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. I'm just entertaining myself, honestly, I'm shocked that anyone's read it. The quote from Romeo and Juliet is from said book by Shakespeare, but honestly I think that's obvious, I mean hell Leo delivered them so well. Shakespeare is a screenwriter, right?. . . that's a joke
Setting: After Hero. 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 my cannon is not Joss'.
Warning: SLASH Angel/Doyle. Spike/Xander. Don't like, don't read, don't flame.
To my kittens. . . who are destroying my couch.
Section rating: R
Part 18/?
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He pounded on the door. Rage poured through his veins like hot blood. "Just a minute," she called from the other side of the door. She opened the door and smiled widely. "Xander! Hey what can I do for you?" she said with bright eyes. She saw he face and said. "Is something wrong?"
"Don't play coy, Buff, it doesn't go with your complexion."
"Whatever he said, Spike's making it up."
"Spike didn't tell me anything. I saw it." Lied Xander knowing fool-well that it was all true, as Spike hadn't even needed to tell him.
"Oh, it's not what it looked like."
"It's exactly what it looked like," said Xander getting anger.
"So what if it is?" asked Buffy squaring her chin. "What are you gonna do about it? He's not right for you. He's evil, I'm sorry you can't see that but as the stronger of the two of us I made the decision."
Silently he stood for a moment before asking, "Why do you think your stronger than me? You always thought I was the Zeppo, but did you ever think that it might not have been the truth?"
"What?" she asked looking truly confused.
"Where's your mom?"
"Out," she said.
He nodded and punched her squarely in the jaw she fell back from the force. "I wouldn't want Joyce to think less of me, you see, when I beat the shit out of you. I know that she won't believe her when you tell her and I don't have a scratch on me."
"How?"
"I was never as weak as you chose to believe me to be," he said with a sneer as he started to throw random punches at the slayer.
"But?"
"But what?" he asked by this point they were in an all out street fight.
"You were my friend."
"Yes, I was your friend but you were never truly mine. I was always there to be your doughnut boy and the one to bolster the troops but you were never in my corner. You never could be bothered to find out who I was beyond dear, sweet, reliable, pathetic Xander. You cast me in the role so well in fact that I forgot it was a part I played and not who I was." He punched her again in the face and she hit the stairwell and fell back on the stairs. He kicked her hard in the chest, a few ribs cracked loudly. Perusing his work he smiled, his nose and knuckles were bleeding. Buffy had four broken ribs, a broken wrist and nose, a cracked scull, and she was bleeding badly internally. "So, *friend*, stay the fuck away from me and mine or I will have no qualms killing you. You don't have any idea what I'm capable of, so I suggest you give me a wide birth. I love you, Buffy, and I always will even though you have never given a good damn about me. But if you push me, well I can bend for a little but I will snap. So just stay out of my world and don't expect me to call in for tea." He turned and walked out of her house slamming the door behind him. Five minutes later he was crawling back into bed with Spike.
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He knelt down in front of the tub and opened a garbage bag. He poured sopping wet blood covered clothes into the bath. Running sticky fingers through his hair he lit a match and dropped it on the pile. A small inferno raged while the liquid boiled and popped. "What happened?" asked Doyle softly behind him.
"I forgot how much blood rushes out of a human when you slit their throats," he said in a soft whisper. "So much, foul, disgusting blood." Tears fell down his sculpted face. "What have I done?"
"What have you done?" asked Doyle somewhat confused. "Are you ok, baby?"
While his shoulders shook he still managed to nodded and shrug. "I fucking hate this world. Why do we save any of them? Why shouldn't we let them lay in the beds they make? They deserve nothing better."
"Not everyone. You saved someone today."
"He's already lost, the bastard already got him."
"I don't believe that. He's right next-door safe and sound and happy and you just made sure that it could last a little longer."
"I was too fucking late. I should have been her a good 15 years ago to help him."
"You've done nothing wrong, Angelman, you take good care of him, you take good care of everyone."
"Take care of me?" he asked desperately looking at the slighter man. Doyle simply nodded. "Take me to bed and make me forget?"
"I can do that." said Doyle with a smile as he picked his lover up with slightly superhuman strength.
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The vampire licked dry blood from the boy's knuckles. "So beautiful. She hurtin'?"
"What do you think?"
"Didn't I say that you could take the slayer?"
"How are you?" asked Xander softly examining his lover's still very pronounced wounds.
Spike sigh heavily, "Am I a wossy if I say it hurts?" Xander said nothing, simply kissed Spike's shouldered and traced a cut. "Well am I?"
"No, baby," said Xander with a dry chuckle. "She's the woss because she couldn't bear to let things change. You were really brave."
"I really fucking hurt."
"I know, she's a slayer and you didn't fight back. And I know that your pride must be hurt, you let a slayer take a poke."
"And she didn't even think I was evil enough to kill, for Christ's sakes! I'm evil right? I may have been slightly domesticated, but so fucking what?"
"Hush, of course you're evil. If it weren't for my presence you would kill everyone in this godforsaken town. But as it is the strength you show in controlling yourself is scary in and of itself."
"Yeah," he agreed as he cuddled closer to Xander. The statement was slightly undermined as Xander stroked the back of Spike's head and the blond purred gently. "Oh right there, pet." He stretched contentedly in Xan's arms.
"So when was the last time William the Bloody got bruised?"
"You should know, you were there," said Spike with a suggestive leer.
Xander blushed deeply. "Well before that, then."
"I guess when that Bitch dropped that church organ on me."
"Oh, honey, what me to beat her up some more?"
Smirking Spike sat quietly thinking. "But then again I was trying to kill Angel at the time."
"No you weren't, you were acting out and curing Dru. If the bastard hadn't left she wouldn't have gotten hurt or if she had he would have fixed it." Spike's smirk widened. "What?"
"You are the most vampiric human I've ever met."
"I'm taking that as a complement."
"It was meant as one." Spike went quiet again. "I don't know, I guess, in fact, Angelus was the last person to hurt me this badly, after he and Buffy bumped uglies."
"Want me to beat *him* up?"
"It's not him. I don't get off on it half so much when Angel's hurtin' as I do when i's Angelus."
"Yeah, I actually really like Angel against all my better judgment. I tried so hard to hate him, as it turns out I just wanted him to pay me more attention than he did Buffy."
Spike laughed, "Did you see him and Buffy going at it in the corner? You're his *childe*, she's just some bint." He laughed again and shook his head ruefully. "Is it dark yet?"
"Yeah, we should go in a minute, go back to the Ranch as it were."
"God, yes. . . you haven't slept at all," he said with sudden concern.
"Yeah, but I have this great big Spike-shaped pillow to sleep on in the car." A knock came at the door and rolling his eyes Xander called out, "Who is it?"
"It's me, Willow."
"Come on in, Will."
The door swung open and Willow started talking not even looking at the couple. "I cannot believe you! I cannot believe what you did to Buffy. I mean holy god, Xander, what the hell were you?" her words tapered off as she saw Spike. "Oh. Ummm, good god, Spike. Buffy did all that?"
Spike turned away without saying a word. He hated being hurt in front of a human. "What were you saying about Buffy?" asked Xander coldly. From the look on Willow's face he could tell that he hadn't over reacted to Spike's injuries.
"Nothing, just that you licked her real good." She said as she came to sit down on the edge of the bed. "I do love you Xander."
"I know, Willow. I know, that's not the issue anymore."
"I tried to get Buffy to call you but she just said I was pulling gay pride."
"What?" asked a confused coloured Xander.
"Oh," she blushed, "Tara's my girlfriend."
"Oh, that's nice. She seemed. . . nice. We were just planning on rounding up the troops and leaving."
"I see. So you're leaving so soon?"
"Yeah we're going home." He stressed the word slightly as he started packing.
"I guess I'll call you later to see that you get home ok?" she asked timidly.
"Don't put yourself out."
"Why are you being so mean?"
"I'm not being mean, Willow. I don't need a cheerleader. When I did need you, you weren't at my side, you were at Buffy's. I mean, hell, you tried to get her to call? Well what the fuck was stopping you from calling?" She made no move to respond. "Hummm?" he asked and when she again made no move to speak he said, "I better go get everyone up." And with those simple words he left.
She stood gapping, dumb and shocked. "Don't worry, pet," said Spike softly. "He's just hurt, he'll get over it." She again gapped, this time it was directed at Spike. Why did he care if she was hurt, she wondered.
Five minutes later Xander wandered back into the room. Willow was long gone and Spike was still laying in bed. His joints had swollen from bruising and he could barely move. The ceiling seemed to be extraordinarily interesting as Spike was staring intensely at it, but then Xander realized he in fact couldn't bend his neck. "You ok?" asked Spike. Xander couldn't help but laugh at the question. "I'm *fine*, Xander." Said Spike touchily seeing the cause of Xander's amusement. "Come sit next?" Xander nodded and settled down next to his mate. Strong fingers ran through white hair. A soft purr was all the noise in the room. Another, softer, knock came at the door. "It's open, Sire," said Spike softly.
"Hey," said Angel who seemed skittish. He appeared haggard yet wired all at once. "Let's go. I fucking hate this town. Went out for blood, saw Buffy, nice job." He said to Xander as he examined Spike and forced a sachet down the younger vampire's throat. "Liked the broken ankle, it's nice to see that girl on crutches." He said with a soft laugh as he ran his fingers through Xander's hair. "You ok, Xan?"
"Yeah."
"Good. Let's go home," he said with a soft smile as he grasped one of Spike's elbows Xander took the other and they successfully got him out to the car where he lounged with Xander in the back. The pair slept fitfully while Angel and Doyle threw furtive worried looks at the pair.
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. I'm just entertaining myself, honestly, I'm shocked that anyone's read it. The quote from Romeo and Juliet is from said book by Shakespeare, but honestly I think that's obvious, I mean hell Leo delivered them so well. Shakespeare is a screenwriter, right?. . . that's a joke
Setting: After Hero. 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 my cannon is not Joss'.
Warning: SLASH Angel/Doyle. Spike/Xander. Don't like, don't read, don't flame.
To my kittens. . . who are destroying my couch.
Section rating: R
Part 18/?
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He pounded on the door. Rage poured through his veins like hot blood. "Just a minute," she called from the other side of the door. She opened the door and smiled widely. "Xander! Hey what can I do for you?" she said with bright eyes. She saw he face and said. "Is something wrong?"
"Don't play coy, Buff, it doesn't go with your complexion."
"Whatever he said, Spike's making it up."
"Spike didn't tell me anything. I saw it." Lied Xander knowing fool-well that it was all true, as Spike hadn't even needed to tell him.
"Oh, it's not what it looked like."
"It's exactly what it looked like," said Xander getting anger.
"So what if it is?" asked Buffy squaring her chin. "What are you gonna do about it? He's not right for you. He's evil, I'm sorry you can't see that but as the stronger of the two of us I made the decision."
Silently he stood for a moment before asking, "Why do you think your stronger than me? You always thought I was the Zeppo, but did you ever think that it might not have been the truth?"
"What?" she asked looking truly confused.
"Where's your mom?"
"Out," she said.
He nodded and punched her squarely in the jaw she fell back from the force. "I wouldn't want Joyce to think less of me, you see, when I beat the shit out of you. I know that she won't believe her when you tell her and I don't have a scratch on me."
"How?"
"I was never as weak as you chose to believe me to be," he said with a sneer as he started to throw random punches at the slayer.
"But?"
"But what?" he asked by this point they were in an all out street fight.
"You were my friend."
"Yes, I was your friend but you were never truly mine. I was always there to be your doughnut boy and the one to bolster the troops but you were never in my corner. You never could be bothered to find out who I was beyond dear, sweet, reliable, pathetic Xander. You cast me in the role so well in fact that I forgot it was a part I played and not who I was." He punched her again in the face and she hit the stairwell and fell back on the stairs. He kicked her hard in the chest, a few ribs cracked loudly. Perusing his work he smiled, his nose and knuckles were bleeding. Buffy had four broken ribs, a broken wrist and nose, a cracked scull, and she was bleeding badly internally. "So, *friend*, stay the fuck away from me and mine or I will have no qualms killing you. You don't have any idea what I'm capable of, so I suggest you give me a wide birth. I love you, Buffy, and I always will even though you have never given a good damn about me. But if you push me, well I can bend for a little but I will snap. So just stay out of my world and don't expect me to call in for tea." He turned and walked out of her house slamming the door behind him. Five minutes later he was crawling back into bed with Spike.
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He knelt down in front of the tub and opened a garbage bag. He poured sopping wet blood covered clothes into the bath. Running sticky fingers through his hair he lit a match and dropped it on the pile. A small inferno raged while the liquid boiled and popped. "What happened?" asked Doyle softly behind him.
"I forgot how much blood rushes out of a human when you slit their throats," he said in a soft whisper. "So much, foul, disgusting blood." Tears fell down his sculpted face. "What have I done?"
"What have you done?" asked Doyle somewhat confused. "Are you ok, baby?"
While his shoulders shook he still managed to nodded and shrug. "I fucking hate this world. Why do we save any of them? Why shouldn't we let them lay in the beds they make? They deserve nothing better."
"Not everyone. You saved someone today."
"He's already lost, the bastard already got him."
"I don't believe that. He's right next-door safe and sound and happy and you just made sure that it could last a little longer."
"I was too fucking late. I should have been her a good 15 years ago to help him."
"You've done nothing wrong, Angelman, you take good care of him, you take good care of everyone."
"Take care of me?" he asked desperately looking at the slighter man. Doyle simply nodded. "Take me to bed and make me forget?"
"I can do that." said Doyle with a smile as he picked his lover up with slightly superhuman strength.
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The vampire licked dry blood from the boy's knuckles. "So beautiful. She hurtin'?"
"What do you think?"
"Didn't I say that you could take the slayer?"
"How are you?" asked Xander softly examining his lover's still very pronounced wounds.
Spike sigh heavily, "Am I a wossy if I say it hurts?" Xander said nothing, simply kissed Spike's shouldered and traced a cut. "Well am I?"
"No, baby," said Xander with a dry chuckle. "She's the woss because she couldn't bear to let things change. You were really brave."
"I really fucking hurt."
"I know, she's a slayer and you didn't fight back. And I know that your pride must be hurt, you let a slayer take a poke."
"And she didn't even think I was evil enough to kill, for Christ's sakes! I'm evil right? I may have been slightly domesticated, but so fucking what?"
"Hush, of course you're evil. If it weren't for my presence you would kill everyone in this godforsaken town. But as it is the strength you show in controlling yourself is scary in and of itself."
"Yeah," he agreed as he cuddled closer to Xander. The statement was slightly undermined as Xander stroked the back of Spike's head and the blond purred gently. "Oh right there, pet." He stretched contentedly in Xan's arms.
"So when was the last time William the Bloody got bruised?"
"You should know, you were there," said Spike with a suggestive leer.
Xander blushed deeply. "Well before that, then."
"I guess when that Bitch dropped that church organ on me."
"Oh, honey, what me to beat her up some more?"
Smirking Spike sat quietly thinking. "But then again I was trying to kill Angel at the time."
"No you weren't, you were acting out and curing Dru. If the bastard hadn't left she wouldn't have gotten hurt or if she had he would have fixed it." Spike's smirk widened. "What?"
"You are the most vampiric human I've ever met."
"I'm taking that as a complement."
"It was meant as one." Spike went quiet again. "I don't know, I guess, in fact, Angelus was the last person to hurt me this badly, after he and Buffy bumped uglies."
"Want me to beat *him* up?"
"It's not him. I don't get off on it half so much when Angel's hurtin' as I do when i's Angelus."
"Yeah, I actually really like Angel against all my better judgment. I tried so hard to hate him, as it turns out I just wanted him to pay me more attention than he did Buffy."
Spike laughed, "Did you see him and Buffy going at it in the corner? You're his *childe*, she's just some bint." He laughed again and shook his head ruefully. "Is it dark yet?"
"Yeah, we should go in a minute, go back to the Ranch as it were."
"God, yes. . . you haven't slept at all," he said with sudden concern.
"Yeah, but I have this great big Spike-shaped pillow to sleep on in the car." A knock came at the door and rolling his eyes Xander called out, "Who is it?"
"It's me, Willow."
"Come on in, Will."
The door swung open and Willow started talking not even looking at the couple. "I cannot believe you! I cannot believe what you did to Buffy. I mean holy god, Xander, what the hell were you?" her words tapered off as she saw Spike. "Oh. Ummm, good god, Spike. Buffy did all that?"
Spike turned away without saying a word. He hated being hurt in front of a human. "What were you saying about Buffy?" asked Xander coldly. From the look on Willow's face he could tell that he hadn't over reacted to Spike's injuries.
"Nothing, just that you licked her real good." She said as she came to sit down on the edge of the bed. "I do love you Xander."
"I know, Willow. I know, that's not the issue anymore."
"I tried to get Buffy to call you but she just said I was pulling gay pride."
"What?" asked a confused coloured Xander.
"Oh," she blushed, "Tara's my girlfriend."
"Oh, that's nice. She seemed. . . nice. We were just planning on rounding up the troops and leaving."
"I see. So you're leaving so soon?"
"Yeah we're going home." He stressed the word slightly as he started packing.
"I guess I'll call you later to see that you get home ok?" she asked timidly.
"Don't put yourself out."
"Why are you being so mean?"
"I'm not being mean, Willow. I don't need a cheerleader. When I did need you, you weren't at my side, you were at Buffy's. I mean, hell, you tried to get her to call? Well what the fuck was stopping you from calling?" She made no move to respond. "Hummm?" he asked and when she again made no move to speak he said, "I better go get everyone up." And with those simple words he left.
She stood gapping, dumb and shocked. "Don't worry, pet," said Spike softly. "He's just hurt, he'll get over it." She again gapped, this time it was directed at Spike. Why did he care if she was hurt, she wondered.
Five minutes later Xander wandered back into the room. Willow was long gone and Spike was still laying in bed. His joints had swollen from bruising and he could barely move. The ceiling seemed to be extraordinarily interesting as Spike was staring intensely at it, but then Xander realized he in fact couldn't bend his neck. "You ok?" asked Spike. Xander couldn't help but laugh at the question. "I'm *fine*, Xander." Said Spike touchily seeing the cause of Xander's amusement. "Come sit next?" Xander nodded and settled down next to his mate. Strong fingers ran through white hair. A soft purr was all the noise in the room. Another, softer, knock came at the door. "It's open, Sire," said Spike softly.
"Hey," said Angel who seemed skittish. He appeared haggard yet wired all at once. "Let's go. I fucking hate this town. Went out for blood, saw Buffy, nice job." He said to Xander as he examined Spike and forced a sachet down the younger vampire's throat. "Liked the broken ankle, it's nice to see that girl on crutches." He said with a soft laugh as he ran his fingers through Xander's hair. "You ok, Xan?"
"Yeah."
"Good. Let's go home," he said with a soft smile as he grasped one of Spike's elbows Xander took the other and they successfully got him out to the car where he lounged with Xander in the back. The pair slept fitfully while Angel and Doyle threw furtive worried looks at the pair.