Title: That Damn Happiness Clause
Writer: Azure K Mello
Disclaimer- I don't own the shoes I'm currently dancing in what's the likelihood I own anything in Joss' universe? I own the original novels. . . I bought them in Borders, and I own the DVDs. I don't however make money off of this I just seem to spend a lot on it. I in no way intend to infringe copyrights. Nor do I own Carry. I'm just entertaining myself, honestly, I'm shocked that anyone's read it.
Setting: Hero, some conversation is mangled out of said ep. Spike says the sock puppet of love's line out of "The Prom". Oh and a misused quote from Rm w\ a Vu. Keep in mind that I am a strong believer in the fact that one little thing can change the course of history, hence cannon gets meddled with because life took a different path. Also The Halloween Ep. of season four Buffy is mentioned, my cannon is not Joss'.
Warning: SLASH Angel/Doyle. Spike/Xander. Don't like, don't read, don't flame. V. little happens in this chapter it's all build up.
Thanks to: Poison for being the fastest Beta I've ever had! And Isaly for getting out of my hair so I would have some time to write, of course she so busy screaming about the "fecking Prot's" that she doesn't notice.
Section rating: R
Part 13/? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"You ok?" asked Angel as he held the smaller man.
"I tink, 'm gonna be sick."
Angel smiled sadly, if the boy could talk he wasn't too bad off.
"Anyanka and the Scourge. Oh god, Angel, there's so much fear." He leaned over and vomited. It landed squarely on the toe of Angel's shoe. "Sorry."
"Don't worry about it. Let's get you home and we can work this out. Ok?" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Doyle had a vision: we're needed." Said Xander as he put the phone down. And looked down at himself. "Spike, please tell me you bought pants."
"Of course, pet. Did you throw all of your pants out?"
"I have no emotional ties to pants."
"Good lad." He said throwing a pair at the boy.
Xander paled. "Cordelia!! How could you let him buy these?"
"I picked them." She said looking pleased.
"Out, Cor. Xander needs some privacy." He said practically slamming the door in the girl's face. He slinked over to Xander like an over sized cat stalking its prey. "Please, Xander, for me?"
"I can't wear these, Spike." Said Xander holding the black leather pants. "It'll lead to major mockage." He said with a childish pout.
"Please! Wake up and smell the hottie that is you!" called Cordelia through the door."
"Cordelia!" shouted two indignant voices.
"Please, pet. You need to break them in anyway." Said Spike biting into his lip and causing a small drop of blood to appear. Xander was in no state to argue.
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"Nice pants." Said Angel handing Xander a cup of coffee.
"Sire, kindly stop eyeing up my lover's ass. . . that goes for you too, Doyle."
"Xander?" asked Doyle, trying to break the conversation before it got started, as they sat around the table trying to come up with a plan. "How long were ye and Anya together?"
"Who's this Anya? Is she prettier than me?" said Spike in a high- pitched, girly voice.
"We went to Prom." Said Xander touching Spike's arm softly for, what the others perceived as sarcasm, he knew was jealousy.
"There was more than tha'? You must know somethin' about 'er?"
"There was a very, very brief affairette. A Week, maybe less. We were kinda together on a very, very superficial level and then she got her powers back at a Halloween party and went kinda Carry and I came here."
"Wait." Said Angel with a sudden look of interest. "She didn't kill you?"
"No, she always had a crush on the Xan-man." Said Cordy looking up the Scourge.
"Why didn't I know about this?" said Spike looking all hurt.
"I don't know: maybe you were too busy elsewhere, being with Harmony elsewhere."
"Oh God. Don't remind me."
"Harmony Kendall? My Harmony?"
"Yes, that Harmony." Said Spike with a pained sigh.
"Who is this?" asked Doyle to the group they ignored him.
"Why was she with you?" asked Cordelia sounding disgust.
"I think- uh- I think she is one of Cordelia's group. People called them the Cordettes. A bunch of girls from wealthy families. They ruled the high school. Decided what was in, who was popular. It was like the soviet secret police if they cared a lot about shoes." Said Angel to Doyle softly.
"She got turned at graduation. I met her while I was back in Sunnydale."
"Ok. Granted. Better question." Said Cordy pointing an accusatory finger at him. "Why were *you* with an airhead like Harm?"
Spike shrugged. "Any port in a storm?" he offered.
"So," said Doyle feeling much like he did when teaching third grade and fighting to stay on topic. "So Anya still feels her heart beat irregularly when she thinks of our young friend, or rather. . . well does she have a heart beat?"
"I don't know. I don't think that's the point though." Said Xander shaking his head as if to clear it. "So what you guys want is for me to do the whole: please, Ahn, don't do this, bit and for her to go : well ok.? I don't think it'll work."
"It's worth a try." Offered Doyle. "We need to find them. They're hiding."
"I know the place." Said Spike with an odd certainty in his words.
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"Pretty low rent, even by demon standards." Looking around the dump on an apartment.
"You said they were hiding. It's a good place for it." Said Spike he inhaled deeply. "Smell that, Sire? I haven't smelt something that good in ages."
"Lasagna?" asked Xander.
"Not food. Fear." Said Angel as he kicked the rug aside to reveal a trap door. He pulled it open and shone a flashlight down towards a group of up turned faces. "Don't be afraid. It's okay. We're here to help."
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"We were trying to leave." Said a tall demon man, David, who seemed to be in charge. "We gave all out money to a man who promised to get us passports and safe passage on a ship. We didn't know. It was stupid of us. He disappeared with our money and the ship never came."
Angel nodded. "That must be very hard. I can see how it would happen." He inclined his head to the kids and Xander got the message.
"Hey guys! Let's go play charades while the adults talk." He said lead the eight children into the next room. A girl about sixteen followed.
"The Scourge are. . ."
"Death." Said Doyle softly.
"But we know a girl who is on the inside. And a captain on one of the ships owes me money. So we can get you out of here."
"Angel? A word?" asked Spike softly as he nodded courteously to David. He pulled Angel aside and in a vampiric whisper said. "The Scourge? You let Xander and Doyle come along while we're fighting an army of pureblooded demons? Excuse my insubordination, Sire: but how fucking dare you risk their lives? What in bloody hell were you thinking? Were you thinking? Let me illuminate it up for you: they have a big hate-on for us mixed heritage types. Very into pedigree. They hunt us down like animals. Ok fine, that happens to us everyday. We're vampires. But what about Xander? A human even dirtier than we are. You've put my boy in danger. And no one has ever won against them."
"No one fights back?"
"I didn't say that. Sure they do. They fight back all the time. You can kill them, but these guys believe in what they're doing. They're ready to die for the cause."
"Hard to fight fanatics."
"More like impossible. And you've put the whelp and the half-breed right in the thick of things."
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"I like you pants." Said the girl as she sat down next to Xander. "They're shiny."
"My friend bought them for me. Do you really like them or were you making fun of me?"
The girl laughed. "I'm Annie."
"I like the way you avoided that, very smart. I'm Xander." He said and they smiled at each other.
Doyle popped his head around the corner. "Got a mobile on ye, man? Gotta call Cordelia an' tell 'er to book these people a boat."
Ten minutes later Cody was walking into the building ready to give Doyle the run down on the ship. It was then that she saw David. She gasped and reached for her pepper spray holding an aerosol bottle in front of her. Then she read the label. "While this may look like a - popular brand of breath freshener, it really a cunningly disguised demon repellent!" She sprayed the air in front of her.
"Wintergreen?" asked David
Doyle heard her voice and had entered just in time to witness the scene "Cordy, it's okay. We're here to help them."
"Oh. Oh, hi!" she said suddenly smiling at David. She turned quickly to Doyle. "Where's Angel?"
Doyle smiled trying to calm the girl. "He's trying to secure documents to get them out of the country. Did you get the truck?"
"Yes! It's out front. Hey, Doyle, you did notice that these folks are demons."
"Yeah, I know that. That doesn't make them bad people."
"Excuse us a sec?" she said to David she grabbed Doyle and pulled him around a corner. "Mission statement check: aren't we supposed to be battling the forces of darkness?"
"They're not forces of darkness. They're half-human, and they're in trouble. Not all demons are bad you know."
"I mean, hell." Said a young boy who came around the corner. "Your friends are demons."
Doyle paled as Cordy said. "Oh Angel and Spike are different."
"Well what about him?" asked the boy nodding to Doyle. "Do you think he's evil?" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Angel grabbed Spike's arm before they walked into the office. "Don't speak until told to, got that, *childe*?"
"If you really wanna scare this guy why not have your crazy offspring completely out of control?"
"Because we need him scared but competent. If he's wetting himself with fear the scumbag is of little use to us."
Spike nodded. "Fine, but he's a snack later."
Angel said nothing but nodded. "How does Xander?"
"He doesn't mind, we don't talk about it. He knows I don't kill."
For a second time Angel nodded. "He's rather vampiric in some ways."
With a wily smile Spike said. "I tell that to him all the time."
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"I could get into a hell of a lot over trouble over this." Said the harbor master once Angel had outlined his *proposition*.
"Not as much as if you don't." said Angel looking at his nails.
"Big Randy is my brother. I look the other way once in a while on some of *his* shipments. It's because he's family. It's not because of the money."
"Family is important. This is my son, William." Said Angel pointing to the angry and intimidating vampire.
"You're not going to pay, are you?"
"I'm not going to pay." Confirmed Angel.
"So this is just extortion."
"Big Randy told you about me, right? You know what I am."
"He said you bit him?"
"No, I never bit him." Said Angel with a frightening, manically friendly laugh.
"So you don't..."
"I wasn't hungry. Will on the other hand is always hungry."
Swallowing the man asked, "So, what do you want the documents to say?"
"Certify that the ship is carrying an inspected cargo of medical waste. No one looks inside that ship or stops it from leaving harbor. - If they do, - I'm going to feel that it's your fault. Then look for me to get a little bit puckish and for Will to get ravenous."
For a moment the man froze and then quickly came to terms with the situation and wrote the documents as quickly as possible. "Have a nice trip." He said handing them to Angel.
Angel nodded to Spike who lunged at the man after only eight gulps he let the man slide out of his grip and sown to the floor. "Will." Said Angel softly and then to the man said. "Fuck with us, tell anyone, and Will wont stop his hunger from running the show."
Writer: Azure K Mello
Disclaimer- I don't own the shoes I'm currently dancing in what's the likelihood I own anything in Joss' universe? I own the original novels. . . I bought them in Borders, and I own the DVDs. I don't however make money off of this I just seem to spend a lot on it. I in no way intend to infringe copyrights. Nor do I own Carry. I'm just entertaining myself, honestly, I'm shocked that anyone's read it.
Setting: Hero, some conversation is mangled out of said ep. Spike says the sock puppet of love's line out of "The Prom". Oh and a misused quote from Rm w\ a Vu. Keep in mind that I am a strong believer in the fact that one little thing can change the course of history, hence cannon gets meddled with because life took a different path. Also The Halloween Ep. of season four Buffy is mentioned, my cannon is not Joss'.
Warning: SLASH Angel/Doyle. Spike/Xander. Don't like, don't read, don't flame. V. little happens in this chapter it's all build up.
Thanks to: Poison for being the fastest Beta I've ever had! And Isaly for getting out of my hair so I would have some time to write, of course she so busy screaming about the "fecking Prot's" that she doesn't notice.
Section rating: R
Part 13/? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"You ok?" asked Angel as he held the smaller man.
"I tink, 'm gonna be sick."
Angel smiled sadly, if the boy could talk he wasn't too bad off.
"Anyanka and the Scourge. Oh god, Angel, there's so much fear." He leaned over and vomited. It landed squarely on the toe of Angel's shoe. "Sorry."
"Don't worry about it. Let's get you home and we can work this out. Ok?" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Doyle had a vision: we're needed." Said Xander as he put the phone down. And looked down at himself. "Spike, please tell me you bought pants."
"Of course, pet. Did you throw all of your pants out?"
"I have no emotional ties to pants."
"Good lad." He said throwing a pair at the boy.
Xander paled. "Cordelia!! How could you let him buy these?"
"I picked them." She said looking pleased.
"Out, Cor. Xander needs some privacy." He said practically slamming the door in the girl's face. He slinked over to Xander like an over sized cat stalking its prey. "Please, Xander, for me?"
"I can't wear these, Spike." Said Xander holding the black leather pants. "It'll lead to major mockage." He said with a childish pout.
"Please! Wake up and smell the hottie that is you!" called Cordelia through the door."
"Cordelia!" shouted two indignant voices.
"Please, pet. You need to break them in anyway." Said Spike biting into his lip and causing a small drop of blood to appear. Xander was in no state to argue.
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"Nice pants." Said Angel handing Xander a cup of coffee.
"Sire, kindly stop eyeing up my lover's ass. . . that goes for you too, Doyle."
"Xander?" asked Doyle, trying to break the conversation before it got started, as they sat around the table trying to come up with a plan. "How long were ye and Anya together?"
"Who's this Anya? Is she prettier than me?" said Spike in a high- pitched, girly voice.
"We went to Prom." Said Xander touching Spike's arm softly for, what the others perceived as sarcasm, he knew was jealousy.
"There was more than tha'? You must know somethin' about 'er?"
"There was a very, very brief affairette. A Week, maybe less. We were kinda together on a very, very superficial level and then she got her powers back at a Halloween party and went kinda Carry and I came here."
"Wait." Said Angel with a sudden look of interest. "She didn't kill you?"
"No, she always had a crush on the Xan-man." Said Cordy looking up the Scourge.
"Why didn't I know about this?" said Spike looking all hurt.
"I don't know: maybe you were too busy elsewhere, being with Harmony elsewhere."
"Oh God. Don't remind me."
"Harmony Kendall? My Harmony?"
"Yes, that Harmony." Said Spike with a pained sigh.
"Who is this?" asked Doyle to the group they ignored him.
"Why was she with you?" asked Cordelia sounding disgust.
"I think- uh- I think she is one of Cordelia's group. People called them the Cordettes. A bunch of girls from wealthy families. They ruled the high school. Decided what was in, who was popular. It was like the soviet secret police if they cared a lot about shoes." Said Angel to Doyle softly.
"She got turned at graduation. I met her while I was back in Sunnydale."
"Ok. Granted. Better question." Said Cordy pointing an accusatory finger at him. "Why were *you* with an airhead like Harm?"
Spike shrugged. "Any port in a storm?" he offered.
"So," said Doyle feeling much like he did when teaching third grade and fighting to stay on topic. "So Anya still feels her heart beat irregularly when she thinks of our young friend, or rather. . . well does she have a heart beat?"
"I don't know. I don't think that's the point though." Said Xander shaking his head as if to clear it. "So what you guys want is for me to do the whole: please, Ahn, don't do this, bit and for her to go : well ok.? I don't think it'll work."
"It's worth a try." Offered Doyle. "We need to find them. They're hiding."
"I know the place." Said Spike with an odd certainty in his words.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Pretty low rent, even by demon standards." Looking around the dump on an apartment.
"You said they were hiding. It's a good place for it." Said Spike he inhaled deeply. "Smell that, Sire? I haven't smelt something that good in ages."
"Lasagna?" asked Xander.
"Not food. Fear." Said Angel as he kicked the rug aside to reveal a trap door. He pulled it open and shone a flashlight down towards a group of up turned faces. "Don't be afraid. It's okay. We're here to help."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"We were trying to leave." Said a tall demon man, David, who seemed to be in charge. "We gave all out money to a man who promised to get us passports and safe passage on a ship. We didn't know. It was stupid of us. He disappeared with our money and the ship never came."
Angel nodded. "That must be very hard. I can see how it would happen." He inclined his head to the kids and Xander got the message.
"Hey guys! Let's go play charades while the adults talk." He said lead the eight children into the next room. A girl about sixteen followed.
"The Scourge are. . ."
"Death." Said Doyle softly.
"But we know a girl who is on the inside. And a captain on one of the ships owes me money. So we can get you out of here."
"Angel? A word?" asked Spike softly as he nodded courteously to David. He pulled Angel aside and in a vampiric whisper said. "The Scourge? You let Xander and Doyle come along while we're fighting an army of pureblooded demons? Excuse my insubordination, Sire: but how fucking dare you risk their lives? What in bloody hell were you thinking? Were you thinking? Let me illuminate it up for you: they have a big hate-on for us mixed heritage types. Very into pedigree. They hunt us down like animals. Ok fine, that happens to us everyday. We're vampires. But what about Xander? A human even dirtier than we are. You've put my boy in danger. And no one has ever won against them."
"No one fights back?"
"I didn't say that. Sure they do. They fight back all the time. You can kill them, but these guys believe in what they're doing. They're ready to die for the cause."
"Hard to fight fanatics."
"More like impossible. And you've put the whelp and the half-breed right in the thick of things."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"I like you pants." Said the girl as she sat down next to Xander. "They're shiny."
"My friend bought them for me. Do you really like them or were you making fun of me?"
The girl laughed. "I'm Annie."
"I like the way you avoided that, very smart. I'm Xander." He said and they smiled at each other.
Doyle popped his head around the corner. "Got a mobile on ye, man? Gotta call Cordelia an' tell 'er to book these people a boat."
Ten minutes later Cody was walking into the building ready to give Doyle the run down on the ship. It was then that she saw David. She gasped and reached for her pepper spray holding an aerosol bottle in front of her. Then she read the label. "While this may look like a - popular brand of breath freshener, it really a cunningly disguised demon repellent!" She sprayed the air in front of her.
"Wintergreen?" asked David
Doyle heard her voice and had entered just in time to witness the scene "Cordy, it's okay. We're here to help them."
"Oh. Oh, hi!" she said suddenly smiling at David. She turned quickly to Doyle. "Where's Angel?"
Doyle smiled trying to calm the girl. "He's trying to secure documents to get them out of the country. Did you get the truck?"
"Yes! It's out front. Hey, Doyle, you did notice that these folks are demons."
"Yeah, I know that. That doesn't make them bad people."
"Excuse us a sec?" she said to David she grabbed Doyle and pulled him around a corner. "Mission statement check: aren't we supposed to be battling the forces of darkness?"
"They're not forces of darkness. They're half-human, and they're in trouble. Not all demons are bad you know."
"I mean, hell." Said a young boy who came around the corner. "Your friends are demons."
Doyle paled as Cordy said. "Oh Angel and Spike are different."
"Well what about him?" asked the boy nodding to Doyle. "Do you think he's evil?" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Angel grabbed Spike's arm before they walked into the office. "Don't speak until told to, got that, *childe*?"
"If you really wanna scare this guy why not have your crazy offspring completely out of control?"
"Because we need him scared but competent. If he's wetting himself with fear the scumbag is of little use to us."
Spike nodded. "Fine, but he's a snack later."
Angel said nothing but nodded. "How does Xander?"
"He doesn't mind, we don't talk about it. He knows I don't kill."
For a second time Angel nodded. "He's rather vampiric in some ways."
With a wily smile Spike said. "I tell that to him all the time."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"I could get into a hell of a lot over trouble over this." Said the harbor master once Angel had outlined his *proposition*.
"Not as much as if you don't." said Angel looking at his nails.
"Big Randy is my brother. I look the other way once in a while on some of *his* shipments. It's because he's family. It's not because of the money."
"Family is important. This is my son, William." Said Angel pointing to the angry and intimidating vampire.
"You're not going to pay, are you?"
"I'm not going to pay." Confirmed Angel.
"So this is just extortion."
"Big Randy told you about me, right? You know what I am."
"He said you bit him?"
"No, I never bit him." Said Angel with a frightening, manically friendly laugh.
"So you don't..."
"I wasn't hungry. Will on the other hand is always hungry."
Swallowing the man asked, "So, what do you want the documents to say?"
"Certify that the ship is carrying an inspected cargo of medical waste. No one looks inside that ship or stops it from leaving harbor. - If they do, - I'm going to feel that it's your fault. Then look for me to get a little bit puckish and for Will to get ravenous."
For a moment the man froze and then quickly came to terms with the situation and wrote the documents as quickly as possible. "Have a nice trip." He said handing them to Angel.
Angel nodded to Spike who lunged at the man after only eight gulps he let the man slide out of his grip and sown to the floor. "Will." Said Angel softly and then to the man said. "Fuck with us, tell anyone, and Will wont stop his hunger from running the show."