Title: That Damn Happiness Clause
Writer: Azure K Mello
Disclaimer- Nothing is mine, not even my soul
Setting: Somnambulist. 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. MPREG- I know it offends some people. I love the people who get angry and say, "It is impossible for a man to have a baby!" and get all uppity, it's also impossible for vampires to exist and take mortal lovers, but that isn't what they focus on.
Section rating: R
Part 25/?
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"Do you need money?" asked Angel before they walked into the office proper. "For the trip? You could consider it a wedding present."
"I have money. This is me, Angel, do I ever truly need money? No, I'd just rather spend yours than my own. But this is my gift to Xander so I should pay for it myself."
"Fine. Have a good time."
"Angel? Thank you."
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Angel had asked Xander to stay when he had said he had to go pick up some stuff. When they were all there he cleared his throat. "I've. . . we've been having dreams."
"Dreams?" asked Wesley.
"Killing dreams. Always the same. " He swallowed harshly. "I-I stalk them, toy with them, mark them while they are still alive. And before they can die from their fear, I feed on them."
"Okay. So you've been having nightmares," said Cor with a peppy shrug. "It doesn't mean you..."
"They're not nightmares. I've enjoyed them."
"Oh." Cor took a quick step back.
"That's what I don't get 'bout you, Peaches." Spike swung his leg up onto the desk. "You could have pretended to be all freaked out and now instead you've scared and alienated the girl. And why? Because you feel all this guilt if you lie but you would have been doing her a favor for god's sakes."
Wesley ignored Spike completely which actually pissed Xander off more than if he had been snide to his lover. Surely it would be better for the watcher to hold the vampire in contempt than not even acknowledge him? "And you fear that these may be more than just dreams, that you are acting them out in some sort of hypnogogic state."
"Hypnowhatic?"
"Sleepwalking." Spike spoke in a bored voice to Cordy while considering if Xander would let him kill the man.
Cordy laughed then. "Vampires can't sleepwalk. He'd take one step out of the front door and his p.j.s would burst into flame!"
"Unless it were happening in the pre-dawn hours. - Which is when all these murders took place." Wesley was trying to be all "inside information guy" when he had no idea of what was going on and it was vexing Xander. The immortal boy *also* had no idea what was going on but he was man enough to admit it.
"He's not doing it in his sleep because Spike's dreaming it too and I know that Spike hasn't been out of our bed all week," Xander said glaring at Wesley. "So why don't you stop accusing people?"
"I did do it," Angel said softly.
"No you didn't," said Xander without thinking, he had expected Wes to answer and so had gone with his instant negative answer.
"No he didn't," agreed Doyle. "Like Spike: ye haven't left our bed in the middle of the nights. Ye're just somehow dreamin' it."
Wesley was watching with his mouth agape. Well no questions who the couples were. He wondered how hurt Cordelia had been when her boyfriend left her for Angel. He had to warn the boy about Angel soul! They must have literally slept together. The boy obviously didn't know about the soul lose or he wouldn't be with the vampire.
"I did it. I taught the vampire who's doing this all he knows. I molded him into the perfe-"
The blonde couldn't resist interrupting his sire, "Oh please! Could you be any *more* melodramatic? For Chrissakes you'll upset Doyle and for what? To cast the blame on yerself? The only person responsible for all this is Penn! I don't buy all that crap! I mean I saw tha' anti-drug commercial where they say that you're dealer's distributor shot someone with a bullet you paid for. Well I'm sorry but you can't be held responsible for someone else's actions."
"I taught him everything he knows." Angel stepped in front of Spike in a menacing fashion.
Spike smirked. "Yeah but he still has free will. He doesn't have to do anything he doesn't want to and he doesn't need to impress a sire who isn't even there. So drop the fucking guilt routine." Angel went all pensive face and Spike turned to his mate who was drawing patterns on his arm. Xander was extremely pale and shaking a bit. Looking into his eyes Spike felt himself melt. He leaned over and caught the boy's mouth for a somewhat desperate kiss. "I'm fine, pet." His words were whispered for only Xander's ears. "It'll all be ok, my beautiful boy. We're getting out of here in a few hours."
"Are you sure you're ok?" Xan asked in a matching whisper.
"It's been about a hundred years since I last saw the man. I'm healed as much as I'll ever be. I'm just glad we won't be here when it all goes down. I really don't want to see him."
"Can I bite your lower lip?"
"Go on then."
From where Wesley was sitting it looked as if they were sitting in total silence. The whole scene made him uncomfortable and he felt he must do something on behalf of the boys. "If I may say something?" Cordelia gave him a stern glare and he swallowed hard and changed his mind. "Who is this who's killing people?"
"Penn. My oldest childe. He's doing this and we're going to stop him."
"How exactly?" asked Doyle gently to his lover. He knew Angel couldn't kill his own childer.
"With a nice chuck of wood through the heart." So maybe Doyle didn't know him that well. "I won't have him eating the populace."
"So how do we find him? Do the dreams have a homin' beacon?" asked Doyle with a gentle smile.
"No," said Angel with a matching smirk. The superhero jokes would never get old. "But Kate will find him. She's a good cop."
"Yeah," agreed Doyle softly.
"Are you going back into the clubhouse?" asked Angel referencing that talk about a club for guys who don't realize their worth. "I'm yours." He spoke in the same quietness as Spike had used.
"Go have a chat with the policewoman. Spike help me with filing: ye go tonight and you can pull your weight until then. Didn' ye say ye needed to go out?" he asked Xander and the boy nodded. "Go then. Let's get a move on the day it's nearly two o'clock."
Writer: Azure K Mello
Disclaimer- Nothing is mine, not even my soul
Setting: Somnambulist. 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. MPREG- I know it offends some people. I love the people who get angry and say, "It is impossible for a man to have a baby!" and get all uppity, it's also impossible for vampires to exist and take mortal lovers, but that isn't what they focus on.
Section rating: R
Part 25/?
Find the rest here:
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"Do you need money?" asked Angel before they walked into the office proper. "For the trip? You could consider it a wedding present."
"I have money. This is me, Angel, do I ever truly need money? No, I'd just rather spend yours than my own. But this is my gift to Xander so I should pay for it myself."
"Fine. Have a good time."
"Angel? Thank you."
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Angel had asked Xander to stay when he had said he had to go pick up some stuff. When they were all there he cleared his throat. "I've. . . we've been having dreams."
"Dreams?" asked Wesley.
"Killing dreams. Always the same. " He swallowed harshly. "I-I stalk them, toy with them, mark them while they are still alive. And before they can die from their fear, I feed on them."
"Okay. So you've been having nightmares," said Cor with a peppy shrug. "It doesn't mean you..."
"They're not nightmares. I've enjoyed them."
"Oh." Cor took a quick step back.
"That's what I don't get 'bout you, Peaches." Spike swung his leg up onto the desk. "You could have pretended to be all freaked out and now instead you've scared and alienated the girl. And why? Because you feel all this guilt if you lie but you would have been doing her a favor for god's sakes."
Wesley ignored Spike completely which actually pissed Xander off more than if he had been snide to his lover. Surely it would be better for the watcher to hold the vampire in contempt than not even acknowledge him? "And you fear that these may be more than just dreams, that you are acting them out in some sort of hypnogogic state."
"Hypnowhatic?"
"Sleepwalking." Spike spoke in a bored voice to Cordy while considering if Xander would let him kill the man.
Cordy laughed then. "Vampires can't sleepwalk. He'd take one step out of the front door and his p.j.s would burst into flame!"
"Unless it were happening in the pre-dawn hours. - Which is when all these murders took place." Wesley was trying to be all "inside information guy" when he had no idea of what was going on and it was vexing Xander. The immortal boy *also* had no idea what was going on but he was man enough to admit it.
"He's not doing it in his sleep because Spike's dreaming it too and I know that Spike hasn't been out of our bed all week," Xander said glaring at Wesley. "So why don't you stop accusing people?"
"I did do it," Angel said softly.
"No you didn't," said Xander without thinking, he had expected Wes to answer and so had gone with his instant negative answer.
"No he didn't," agreed Doyle. "Like Spike: ye haven't left our bed in the middle of the nights. Ye're just somehow dreamin' it."
Wesley was watching with his mouth agape. Well no questions who the couples were. He wondered how hurt Cordelia had been when her boyfriend left her for Angel. He had to warn the boy about Angel soul! They must have literally slept together. The boy obviously didn't know about the soul lose or he wouldn't be with the vampire.
"I did it. I taught the vampire who's doing this all he knows. I molded him into the perfe-"
The blonde couldn't resist interrupting his sire, "Oh please! Could you be any *more* melodramatic? For Chrissakes you'll upset Doyle and for what? To cast the blame on yerself? The only person responsible for all this is Penn! I don't buy all that crap! I mean I saw tha' anti-drug commercial where they say that you're dealer's distributor shot someone with a bullet you paid for. Well I'm sorry but you can't be held responsible for someone else's actions."
"I taught him everything he knows." Angel stepped in front of Spike in a menacing fashion.
Spike smirked. "Yeah but he still has free will. He doesn't have to do anything he doesn't want to and he doesn't need to impress a sire who isn't even there. So drop the fucking guilt routine." Angel went all pensive face and Spike turned to his mate who was drawing patterns on his arm. Xander was extremely pale and shaking a bit. Looking into his eyes Spike felt himself melt. He leaned over and caught the boy's mouth for a somewhat desperate kiss. "I'm fine, pet." His words were whispered for only Xander's ears. "It'll all be ok, my beautiful boy. We're getting out of here in a few hours."
"Are you sure you're ok?" Xan asked in a matching whisper.
"It's been about a hundred years since I last saw the man. I'm healed as much as I'll ever be. I'm just glad we won't be here when it all goes down. I really don't want to see him."
"Can I bite your lower lip?"
"Go on then."
From where Wesley was sitting it looked as if they were sitting in total silence. The whole scene made him uncomfortable and he felt he must do something on behalf of the boys. "If I may say something?" Cordelia gave him a stern glare and he swallowed hard and changed his mind. "Who is this who's killing people?"
"Penn. My oldest childe. He's doing this and we're going to stop him."
"How exactly?" asked Doyle gently to his lover. He knew Angel couldn't kill his own childer.
"With a nice chuck of wood through the heart." So maybe Doyle didn't know him that well. "I won't have him eating the populace."
"So how do we find him? Do the dreams have a homin' beacon?" asked Doyle with a gentle smile.
"No," said Angel with a matching smirk. The superhero jokes would never get old. "But Kate will find him. She's a good cop."
"Yeah," agreed Doyle softly.
"Are you going back into the clubhouse?" asked Angel referencing that talk about a club for guys who don't realize their worth. "I'm yours." He spoke in the same quietness as Spike had used.
"Go have a chat with the policewoman. Spike help me with filing: ye go tonight and you can pull your weight until then. Didn' ye say ye needed to go out?" he asked Xander and the boy nodded. "Go then. Let's get a move on the day it's nearly two o'clock."