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.
Setting: Parting Gifts! A new episode yea! 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.
Section rating: R
Part 20/?
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As they packed the phone rang, "Please don't answer it," Xander begged Spike. "I want to get out of here as soon as possible." Spike nodded as he folded a shirt: he was folding clothes, dear god, he really had been domesticated.
The answering machine kicked in and they stood waiting for the message, "We're in Canada," said Spike's slightly distorted voice, "If this is really important call Angel he may give you the cell phone number. . . but he's in a bad mood so he'll probably tell you to feck off."
The noise of Xander pulling Spike away heralded the end of the message, "And here's the beep," the boy said brightly just before the beep.
"Xander? It's Willow. . . This is really important so pick up. I already tried to get your number from Angel but he told me that you where in Canada and that I could feck off. Look if your there pick up. . . Xander, this is really important. Fine: don't pick up see if I care. Sit down because I need to give you some bad news. They found your dad in a back ally apparently he went out during the reception at your house and everyone had just thought he had turned in for the night. But I guess he went for a walk. The cops think he was mugged. He's dead, Xander. Someone cut his neck. I'm really sorry, Xand." BEEP.
Spike caught the boy just as he fell. "Oh, god, oh god!" He wept into Spike shoulder, "I, I, I."
"Xander, breath." Spike was gentle but commanding as he steered his lover onto their bed. He ran cool hands over the boy's hot face. He hated to see the boy so upset, he was confused to see the boy so upset.
"I can't believe." Xander was muttering, "I can't believe Angel killed him!"
Spike was shocked as to how quickly the boy had figured it all out. "Xander," he said slowly, "why do you think Angel did this?"
"Oh, please! He was missing for a large amount of time during the party, then he came to get us and I never said goodbye to Dad. He killed him!"
"Xand, calm down."
"Spike, hand me the phone."
"Sweetheart?"
"Hand me the phone." His tone was so cold it scared Spike. "I want a word with our sire."
Xander dialed the number, hitting the keys like they were his worst enemy. "Angel?"
"Xander?" asked a rather pathetic voice at the other end of the phone, "I need help."
"You killed my father!"
"I. . . really did," came the sad reply, Angel sounded peculiar and haggard. "If you want to yell and hate me you can, I won't apologize but feel free to rage. Ok? But, Xander, I really need you right now. So can you please not hate me for five minutes? Or at least make it a tolerant hate?"
"And why should I do that?"
"Doyle's been kidnapped, Cordelia's freaking out because she didn't get a role, and Wesley is here being a rogue demon hunter."
"Wesley the watcher dog? Wait, what's a rogue demon?"
"Yes, that Wesley. Look, I'm sorry for not telling you about your father, but could you help me right now? If not for me than for Doyle? Please?"
"We'll be there in five minutes." Xander hung up the phone mutely and turned to Spike.
"You didn't yell," Spike stated sounding mystified.
"He was too close to tears to yell."
"What happened?"
"A guy from the Watchers' Council is playing super hero on Angel's last nerve, Cordelia failed an audition, and oh yeah- Triple M's been demon-napped."
"Oh," said Spike sounding sad, "Cor didn't get that commercial she really wanted it!"
"Focus, honey."
"Ok, so we going over there or what?"
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"So the guy said he was running from Wes, but Wes was hunting the guy that was running from the first guy that was really hunting him?" Xander asked Cordelia trying to clarify the situation.
Angel wrinkled his forehead, "Right. . . I think."
"I wasn't asking you, Angel." Said Xander looking anywhere but at his sire who was driving the Cadillac to the hotel where Doyle was being held captive. "So he was abducted to be sold in an auction?"
"Yes," Wesley answered, "It's a auction of magic: they wanted the abilities of a seer."
"So they'll sell him as a slave?" asked Cordelia who looked genuinely worried for her friend now that she had gotten over her failed commercial audition.
"No, pet, they'll cut his eyes out," Spike said gently as though speaking to a child. "What I don't get is why you trusted a guy called Barney in the first place," He asked the back of his sire's head, "I mean doesn't that sort of reek of evil?" He watched Xander's shrinking posture as though trying to seep into the seat. Pulling the boy close he kissed the back of his head. Wesley saw the action and gave him an odd look, he had been uneasy with the fact that William the bloody had walked into Angel Investigations with the mortal in the first place. Out of the corner of his eye Spike saw the glance Wesley gave him and morphed out. The ex-watcher gave a *very* manly shriek.
Hitting him in the arm Cordy said, "Be nice, Spike, Wes is the one who figured out what the situation with the auction was in the first place." Spike rolled his eyes and just as he opened his mouth to reply Cordy cut him, "I'm evil." Her voice was a rather good imitation of the blonde's. "Get a better excuse, William, that one is so old."
Spike sulked but brightened when he saw that Cordy's words had cheered Xander slightly. The threesome was crammed into the back of Angel's car while the watch dog was sitting shot gun. Xander and Cordelia were nudging each other with their elbows. Spike's husband was such a child. "Angel, I hate to sound non-sympathetic to your cause. No one wants Doyle safe more than I," Wesley snorted Spike ignored the man and continued on, "we'll save him: we've never lost anyone yet. But I would like to point out that Xander and I are supposed to be at the airport in two hours."
"I know, childe," Angel said softly sending an understanding smile over his shoulder. "We'll get Doyle lickity-split, and I'll drop everyone off and take you and Xand home." Spike gave him an imploring look and Angel read it instantly and shook his head: don't tell the boy you knew I was killing his father: it will do nothing but make you feel better. "We all need someone to trust sometimes, even if they have to hide something from us to ensure that we trust them." The words seemed hollow when stated aloud but Spike nodded. Xander let out a sarcastic sigh reading a completely different message. Cordelia and Wesley looked confused but Angel didn't really care; this moment was between only him and his childer. "I had to make a judgment call. I'm the adult here so I made the decision. I'm sorry that you're unhappy with it but if we had to go back I would do it all exactly the same." The minute the words were out of his mouth he knew he had made a mistake. The boy ashened and Spike's eyes widened a fraction, which was as much of a reaction as he could expect around the humans.
"If you had to go through the day again *knowing* how upset I would be you would still kill my father?" asked Xander disbelievingly, "Thanks a fucking lot, sire. It's nice how you can simply disregard anything anyone else feels by playing the sire card." He took the dark vampire's lead and was ignoring everyone else in the car. "God, and I so enjoyed having a sire. It was so fucking warm to have someone in a paternal capacity giving an actual damn about me. But really this was just another of your possession fantasies. You're not my sire: you didn't turn me and you don't have that power over me. If you really want that much control in my life and expect me to accept it laying down, then you will have to turn me first. And Christ: you made a decision? What was it: Xander's dad is mean therefore he deserves to die. If that's your process to making judgment calls please remind me to take your keys off you every time we go for a drink. I can't decide if you're a thoughtless asshole or a manipulative bastard."
"What?" asked three voices as one. Spike shook his head after asking the question and just pulled the boy closer.
"What's going on here?" asked the ex-watcher pushing his glasses up his nose trying to take control of the situation. From what Xander said it seemed that Xander was somehow bound to the dark vampire. Would he need to step in on the boy's behalf.
"Shut-up, Wesley," said four voices together.
"You killed his father?" Cordy asked sounding like a frightened child.
"Xan-pet," Spike said softly trying to soothe the boy but Xander cut him off.
"Are you about to side with him? Typical, fucking typical."
"No, Xand, always on your side." Spike said the words softly clearly hurt by Xander's cutting tone. "Only ever on your side. But I'm sure Angel did whatever he did out of the goodness of that stupid confused heart of his." He shot his sire a look and the man nodded: yes it's fine to insult me to comfort him.
Sighing heavily Angel looked out over the road as he drove. Tonight was going to be awfully long and his love wasn't at his side to make it any shorter.
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.
Setting: Parting Gifts! A new episode yea! 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.
Section rating: R
Part 20/?
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As they packed the phone rang, "Please don't answer it," Xander begged Spike. "I want to get out of here as soon as possible." Spike nodded as he folded a shirt: he was folding clothes, dear god, he really had been domesticated.
The answering machine kicked in and they stood waiting for the message, "We're in Canada," said Spike's slightly distorted voice, "If this is really important call Angel he may give you the cell phone number. . . but he's in a bad mood so he'll probably tell you to feck off."
The noise of Xander pulling Spike away heralded the end of the message, "And here's the beep," the boy said brightly just before the beep.
"Xander? It's Willow. . . This is really important so pick up. I already tried to get your number from Angel but he told me that you where in Canada and that I could feck off. Look if your there pick up. . . Xander, this is really important. Fine: don't pick up see if I care. Sit down because I need to give you some bad news. They found your dad in a back ally apparently he went out during the reception at your house and everyone had just thought he had turned in for the night. But I guess he went for a walk. The cops think he was mugged. He's dead, Xander. Someone cut his neck. I'm really sorry, Xand." BEEP.
Spike caught the boy just as he fell. "Oh, god, oh god!" He wept into Spike shoulder, "I, I, I."
"Xander, breath." Spike was gentle but commanding as he steered his lover onto their bed. He ran cool hands over the boy's hot face. He hated to see the boy so upset, he was confused to see the boy so upset.
"I can't believe." Xander was muttering, "I can't believe Angel killed him!"
Spike was shocked as to how quickly the boy had figured it all out. "Xander," he said slowly, "why do you think Angel did this?"
"Oh, please! He was missing for a large amount of time during the party, then he came to get us and I never said goodbye to Dad. He killed him!"
"Xand, calm down."
"Spike, hand me the phone."
"Sweetheart?"
"Hand me the phone." His tone was so cold it scared Spike. "I want a word with our sire."
Xander dialed the number, hitting the keys like they were his worst enemy. "Angel?"
"Xander?" asked a rather pathetic voice at the other end of the phone, "I need help."
"You killed my father!"
"I. . . really did," came the sad reply, Angel sounded peculiar and haggard. "If you want to yell and hate me you can, I won't apologize but feel free to rage. Ok? But, Xander, I really need you right now. So can you please not hate me for five minutes? Or at least make it a tolerant hate?"
"And why should I do that?"
"Doyle's been kidnapped, Cordelia's freaking out because she didn't get a role, and Wesley is here being a rogue demon hunter."
"Wesley the watcher dog? Wait, what's a rogue demon?"
"Yes, that Wesley. Look, I'm sorry for not telling you about your father, but could you help me right now? If not for me than for Doyle? Please?"
"We'll be there in five minutes." Xander hung up the phone mutely and turned to Spike.
"You didn't yell," Spike stated sounding mystified.
"He was too close to tears to yell."
"What happened?"
"A guy from the Watchers' Council is playing super hero on Angel's last nerve, Cordelia failed an audition, and oh yeah- Triple M's been demon-napped."
"Oh," said Spike sounding sad, "Cor didn't get that commercial she really wanted it!"
"Focus, honey."
"Ok, so we going over there or what?"
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"So the guy said he was running from Wes, but Wes was hunting the guy that was running from the first guy that was really hunting him?" Xander asked Cordelia trying to clarify the situation.
Angel wrinkled his forehead, "Right. . . I think."
"I wasn't asking you, Angel." Said Xander looking anywhere but at his sire who was driving the Cadillac to the hotel where Doyle was being held captive. "So he was abducted to be sold in an auction?"
"Yes," Wesley answered, "It's a auction of magic: they wanted the abilities of a seer."
"So they'll sell him as a slave?" asked Cordelia who looked genuinely worried for her friend now that she had gotten over her failed commercial audition.
"No, pet, they'll cut his eyes out," Spike said gently as though speaking to a child. "What I don't get is why you trusted a guy called Barney in the first place," He asked the back of his sire's head, "I mean doesn't that sort of reek of evil?" He watched Xander's shrinking posture as though trying to seep into the seat. Pulling the boy close he kissed the back of his head. Wesley saw the action and gave him an odd look, he had been uneasy with the fact that William the bloody had walked into Angel Investigations with the mortal in the first place. Out of the corner of his eye Spike saw the glance Wesley gave him and morphed out. The ex-watcher gave a *very* manly shriek.
Hitting him in the arm Cordy said, "Be nice, Spike, Wes is the one who figured out what the situation with the auction was in the first place." Spike rolled his eyes and just as he opened his mouth to reply Cordy cut him, "I'm evil." Her voice was a rather good imitation of the blonde's. "Get a better excuse, William, that one is so old."
Spike sulked but brightened when he saw that Cordy's words had cheered Xander slightly. The threesome was crammed into the back of Angel's car while the watch dog was sitting shot gun. Xander and Cordelia were nudging each other with their elbows. Spike's husband was such a child. "Angel, I hate to sound non-sympathetic to your cause. No one wants Doyle safe more than I," Wesley snorted Spike ignored the man and continued on, "we'll save him: we've never lost anyone yet. But I would like to point out that Xander and I are supposed to be at the airport in two hours."
"I know, childe," Angel said softly sending an understanding smile over his shoulder. "We'll get Doyle lickity-split, and I'll drop everyone off and take you and Xand home." Spike gave him an imploring look and Angel read it instantly and shook his head: don't tell the boy you knew I was killing his father: it will do nothing but make you feel better. "We all need someone to trust sometimes, even if they have to hide something from us to ensure that we trust them." The words seemed hollow when stated aloud but Spike nodded. Xander let out a sarcastic sigh reading a completely different message. Cordelia and Wesley looked confused but Angel didn't really care; this moment was between only him and his childer. "I had to make a judgment call. I'm the adult here so I made the decision. I'm sorry that you're unhappy with it but if we had to go back I would do it all exactly the same." The minute the words were out of his mouth he knew he had made a mistake. The boy ashened and Spike's eyes widened a fraction, which was as much of a reaction as he could expect around the humans.
"If you had to go through the day again *knowing* how upset I would be you would still kill my father?" asked Xander disbelievingly, "Thanks a fucking lot, sire. It's nice how you can simply disregard anything anyone else feels by playing the sire card." He took the dark vampire's lead and was ignoring everyone else in the car. "God, and I so enjoyed having a sire. It was so fucking warm to have someone in a paternal capacity giving an actual damn about me. But really this was just another of your possession fantasies. You're not my sire: you didn't turn me and you don't have that power over me. If you really want that much control in my life and expect me to accept it laying down, then you will have to turn me first. And Christ: you made a decision? What was it: Xander's dad is mean therefore he deserves to die. If that's your process to making judgment calls please remind me to take your keys off you every time we go for a drink. I can't decide if you're a thoughtless asshole or a manipulative bastard."
"What?" asked three voices as one. Spike shook his head after asking the question and just pulled the boy closer.
"What's going on here?" asked the ex-watcher pushing his glasses up his nose trying to take control of the situation. From what Xander said it seemed that Xander was somehow bound to the dark vampire. Would he need to step in on the boy's behalf.
"Shut-up, Wesley," said four voices together.
"You killed his father?" Cordy asked sounding like a frightened child.
"Xan-pet," Spike said softly trying to soothe the boy but Xander cut him off.
"Are you about to side with him? Typical, fucking typical."
"No, Xand, always on your side." Spike said the words softly clearly hurt by Xander's cutting tone. "Only ever on your side. But I'm sure Angel did whatever he did out of the goodness of that stupid confused heart of his." He shot his sire a look and the man nodded: yes it's fine to insult me to comfort him.
Sighing heavily Angel looked out over the road as he drove. Tonight was going to be awfully long and his love wasn't at his side to make it any shorter.