding the puppy tightly as Wesley got out the materials he needed.
"He should be fine. There doesn't seem to be any major stuffing loss."
Spike rolled his eyes. "Just shut up and put my leg back! Oh, and I am SO eating that dog now. Stupid, mangy little..."
"Shh," Fred soothed, holding the leg in place, despite her queasiness, so Wesley could sew it back on Spike. "It's not completely Spike's fault, Spike." She paused, making sure what she just said had made sense. She continued, "He's just a puppy, and to him you look like quite the chew toy."
Spike just glared, something he was becoming rather good at.
"Look who's awake," Connor said, frowning. They all looked at the TV and saw Angelus sitting up and yawning. Fred squealed.
"Oh, isn't he just precious?!" Everyone looked at her. "Oh, uh, ahem. I mean... he's super evil. Yeah," she said unconvincingly.
"There," said Wesley, cutting the thread. "Good as new."
"Wow," Spike said in awe as he checked out the stitching. "Nice work, doc." Wesley nodded and then turned to Fred.
"Should we tranq him until Willow and Xander arrive?"
"Me?"
"The puppy?"
"Angelus?"
Wesley stared at Spike, Connor, and Fred who had all just spoken at the same time. He turned to Fred. "Yes, I mean Angelus."
Fred shrugged. "Do we even have to? I mean, he doesn't really look like he's gonna break out of the closet and kill us all right now, does he?"
They all stared at the monitor as Angelus yawned again.
"Key words: right now," Spike noted.
Wesley considered it a moment. "Spike's right," he said, causing even Spike to look surprised. "Who knows what tricks Angelus could have up his sleeves. We should probably tranquilize him now, just in case." Wesley pulled a tranquilizing gun out of one of his many coat pockets and walked over to the closet, unlocking it and opening it slowly. Angelus looked up.
"Oh, Wes, thank god you're here! I--" Wesley fired a dart into Angelus's chest, and he stumbled backwards, shocked. "No, Wes, you--you don't understand! It's me! I'm--I'm..."
Slamming the door shut and locking it, Wesley walked back over to Angel's desk. Seeing Angelus fast asleep, he turned the TV monitor off.
"Wow," Spike said meekly, staring up at the man who had just stitched him up. "Remind me to never piss you off."
"Oh, I think you'll remember," Wesley said, smiling.
Spike had the strong urge to run away.
TBC
After Harry Potter, a few beers, and some ghost stories ("Really? You were stuck following around Angel for months?"), Spike and Connor passed out on the couch, and were woken up just a few hours later by Fred singing. Loudly.
"Dammit, woman, it is NOT a beautiful morning," Spike grumbled as he stood up, his little hands attempting to cover his ears. Fred just smiled at him and continued to sing, so he pulled his ears off. Ah, much better.
Wesley came in a few moments later and Fred stopped singing to kiss him, so Spike assumed it was safe to put his ears back on.
"Everything okie dokie at command central?" she asked brightly, and Spike felt a large surge of sympathy for Wesley as he shrugged. "I guess. I've kinda been in dreamland, 'case you haven't noticed."
Fred looked around the room. "Um, where's Connor?"
Spike pointed to a particularly lumpy looking blanket on the couch. "He's under there. Twerp tried to use me as a pillow, so I buried him."
Fred giggled and walked over to the couch. "Connor?"
The blanket moved a little and groaned, "Five more minutes." Fred rolled her eyes and patted where she thought his shoulder was. Connor jumped.
"Alright, alright, I'm up!" he said, blushing at his words. Which, in turn, caused Fred to blush too. Apparently that wasn't his shoulder.
"Sooo," Wesley said, and then shot Spike a glare when he snickered. "Is Angelus still unconscious and, eh, puppet-like?"
Spike grabbed the remote from the table, turned the TV to channel 250, and pointed to the monitor, which showed the Scourge of Europe himself fast asleep on the closet floor.
Wesley looked impressed. "Well, that's handy."
Fred, on the other hand, looked worried. "He looks uncomfy. Maybe we should get him a pillow?" she suggested.
"He is a pillow," Spike reminded her. "And anyways, not only is he evil, but the prick can sleep anywhere, and through anything if he wants. Which tended to be rather scary sometimes." Everyone stared at Angelus's sleeping form, as if contemplating that.
"When's the red-haired witch arriving?" Connor asked, standing up and yawning. Fred turned away from the TV to face Connor.
"You mean Willow? Oh, she should be here around noon. And she said she was bringing a sander with her for some reason," she added, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
"A sander?" Wesley repeated, clearly confused as well. Then it dawned on him. "Oh! I don't suppose she said 'Xander,' as in Alexander Harris, did she?"
Fred hit her forehead. "I guess that does make a little more sense."
"Just a little," Spike added sarcastically, which earned him a hit on the head from Connor. After a moment mostly involving Spike glaring up at Connor, Fred clapped her hands together. "Hey, Connor, wanna go check out your new apartment? We thought you might like a place nearby to stay."
Connor's eyes widened. "I have an apartment? Oh, you guys so rock." He quickly followed Fred out of the room, looking ready to burst out in song himself.
"Well, he seems to be adjusting well now, doesn't he?" Wesley commented. Spike rolled his plastic eyes.
"Piffle. He's just happy that he's got his own place. And all my money," he added thoughtfully.
Wesley raised an eyebrow, leaning against Angel's desk and crossing his arms. "You gambled with him, eh?"
"He cheats," Spike mumbled bitterly, sitting in the chair across from Wesley. "Just like his bloody father."
"I have to agree with you on that," Wesley admitted. "Angel does often resort to cheating. But for the greater good," he quickly added.
Spike stared at Wesley in disbelief. "Does everyone here secretly hate Angel or something? And why did you all wait until now to let me know?"
"Oh, I never meant that I hated him!" Wesley corrected himself quickly. "It's just... Wait, who else hates him?"
"Spike!" Connor shouted, running into the room. As a ball of fluff rushed past him, Spike (the vampire-puppet) realized Connor probably wasn't yelling at him.
Connor walked over to the couch and knelt down, trying to coax the puppy out from under there.
"Come on out, boy. C'mon, Spikey, it's okay!" Wesley chuckled and Spike just glared. Spike (the puppy) finally did come out and Connor scooped him up into his arms.
"Isn't he awesome?" Connor asked them, a huge grin on his face. "Lorne said I could take care of him while Angel's evil."
Fred walked into the room, breathing heavily. "He sure is a ball of energy," she said, collapsing on the desk next to Wesley.
"The puppy or the boy?" Wesley asked.
Fred thought about it for a moment. "Both."
"AAAHHH!!!" Spike (the puppet-like vampire) screamed. Connor had, at some point, let go of the puppy, and now it was munching on Spike's legs.
"Get!...it!...off!...ME!" Spike shouted over the growling of Spike junior. Connor grabbed the puppy and pulled as hard as he could until it let go. Connor stumbled backwards with the puppy in his arms and Spike fell off the chair and to the floor.
"Oh my god," Fred said, sickened. She put her hands over her eyes as Wesley rushed to help Spike, automatically switching to First-Aid-Mode.
"Fred, quick--there's a sewing kit in the second drawer down of Angel's desk. Fetch it for me, please, luv." Fred did jus that while Wesley retrieved Spike's leg from... well, Spike.
"Is he going to be alright?" Connor asked, holding the puppy tightly as Wesley got out the materials he needed.
"He should be fine. There doesn't seem to be any major stuffing loss."
Spike rolled his eyes. "Just shut up and put my leg back! Oh, and I am SO eating that dog now. Stupid, mangy little..."
"Shh," Fred soothed, holding the leg in place, despite her queasiness, so Wesley could sew it back on Spike. "It's not completely Spike's fault, Spike." She paused, making sure what she just said had made sense. She continued, "He's just a puppy, and to him you look like quite the chew toy."
Spike just glared, something he was becoming rather good at.
"Look who's awake," Connor said, frowning. They all looked at the TV and saw Angelus sitting up and yawning. Fred squealed.
"Oh, isn't he just precious?!" Everyone looked at her. "Oh, uh, ahem. I mean... he's super evil. Yeah," she said unconvincingly.
"There," said Wesley, cutting the thread. "Good as new."
"Wow," Spike said in awe as he checked out the stitching. "Nice work, doc." Wesley nodded and then turned to Fred.
"Should we tranq him until Willow and Xander arrive?"
"Me?"
"The puppy?"
"Angelus?"
Wesley stared at Spike, Connor, and Fred who had all just spoken at the same time. He turned to Fred. "Yes, I mean Angelus."
Fred shrugged. "Do we even have to? I mean, he doesn't really look like he's gonna break out of the closet and kill us all right now, does he?"
They all stared at the monitor as Angelus yawned again.
"Key words: right now," Spike noted.
Wesley considered it a moment. "Spike's right," he said, causing even Spike to look surprised. "Who knows what tricks Angelus could have up his sleeves. We should probably tranquilize him now, just in case." Wesley pulled a tranquilizing gun out of one of his many coat pockets and walked over to the closet, unlocking it and opening it slowly. Angelus looked up.
"Oh, Wes, thank god you're here! I--" Wesley fired a dart into Angelus's chest, and he stumbled backwards, shocked. "No, Wes, you--you don't understand! It's me! I'm--I'm..."
Slamming the door shut and locking it, Wesley walked back over to Angel's desk. Seeing Angelus fast asleep, he turned the TV monitor off.
"Wow," Spike said meekly, staring up at the man who had just stitched him up. "Remind me to never piss you off."
"Oh, I think you'll remember," Wesley said, smiling.
Spike had the strong urge to run away.
TBC