Title: That Damn Happiness Clause
Writer: Azure K Mello
Disclaimer- This disclaimer is in honor of the PSAT's that I had to hear all about from my young, whiny friends. Here's a typical math problem: If I were Joss Whedon, then Spike and Xander would join a circus and fall madly in love. Assume the sentence you just read is accurate. If Spike and Xander are not in love:
a) I am not Joss Whedon.
b) I don't own anything.
c) I'm very sad.
d) all of the above.
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 21/?
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The car pulled up outside of a classy hotel. "Everyone play it cool and follow my lead." Said Angel as he went over weapons and hid them on his person. He turned to his youngest childe, "Xander are you ok to fight?"
"I'm fine," Xander said coldly.
"I don't want to send you to Canada with open wounds."
Xander laughed softly, "I'll be fine, Angel." Angel nodded and thought for a moment on how to best proceed. Suddenly the older vampire pulled the youth to him for a gentle, nearly chaste kiss.
"We'll talk all this out when we get home, alright?" he asked softly. Xander nodded. The Watcher gave the pair a confused, slightly disgusted look and charged ahead with the cheerleader.
"Why is he here?" asked Spike callously as he carded his fingers through the youth's hair.
"I felt kinda badly for him. Plus if it weren't for me Buffy never would have fired him as her watcher and the Council wouldn't have fired him."
"Fine, but if he so much as gives me a sideways glance I'm killing him," said Spike with feigned indifference. Xander could feel the strain in the muscles of Spike's stomach, they were practically humming with fear and anxiety. "I fucking hate watchers." It had been a watcher who had given him the scar on his eyebrow while trying to bag his third slayer. He was an soulless vampire, there was nothing to stop the ex-watcher staking him to gain some brownie points with the higher-ups.
"He's incompetent, pathetic, and a wuss when it comes to pain," said Xander softly as Angel walked into the hotel ahead of them, "But if you give him half a chance you might actually find you like him. . . I don't but then again last time we met he was trying to get into my ex- honey's pants."
"Cordy?"
"Yeah, you ok?" he whispered.
"I just feel like I've got creepy-crawlies going up and down my spine every time he looks at us."
"You are so fucking cute when you're vulnerable. He's not gonna hurt us, I promise." He kissed Spike's nose, "Now let's go kill something!" he said cheerfully and whistled as he pulled Spike along with him towards the hall where the auction was being held.
Within minutes they had ripped the "Tulip Room" apart. Blood was everywhere. When they had first walked in the scene had enraged Angel. Doyle was bound and gagged on the floor while a man stood over him trying to pull his eyes out with salad prongs. The sight had pushed everyone over the edge. Apparently Doyle's eyes had been sold to Wolfram and Hart and the law firm could find no use for the rest of him. Lilah Morgan had bought his lover for 30,000 dollars and Angel was pissed. He was sick of the law firm messing with him and his people. They had been meddling with him ever since he first arrived in the city. Sometimes they were in the background and then they would rear up the minute he dropped his guard. They were above the law, hell they had rendered the police force incapable with a well placed charm. No matter what Kate Lockley and her cronies at the LAPD did the evil law firm kept on going. The company scared him as much as it pissed him off. They had crossed a line this wasn't business, this wasn't the fight of the Powers' this was his life. Nothing moved in the room by the time Angel was done. That Morgan bitch had escaped but everything else, demon or otherwise, was dead. Angel was too busy having a mental freak out to actually help Doyle. Slowly Xander undid all the binds and rubbed Triple M's wrists to get circulation back into his hands.
"Quite a scare you gave us," he said smiling at the Irish man. "You ok?"
"Yeah, kinda tired." How typical, thought Xander, for the smaller man to take it all in his stride. "Shouldn't ye be in Canada?"
Nodding Xander said, "We need to be at the airport in an hour and a half." He pulled the man to his feet, "Can you walk?"
Doyle nodded and then saw Wesley and groaned, "He's not still 'ere? Feck. Angel's gonna give 'im a job. Ye realize that don't ye? He feels guilty fer getting' the man fired. . . but that doesn't mean we should have to deal wit 'im." Xander just smirked. It was nice to see that being kidnapped and nearly having his eyes gouged out did nothing to damage Doyle's spirit.
The six of them walked out to the car. They dropped their weapon's into the boot of the car and stood there: exhausted and covered in all different types of Demon-y liquids. The sky was starting to brighten. "Everyone in." This was easier said than done. The six fully grown adults had to find a way to squeeze into the Cadillac. It ended up With Angel and Wes in the front and Spike sitting on Xander's lap with Cordy half draped over Doyle. Wesley smiled at the couple as they bickered.
"Angel?" asked Cordelia, "All night fighting evil equals what exactly?" she asked as if it would win her argument with the Irish lad.
"Breakfast generally. I'm really fucking tired though can I cook instead of going to the House of Flap?"
Doyle just groaned. "I want to go to sleep."
"You can," said Angel he looked into the rearview mirror and meet his lover's eye, or would have had he reflected therein. "Climb into bed when I drop you guys off and then I'll drop Xander and Spike off. Once everything's cooked I'll wake you." They pulled up outside of the office. "See you in a little bit."
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"Xander, I apologize for not telling you sooner but I didn't want you to know." He said as they walked into the boys' apartment. The bickering hadn't ceased since the other's had left the car.
"Wow! That's fucking big of you, Angel!!" shouted Xander. He was getting steadily more mad.
And Spike was pretty sure he'd realized why but he couldn't believe it. There was just something in the boy's eyes that scared Spike. He didn't like all this yelling it reminded him of Darla and Penn at each other's throats. "Xander," he said softly the boy didn't break off his glaring match with Angel. "Xander, love, this isn't your fault." The boy suddenly looked back to his husband the anger seeped out of his eyes and all that was left was a scared little boy, "You never told Angel to kill him. You never even told Angel that you had problems with the man. Angel did everything he did because he wanted to. This has nothing to do with any of your actions." He saw the boy sag slightly and grabbed him with vampiric speed and held Xander close. "You're not to blame." He felt the warm tears on his shoulder and made soft shushing noises.
"But I wanted it so badly, and I was so fucking happy. . ."
"Just because you reveled in his death doesn't make it your responsibility." Spike just stroked him and spoke in soft tones. "And how many times do I have to tell you tha' you're a white hat before you believe it. You're a good person. He was scum, you're allowed to be pleased he's dead. And knowing the poof his death was very *humane*," he spoke the word with disgust. "If I had gotten my hands on him the man would still be alive for at least another week. He wouldn't have gotten off half so easy. So you can be relieved. You told me not to touch him so I didn't. You saved the bastard from an extremely painful and well deserved death. You saved him, Xander."
"I assumed you would be pissed as hell, Xand, and I did it in spite of that. I did this to protect my childe." Angel stood back watching them and spoke softly but he suddenly found himself holding a large mass of teenage boy. "Shh, it's ok, honey, calm down." The boy was whispering and Angel could just make out the thanks and the apologizes held therein. "It's ok. I know that this is hard and I know I should have talked to you. But it's all ok now. That's all over and now you get to go to Canada (though why you want to I don't know) you're fine."
"What about the funeral?" asked the boy looking so much more like a child than a demon hunter.
"Do you want to go?" asked Spike.
Xander just shook his head as he walked back to his lover's embrace. "No I don't want to go."
"We never got the message we were out all day until we got on the plane." Spike's tone was that of one stating the obvious. He saw Angel's face and said, "Thanks, Angel. I know you must want to get home."
"Will you be ok from here?" he asked clearly reluctant to leave if they needed him yet feeling the tug of being away from Doyle.
"Go home, Angel, thanks again." Xander didn't meet his eyes but clearly meant his words.
Writer: Azure K Mello
Disclaimer- This disclaimer is in honor of the PSAT's that I had to hear all about from my young, whiny friends. Here's a typical math problem: If I were Joss Whedon, then Spike and Xander would join a circus and fall madly in love. Assume the sentence you just read is accurate. If Spike and Xander are not in love:
a) I am not Joss Whedon.
b) I don't own anything.
c) I'm very sad.
d) all of the above.
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 21/?
Find the rest here: ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The car pulled up outside of a classy hotel. "Everyone play it cool and follow my lead." Said Angel as he went over weapons and hid them on his person. He turned to his youngest childe, "Xander are you ok to fight?"
"I'm fine," Xander said coldly.
"I don't want to send you to Canada with open wounds."
Xander laughed softly, "I'll be fine, Angel." Angel nodded and thought for a moment on how to best proceed. Suddenly the older vampire pulled the youth to him for a gentle, nearly chaste kiss.
"We'll talk all this out when we get home, alright?" he asked softly. Xander nodded. The Watcher gave the pair a confused, slightly disgusted look and charged ahead with the cheerleader.
"Why is he here?" asked Spike callously as he carded his fingers through the youth's hair.
"I felt kinda badly for him. Plus if it weren't for me Buffy never would have fired him as her watcher and the Council wouldn't have fired him."
"Fine, but if he so much as gives me a sideways glance I'm killing him," said Spike with feigned indifference. Xander could feel the strain in the muscles of Spike's stomach, they were practically humming with fear and anxiety. "I fucking hate watchers." It had been a watcher who had given him the scar on his eyebrow while trying to bag his third slayer. He was an soulless vampire, there was nothing to stop the ex-watcher staking him to gain some brownie points with the higher-ups.
"He's incompetent, pathetic, and a wuss when it comes to pain," said Xander softly as Angel walked into the hotel ahead of them, "But if you give him half a chance you might actually find you like him. . . I don't but then again last time we met he was trying to get into my ex- honey's pants."
"Cordy?"
"Yeah, you ok?" he whispered.
"I just feel like I've got creepy-crawlies going up and down my spine every time he looks at us."
"You are so fucking cute when you're vulnerable. He's not gonna hurt us, I promise." He kissed Spike's nose, "Now let's go kill something!" he said cheerfully and whistled as he pulled Spike along with him towards the hall where the auction was being held.
Within minutes they had ripped the "Tulip Room" apart. Blood was everywhere. When they had first walked in the scene had enraged Angel. Doyle was bound and gagged on the floor while a man stood over him trying to pull his eyes out with salad prongs. The sight had pushed everyone over the edge. Apparently Doyle's eyes had been sold to Wolfram and Hart and the law firm could find no use for the rest of him. Lilah Morgan had bought his lover for 30,000 dollars and Angel was pissed. He was sick of the law firm messing with him and his people. They had been meddling with him ever since he first arrived in the city. Sometimes they were in the background and then they would rear up the minute he dropped his guard. They were above the law, hell they had rendered the police force incapable with a well placed charm. No matter what Kate Lockley and her cronies at the LAPD did the evil law firm kept on going. The company scared him as much as it pissed him off. They had crossed a line this wasn't business, this wasn't the fight of the Powers' this was his life. Nothing moved in the room by the time Angel was done. That Morgan bitch had escaped but everything else, demon or otherwise, was dead. Angel was too busy having a mental freak out to actually help Doyle. Slowly Xander undid all the binds and rubbed Triple M's wrists to get circulation back into his hands.
"Quite a scare you gave us," he said smiling at the Irish man. "You ok?"
"Yeah, kinda tired." How typical, thought Xander, for the smaller man to take it all in his stride. "Shouldn't ye be in Canada?"
Nodding Xander said, "We need to be at the airport in an hour and a half." He pulled the man to his feet, "Can you walk?"
Doyle nodded and then saw Wesley and groaned, "He's not still 'ere? Feck. Angel's gonna give 'im a job. Ye realize that don't ye? He feels guilty fer getting' the man fired. . . but that doesn't mean we should have to deal wit 'im." Xander just smirked. It was nice to see that being kidnapped and nearly having his eyes gouged out did nothing to damage Doyle's spirit.
The six of them walked out to the car. They dropped their weapon's into the boot of the car and stood there: exhausted and covered in all different types of Demon-y liquids. The sky was starting to brighten. "Everyone in." This was easier said than done. The six fully grown adults had to find a way to squeeze into the Cadillac. It ended up With Angel and Wes in the front and Spike sitting on Xander's lap with Cordy half draped over Doyle. Wesley smiled at the couple as they bickered.
"Angel?" asked Cordelia, "All night fighting evil equals what exactly?" she asked as if it would win her argument with the Irish lad.
"Breakfast generally. I'm really fucking tired though can I cook instead of going to the House of Flap?"
Doyle just groaned. "I want to go to sleep."
"You can," said Angel he looked into the rearview mirror and meet his lover's eye, or would have had he reflected therein. "Climb into bed when I drop you guys off and then I'll drop Xander and Spike off. Once everything's cooked I'll wake you." They pulled up outside of the office. "See you in a little bit."
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"Xander, I apologize for not telling you sooner but I didn't want you to know." He said as they walked into the boys' apartment. The bickering hadn't ceased since the other's had left the car.
"Wow! That's fucking big of you, Angel!!" shouted Xander. He was getting steadily more mad.
And Spike was pretty sure he'd realized why but he couldn't believe it. There was just something in the boy's eyes that scared Spike. He didn't like all this yelling it reminded him of Darla and Penn at each other's throats. "Xander," he said softly the boy didn't break off his glaring match with Angel. "Xander, love, this isn't your fault." The boy suddenly looked back to his husband the anger seeped out of his eyes and all that was left was a scared little boy, "You never told Angel to kill him. You never even told Angel that you had problems with the man. Angel did everything he did because he wanted to. This has nothing to do with any of your actions." He saw the boy sag slightly and grabbed him with vampiric speed and held Xander close. "You're not to blame." He felt the warm tears on his shoulder and made soft shushing noises.
"But I wanted it so badly, and I was so fucking happy. . ."
"Just because you reveled in his death doesn't make it your responsibility." Spike just stroked him and spoke in soft tones. "And how many times do I have to tell you tha' you're a white hat before you believe it. You're a good person. He was scum, you're allowed to be pleased he's dead. And knowing the poof his death was very *humane*," he spoke the word with disgust. "If I had gotten my hands on him the man would still be alive for at least another week. He wouldn't have gotten off half so easy. So you can be relieved. You told me not to touch him so I didn't. You saved the bastard from an extremely painful and well deserved death. You saved him, Xander."
"I assumed you would be pissed as hell, Xand, and I did it in spite of that. I did this to protect my childe." Angel stood back watching them and spoke softly but he suddenly found himself holding a large mass of teenage boy. "Shh, it's ok, honey, calm down." The boy was whispering and Angel could just make out the thanks and the apologizes held therein. "It's ok. I know that this is hard and I know I should have talked to you. But it's all ok now. That's all over and now you get to go to Canada (though why you want to I don't know) you're fine."
"What about the funeral?" asked the boy looking so much more like a child than a demon hunter.
"Do you want to go?" asked Spike.
Xander just shook his head as he walked back to his lover's embrace. "No I don't want to go."
"We never got the message we were out all day until we got on the plane." Spike's tone was that of one stating the obvious. He saw Angel's face and said, "Thanks, Angel. I know you must want to get home."
"Will you be ok from here?" he asked clearly reluctant to leave if they needed him yet feeling the tug of being away from Doyle.
"Go home, Angel, thanks again." Xander didn't meet his eyes but clearly meant his words.