Well, if you're here, you've read chapter one, so I don't need disclaimers
Note: There's some vague connotations of homosexuality here. Nothing out of the ordinary for Angel and Spike though
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C'mon, we all saw it coming…
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Spike opened his eyes, blinking at the sunlight. He sat up slowly, noticing he was in a bed. He didn't remember a thing. Looking around, the next thing he noticed was that he was naked
Naked, and can't remember a thing. Maybe I had a good time
He looked to his right, and noticed Angel, apparently asleep beside him, in the same state of both disrobe as himself.
'Ello, we didn't…again?
He then noticed Angel was covered in bandages. He looked down at himself then, noticing that he was also covered in bandages, both had apparently bled through
…This doesn't mean we didn't…but…
He blinked, tilting his head and trying to think before turning his head to the other direction
Bugger, the sun's in me eyes…
He lay back, sighing slightly. His stomach grumbled, and he sighed again. He hurt too much to try and roll out of bed to try and hunt someone down
'Ang on a tick, I'm missin' something…
He squinted, trying to put together a whole mess of thoughts all made the foggier by a headache bigger then any hangover he'd ever had
…I…should remember…something…but what?...
He sat up again slowly, ignoring his growling stomach, and the sun glaring in his eyes. He shrugged off the blankets with a small growl
Bullocks, it's warm in here…
He then blinked, this time not because of the sun.
I'm…warm again…and…the sun! I'm…
He focused on his hunger trying to shift out of his 'human' form, finding himself unable to. He sat in stunned silence for The Powers know how long, a slow smile starting to spread over his face. He then remembered his hunger
"Food!" he exclaimed, loud enough to wake Angel, who sat up groggily
"Damn it Spike, what are you yelling about?" He held his hands over his eyes with a small groan, "ugh, it's too bright in here…"
"Angel, you git, I'm human" he blinked, noticing the sun on Angel as well, "and, apparently, so are you."
Angel blinked, reaching up to his face. Apparently he'd tried to go fangy as well, he blinked a few times, looking at Spike.
"So…the battle…the shanshu…I didn't sign it away?" he said, almost disbelieving
"Aparently not, but bugger, I'm hungry, aren't you?" Spike slowly slid from the bed, wincing before laying back down again, "alright, eating's on hold…"
"Illyria went for food…wait…I get it now!" Angel said, suddenly realizing why Illyria was so quick to agree not to hurt anybody.
Of course she knew they were human again, and there was probably still food at the hotel.
"Oh…" Spike said, looking around, confused, "so…where are we?"
Angel blinked, remembering Spike had never been to the hotel, "oh, that's right, you never were…this is our old headquarters, before Wolfram and Hart"
"Ah…and…nobody else made it?" Spike looked sunken, his soul, oddly, burning less then he thought it should have
"Just you, me, and miss high-and-mighty" Angel felt his soul less too.
They had little time to contemplate any of this, as Fred came through the door, holding large bags of, as either of them should have imagined, Chinese food
"Y'all haven't tried any of this, have ya?" It hurt both of them to see Fred like this, and she seemed to sense it, suddenly becoming Illyria again, "You both require food, do you not? Feed, I have much to do"
Without needing any more persuasion, Spike and Angel went at the food with a vengeance, discovering they both had a taste for Chinese.
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Well, it's a little longer this time. I tried to put more into it. Next Chapter's going to be about Illyria. If you've noticed, I'm going to be doing a cycle between the three (?) characters' POV. Please review, or I'll think nobody likes it