Two of A Kind
Chapter 7: Sorry to Interrupt
By: Rogue-Slayer13
Disclaimer: The characters of Btvs and Ats belong to Joss Whedon, not myself. People wonder where I get some of the straight from the show dialogue, and just so everyone knows, anytime I have any, it comes from Buffy-vs-Angel. com.
Summary: See previous chapter
All italics are thoughts, while only partial italics or emphasized.
A/N: I've decided to change this fic up a bit and have it go more along the lines of the show. This could be for the better or it could be for the worse, not really sure yet.
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"Oh dear." Wesley walked into the training room to find Spike sitting on the bench with Faith straddling his lap. "Sorry to interrupt."
"No problem Wes," said Faith as she got off of Spike and chose to stand beside him instead.
"I didn't know you two were . . . involved."
"Nether did we," said Spike as he stood up as well.
"Well, I was just coming to inform you that Angel wants us to meet over at Lorne's place tomorrow evening."
"We'll be there," said Faith.
"Right, well, I'm going to get back to work and leave you two to do . . . whatever it was you were doing." Wesley turned and left the training room.
"So were involved now?" Faith turned to look at Spike.
"I guess. It just sort of slipped out."
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"You gotta be joking. Why on God's green and verdant Earth would I trust you, huh? Or you, me?"
Angel momentarily stopped his pacing to look at Lindsey.
"It's not about us, Lindsey. It's about them. The Senior Partners."
"You can't beat 'em."
"Maybe they're not there to be beat," said Angel as he stopped pacing. "Maybe they're there to be fought. Maybe fighting them is what makes human beings so remarkably strong."
"We're not talkin' about human strength here," said Lindsey as he sat down on the edge of the table. "This isn't about coveting your neighbor's ass, your buddy's job, or the last Mallomar in the box."
"I've heard this all before."
"Well have you tried listening?"
"There's always going to be power, and there's always going to be corruption."
"So again I ask you . . ."
"Cause it's not what I'm expected to do," interrupted Angel. "You're good in a fight and say we come up rolling 7's and this does go our way. Someone's gonna have to step in, and I know you want to do that. I'm a lot more comfortable with you in that position than anyone else."
"The devil you know."
"That'd be you."
"And what if you roll snake eyes?" Lindsey crossed his arms over his chest.
"You'll talk your way out of it. Tell 'em I made my scarey face."
"I was actually talking about you. I mean, you don't care about being squashed like a bug?"
"You haven't heard a word I've said."
"Well, you get a little speechy, all right? I got the Cliff Notes, honor and humanity. Absolute good and all that jazz. So here's the plot twist, I'm in."
"Why?"
"This is gonna be a circus. I mean, win or lose, you're about to pick the nastiest fight since mankind drop-kicked the last demon outta this dimension. And you don't do that without me. If you want me, I'm on your team."
"I want you Lindsey." Lindsey stared at Angel. "I'm thinking about rephrasing that."
"Yeah. I'd be more comfortable if you did."
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"What the hell is he doing here?" asked Gunn as he walked into Lorne's living room to find the green skinned demon, Angel, and Lindsey waiting for him and the others.
"Lindsey's going to give us a hand," said Angel.
"What is this, a game of musical apocalypse?" asked Spike.
"Look, I want to get my hands dirty as much as you do," said Lindsey.
"Yeah, well pick a side and stay on it," replied Spike.
"Boys, why don't we at least pretend to get along?" commented Faith.
"Yes, things are bad enough without our own personal squabbles thrown into the mix," said Wesley.
"We're ending this all tonight," said Angel.
"Great," said Lindsey.
"But I want you guys to do something for me, for yourselves. Take the day off."
"What?" asked Faith.
"If we're planning on assassinating the power elite of the apocalypse tonight, shouldn't we by cowboying up?" asked Gunn.
"We'll be ready."
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"I feel like I should call someone," said Faith as she followed Spike into the bar.
"Like who?"
"I dunno, B maybe. Just seems like someone should know what's going down here."
"You can call 'er if you want." Spike took out his cell phone and handed it to Faith as he sat down at the bar.
"I'll think about it." Faith took the phone and put it in her jacket pocket.
"What do you want to drink?" asked Spike as he gestured for the bartender.
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Faith stood outside the bar and dialed the phone number. It rang four times and then the answering machine picked up.
"Hey, you've reached the Summers-Wells residence. Leave your name, number and a message, and we'll call you back," came Andrew's recorded voice.
"Hey guys, it's me Faith. I just wanted to let you know that I'm here in LA with Spike and Angel and some pretty bad shit's about to hit the fan. I just wanted to give you guys a heads up incase it makes it past us. Later." Faith hung up the phone and went back inside.
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"This may come out a little pretentious, but . . . one of you will betray me," said Angel as Spike raised his hand eagerly. "Wes."
"Oh," said a crestfallen Spike as he lowered his hand and then brightened up again. "Can I deny you three times?"
"Vail is the sorcerer of the bunch. You know that game. You've seen his place. He believes you'd make a play for my spot."
"That's not very flattering," commented Wesley.
"It'll get you in the door. Illyria, Izzerial the Devil and three other members of the Circle dine together almost every night . . ."
"I'll make trophies of their spines," said Illyria.
"Good to have you on the team. Gunn."
"Yo," replied Gunn.
"You get to go after the senator. You already know she's pure hell spawn and surrounds herself with vampires."
"I was hoping it'd be vamps. I haven't dusted nearly enough this year." Gunn turned to Spike. "No offense."
"None taken," replied the vampire.
"Spike . . ."
"Right." Spike stood up. "First off, I'm not wearing any amulets. No bracelets, broaches, beads, pins, or rings."
"Fine. All you need is a rattle."
"Ah, the baby."
"And the Fell Brethren, take Faith with you. I want the kid returned to his mother and the foster family dismembered."
"Done and done," said Faith.
"I'm going after Sebassis, which leaves you two," Angel turned to Lorne and Lindsey. "To go after the Sahrvin."
"The day certainly went by fast," commented Lindsey.
"Tell me about it," said Lorne.
"It would be beneficial if none of you died," said Illyria.
"Right back at ya," replied Faith.
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To Be Continued . . .
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