Angel sat at his office, in deep thought. What should he do? He was quiet
tempted by Chris's and Peter's offer, but he was already working for the
evilest place to work, did he really want help from two evil vampires to
win something good. And in the midst of that, he was scared, he wanted the
prize very much yes, but a part of him didn't because he was scared of what
it'd do to him, he remembered turning human for one day, one day as a human
caused enough trouble but a lifetime.....
Wesley came and sat next to him.
'I heard about your offer, Gunn let me know about the phone call you got and then when I saw the vampire I went to Buffy for an explanation, she told me about them offering to help you', Wesley said quietly. Angel didn't look up.
'I know it must be tempting but we don't know if we can trust these guys', Wesley said. Angel nodded politely.
'Yeah (Wesley looked relived he wasn't angry) because I can so trust you guys', Angel said coldly. Wesley's smile faded. Angel was glaring at him.
'I asked Gunn not to tell you', Angel said. Wesley looked uncomfortable.
'Y-yes well he only told me.... he was worried Angel and I could tell so I asked him, he didn't want to tell me', Wesley said quickly. Angel shook his head.
'You don't get it, you think you get a say in all this but you don't, this is my life, my choice and if I want help from vampires then that's my problem not yours, you have nothing to do with this', Angel growled.
'We're your friends', Wesley reminded him softly. Angel swallowed and burrowed his head in his hands.
'I'm scared Wes, I really am, I don't know what to do....who to trust and who not to, and then I don't even know if I'll be able to handle being human and then there's the Buffy choosing who it'll be and she just admitted she loved Spike so where do I fit into all this', Angel cried. Wesley gave Angel a look of deep sympathy.
'You fit into all this because you're the true champion, it doesn't matter who Buffy loves, your the one who deserves it more because you've been doing this longer and I promise you Angel you will not walk away empty handed, I promise you', Wesley told Angel.
'Thanks Wesley', he said gratefully .Wesley smiled and punched him lightly on the shoulder.
'Don't mention it', he said. Angel watched Wesley retreat back to his office, truly grateful for the fact that he had friends like Wesley, Gunn and Fred by his side.
Spike saw Angel sitting alone in his office so he approached him.
'What's up with tall doctor forehead?' he said from the door. Angel looked up and saw Spike leaning against the door.
'Go away Spike', Angel said weakly. Spike smirked and walked in.
'Don't think so, you can't get rid off me that easy', he said.
'What do you want?' Angel snapped. Spike paced up and down the room pretending to think.
'Nothing really I saw you here sitting all alone so I thought I'd come and cheer you up', Spike replied.
'More like piss me off', Angel spat.
'Ok got me there', Spike agreed.
'Please Spike I'm not in the mood for your jokes', Angel sighed.
'I'm not joking', Spike argued. Angel rolled his eyes.
'Whatever, I'm not in the mood for you let's just leaving it at that', Angel said.
'Fine I get that, the dramatic poof needs to be alone so he can feel sorry for himself', Spike teased him.
'At least I feel sorry', Angel retorted. Spike nostrils flared, and he gave Angel a furious glare.
'You don't know anything about what I feel', Spike snarled.
'Well why don't you tell me Spike, cos I seriously doubt your going through more CRAP than me', Angel shouted. Spike laughed.
'Oh you have no bloody idea what I'm going through', Spike said, his voice quivering.
'Oooohhh poor Spikey he's feeling all misunderstood, let's all feel sorry for him because he's the new kid on the block, he can be a good man, he can make a difference blah blah blah', Angel fumed.
'The first bit about being misunderstood and let's all feel sorry for him is a good description of yourself mate', Spike replied coldly. Angel froze.
'Get out', Angel said quietly but deadly.
'No can do, you don't get to order me around like you do with those so called mates of yours', Spike said. Angel stood up very quickly, knocking over a vase that stood on his desk.
'I told you to get out', Angel said through gritted teeth. Spike folded his arms.
'And I told you I wouldn't', responded Spike.
'I'm warning you Spike, you better get out of here', Angel threatened.
'Make me', Spike said as though daring him to do something about it. Angel shrugged.
'Fine' And Angel tore across the room and punched Spike square in the face. Spike staggered, holding his nose. He wiped away the blood then faced Angel, daggers in his eyes. Spike punched Angel back sending him flying across the room; he skidded along the floor, smashing into his desk. But Angel was back on his feet in a second and wrestling Spike to the ground, he was punching him and kicking him as hard as he could and Spike was trying his best to prevent it but it was no use, Angel had pinned him to the ground.
'You (Angel punched Spike) think (Angel punched Spike again) your (and again) so (and again) good (Angel punched him one last time)' Angel rolled of Spike, who was laying there his eyes half open, barely conscious. 'But you're nothing less than that your filth Spike, you're not even worthy enough to be competition for me' Angel got up and looked down at Spike, then kicked him in the stomach, Spike let out a moan of pain but Angel ignored him and straightening his coat he stormed out leaving Spike a bloody wreck on the floor.
'I heard about your offer, Gunn let me know about the phone call you got and then when I saw the vampire I went to Buffy for an explanation, she told me about them offering to help you', Wesley said quietly. Angel didn't look up.
'I know it must be tempting but we don't know if we can trust these guys', Wesley said. Angel nodded politely.
'Yeah (Wesley looked relived he wasn't angry) because I can so trust you guys', Angel said coldly. Wesley's smile faded. Angel was glaring at him.
'I asked Gunn not to tell you', Angel said. Wesley looked uncomfortable.
'Y-yes well he only told me.... he was worried Angel and I could tell so I asked him, he didn't want to tell me', Wesley said quickly. Angel shook his head.
'You don't get it, you think you get a say in all this but you don't, this is my life, my choice and if I want help from vampires then that's my problem not yours, you have nothing to do with this', Angel growled.
'We're your friends', Wesley reminded him softly. Angel swallowed and burrowed his head in his hands.
'I'm scared Wes, I really am, I don't know what to do....who to trust and who not to, and then I don't even know if I'll be able to handle being human and then there's the Buffy choosing who it'll be and she just admitted she loved Spike so where do I fit into all this', Angel cried. Wesley gave Angel a look of deep sympathy.
'You fit into all this because you're the true champion, it doesn't matter who Buffy loves, your the one who deserves it more because you've been doing this longer and I promise you Angel you will not walk away empty handed, I promise you', Wesley told Angel.
'Thanks Wesley', he said gratefully .Wesley smiled and punched him lightly on the shoulder.
'Don't mention it', he said. Angel watched Wesley retreat back to his office, truly grateful for the fact that he had friends like Wesley, Gunn and Fred by his side.
Spike saw Angel sitting alone in his office so he approached him.
'What's up with tall doctor forehead?' he said from the door. Angel looked up and saw Spike leaning against the door.
'Go away Spike', Angel said weakly. Spike smirked and walked in.
'Don't think so, you can't get rid off me that easy', he said.
'What do you want?' Angel snapped. Spike paced up and down the room pretending to think.
'Nothing really I saw you here sitting all alone so I thought I'd come and cheer you up', Spike replied.
'More like piss me off', Angel spat.
'Ok got me there', Spike agreed.
'Please Spike I'm not in the mood for your jokes', Angel sighed.
'I'm not joking', Spike argued. Angel rolled his eyes.
'Whatever, I'm not in the mood for you let's just leaving it at that', Angel said.
'Fine I get that, the dramatic poof needs to be alone so he can feel sorry for himself', Spike teased him.
'At least I feel sorry', Angel retorted. Spike nostrils flared, and he gave Angel a furious glare.
'You don't know anything about what I feel', Spike snarled.
'Well why don't you tell me Spike, cos I seriously doubt your going through more CRAP than me', Angel shouted. Spike laughed.
'Oh you have no bloody idea what I'm going through', Spike said, his voice quivering.
'Oooohhh poor Spikey he's feeling all misunderstood, let's all feel sorry for him because he's the new kid on the block, he can be a good man, he can make a difference blah blah blah', Angel fumed.
'The first bit about being misunderstood and let's all feel sorry for him is a good description of yourself mate', Spike replied coldly. Angel froze.
'Get out', Angel said quietly but deadly.
'No can do, you don't get to order me around like you do with those so called mates of yours', Spike said. Angel stood up very quickly, knocking over a vase that stood on his desk.
'I told you to get out', Angel said through gritted teeth. Spike folded his arms.
'And I told you I wouldn't', responded Spike.
'I'm warning you Spike, you better get out of here', Angel threatened.
'Make me', Spike said as though daring him to do something about it. Angel shrugged.
'Fine' And Angel tore across the room and punched Spike square in the face. Spike staggered, holding his nose. He wiped away the blood then faced Angel, daggers in his eyes. Spike punched Angel back sending him flying across the room; he skidded along the floor, smashing into his desk. But Angel was back on his feet in a second and wrestling Spike to the ground, he was punching him and kicking him as hard as he could and Spike was trying his best to prevent it but it was no use, Angel had pinned him to the ground.
'You (Angel punched Spike) think (Angel punched Spike again) your (and again) so (and again) good (Angel punched him one last time)' Angel rolled of Spike, who was laying there his eyes half open, barely conscious. 'But you're nothing less than that your filth Spike, you're not even worthy enough to be competition for me' Angel got up and looked down at Spike, then kicked him in the stomach, Spike let out a moan of pain but Angel ignored him and straightening his coat he stormed out leaving Spike a bloody wreck on the floor.