Title: Pieces of You
Author: Beach Blonde Babe
Summary: Xander needs help, Angel provides it
Pairing: A/X
Rating: R again, for language and ideas.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. I get nothing, except maybe some feedback. Everything belongs to Joss, the lucky bastard...
Distribution (I forgot this in all the other chapters *sheepish grin*) Want. Take. Have. Let me know.
Feedback: Yes! Yes! God yes! Give it to me! Please!
A/N: Okay, this is my first attempt at writing, and this story has not yet been beta read. Pretty much AU canon, if that makes sense. Everything that happened on the show, happened here, only other stuff happened at the same time.
//___// means thoughts, by the by.
Chapter 7
"Jesse!" Xander awoke with a start, calling out the name of his lost love. He was awake now, but Xander's mind kept replaying that horrible moment. He kept seeing, with mounting horror, Jesse explode before his eyes. He saw Jesse's beautiful eyes, twisted by the demon, dry up and disappear.
//What the hell?// Xander looked about, noticing for the first time that he wasn't in his hotel room. He was in *a* hotel room, just not his. He threw the sheet back, and let out a hearty "Ack!" when he realized that his clothes were suddenly missing. He wrapped the sheet around himself, thinking backwards. //Okay. Drove to LA. Check. Checked into the hotel. Check. Called Lindsey, dancing, then . . . oh crap.// Images of Lindsey smiling amiably before beating the shit out of him filled Xander's mind. //Okay, I'm not dead, so either Lindsey had a change of heart and helped me.// Xander snorted mentally. //Or else someone else did.// Xander ran a mental list of everyone in LA who would possibly help him, and then put him up in a fairly swanky hotel. //Hey, wait a sec. Doesn't Angel have a . . . // "Oh crap." He rushed out fo the doors to find his would-be-hero, praying to whatever gods would listen that it wasn't Angel.
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Angel hummed along softly to the radio in the kitchen. Angel stood in front of the gigantic, pro-grade stove in teh hotel's kitchen. A hodgepodge of bowls, food, pots, pans, and spices littered the countertops, and the lone pan Angel was working on currently suddenly burst into flame. Angel gave a cry of surprise and threw the pan into the sink, turning on the water quickly. He shook his head and sighed. "Damn. The third pan..." He looked up towards where he assumed the Powers That Be resided. "What am I doing wrong?"
"Crap." Angel spun at the sound of the new voice, and spotted Xander darting towards the main entrance, clad only in Angel's white satin sheets. He dashed after him, reaching him just before he darted into the sunlight. Xander struggled in Angel's grasp, as Angel tried to calm the panicked boy down.
"Xander, relax! You're here, with me, in my hotel in LA!" Angel spoke in a voice that one would use when speaking to a three-year-old.
"And that's supposed to make me relax why, now?" Xander pushed against Angel's chest. Angel just wrapped his arms tighter around him. He stopped, feeling slightly fluttery. Angel, despite the whole "dead/undead" thing, felt...safe. Solid, warm even, despite his cold skin. Xander was suddenly filled with disgust for himself. //Come on, Xan. This is Deadboy, for Christ's sake.//
"Are you done?" Angel's voice, from above him, rumbled through the chest Xander was pressed up against. He resigned himself, sighed, and nodded. Angel stepped back slightly but didn't let go of Xander's wrists. Xander sighed and rolled his eyes.
"I won't bolt, Deadboy." Angel winced at the harsh use of that old, spiteful nickname, and Xander was sorry he had used it, but he tried not to show it. "Naked, remembe? Speaking of, what gives?" Giving Xander's still captive wrists a tug, Angel led Xander to the informal dining room.
"Eat first, questions later." He brough Xander into the kitchen, and motioned him over to the small table AI used as their informal dining area. Xander sat, eye twitching, as pain ran up his side. Angel grabbed his hand and placed his other at the small of Xander's back, helping him into his seat.
"Thanks." Xander looked around, taking in the hotel for the first time. "Nice place." The vampire never looked up from the stove he was using.
"Thanks." He cracked open an egg, sliding into the pan in front of him. "You in pain?"
Xander was taken aback by the bluntness of the question. The vampire was never this Anya-like. "Ummm.... A little." he admitted. Angel left his post and popped open a little bottle that was sitting on the counter. He removed two blue pills, poured a glass of water, and set everything in front of Xander, returning quickly to the egg. He didn't look at Xander once. Xander eyed the pills, though about it, and downed them. He murmured his thanks to Angel, who simply slid the eggs onto a plate, grabbed a fork, and plopped down next to Xander. Stabbing the egg with the fork, he held some up for Xander to eat. "You know, Angel," Xander began cattily, "I picked up this nifty little skill when I was, like, four. It's called, 'Feeding Myself.' Wanna see?" Angel merely stared at him and held the fork at Xander's mouth level. Xander stared back, not wanting to back down. Finally, after a few minutes of macho staring, Xander backed down, sighing and opening his mouth. Angel fed him.
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Okay, that's it for now. Suffering from major writer's block, so I don't know when I'm going to update. I'll try to make it snappy!
Author: Beach Blonde Babe
Summary: Xander needs help, Angel provides it
Pairing: A/X
Rating: R again, for language and ideas.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. I get nothing, except maybe some feedback. Everything belongs to Joss, the lucky bastard...
Distribution (I forgot this in all the other chapters *sheepish grin*) Want. Take. Have. Let me know.
Feedback: Yes! Yes! God yes! Give it to me! Please!
A/N: Okay, this is my first attempt at writing, and this story has not yet been beta read. Pretty much AU canon, if that makes sense. Everything that happened on the show, happened here, only other stuff happened at the same time.
//___// means thoughts, by the by.
Chapter 7
"Jesse!" Xander awoke with a start, calling out the name of his lost love. He was awake now, but Xander's mind kept replaying that horrible moment. He kept seeing, with mounting horror, Jesse explode before his eyes. He saw Jesse's beautiful eyes, twisted by the demon, dry up and disappear.
//What the hell?// Xander looked about, noticing for the first time that he wasn't in his hotel room. He was in *a* hotel room, just not his. He threw the sheet back, and let out a hearty "Ack!" when he realized that his clothes were suddenly missing. He wrapped the sheet around himself, thinking backwards. //Okay. Drove to LA. Check. Checked into the hotel. Check. Called Lindsey, dancing, then . . . oh crap.// Images of Lindsey smiling amiably before beating the shit out of him filled Xander's mind. //Okay, I'm not dead, so either Lindsey had a change of heart and helped me.// Xander snorted mentally. //Or else someone else did.// Xander ran a mental list of everyone in LA who would possibly help him, and then put him up in a fairly swanky hotel. //Hey, wait a sec. Doesn't Angel have a . . . // "Oh crap." He rushed out fo the doors to find his would-be-hero, praying to whatever gods would listen that it wasn't Angel.
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Angel hummed along softly to the radio in the kitchen. Angel stood in front of the gigantic, pro-grade stove in teh hotel's kitchen. A hodgepodge of bowls, food, pots, pans, and spices littered the countertops, and the lone pan Angel was working on currently suddenly burst into flame. Angel gave a cry of surprise and threw the pan into the sink, turning on the water quickly. He shook his head and sighed. "Damn. The third pan..." He looked up towards where he assumed the Powers That Be resided. "What am I doing wrong?"
"Crap." Angel spun at the sound of the new voice, and spotted Xander darting towards the main entrance, clad only in Angel's white satin sheets. He dashed after him, reaching him just before he darted into the sunlight. Xander struggled in Angel's grasp, as Angel tried to calm the panicked boy down.
"Xander, relax! You're here, with me, in my hotel in LA!" Angel spoke in a voice that one would use when speaking to a three-year-old.
"And that's supposed to make me relax why, now?" Xander pushed against Angel's chest. Angel just wrapped his arms tighter around him. He stopped, feeling slightly fluttery. Angel, despite the whole "dead/undead" thing, felt...safe. Solid, warm even, despite his cold skin. Xander was suddenly filled with disgust for himself. //Come on, Xan. This is Deadboy, for Christ's sake.//
"Are you done?" Angel's voice, from above him, rumbled through the chest Xander was pressed up against. He resigned himself, sighed, and nodded. Angel stepped back slightly but didn't let go of Xander's wrists. Xander sighed and rolled his eyes.
"I won't bolt, Deadboy." Angel winced at the harsh use of that old, spiteful nickname, and Xander was sorry he had used it, but he tried not to show it. "Naked, remembe? Speaking of, what gives?" Giving Xander's still captive wrists a tug, Angel led Xander to the informal dining room.
"Eat first, questions later." He brough Xander into the kitchen, and motioned him over to the small table AI used as their informal dining area. Xander sat, eye twitching, as pain ran up his side. Angel grabbed his hand and placed his other at the small of Xander's back, helping him into his seat.
"Thanks." Xander looked around, taking in the hotel for the first time. "Nice place." The vampire never looked up from the stove he was using.
"Thanks." He cracked open an egg, sliding into the pan in front of him. "You in pain?"
Xander was taken aback by the bluntness of the question. The vampire was never this Anya-like. "Ummm.... A little." he admitted. Angel left his post and popped open a little bottle that was sitting on the counter. He removed two blue pills, poured a glass of water, and set everything in front of Xander, returning quickly to the egg. He didn't look at Xander once. Xander eyed the pills, though about it, and downed them. He murmured his thanks to Angel, who simply slid the eggs onto a plate, grabbed a fork, and plopped down next to Xander. Stabbing the egg with the fork, he held some up for Xander to eat. "You know, Angel," Xander began cattily, "I picked up this nifty little skill when I was, like, four. It's called, 'Feeding Myself.' Wanna see?" Angel merely stared at him and held the fork at Xander's mouth level. Xander stared back, not wanting to back down. Finally, after a few minutes of macho staring, Xander backed down, sighing and opening his mouth. Angel fed him.
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Okay, that's it for now. Suffering from major writer's block, so I don't know when I'm going to update. I'll try to make it snappy!