Title: I Finally Remembered You. Part 29 – Beans Spilled?
Rating: R/NC-17 for other chapters
Pairing: Xander/Angel
Summary: AU futurefic. Slash. Xander, not Buffy, had gone to see Angel in "I Will Remember You" Years later, he finally keeps his promise.
Spoilers: All of BtVS & Ats
Warnings: M/M, mild language, more in future chapters
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
Words in Italics indicate thoughts.
Faith was pissed off, to say the least.
Angel had just finished telling her about the missing day and the events of the last few days. She stood up and began to pace; she was trying not to just react, she wanted to actually think before she spoke or did something they would all regret.
How could he do that to Xander? How could he just watch him walk away?
Xander was the best man she knew, and to think that he could have been happy all this time and was robbed of that made her very angry.
She could understand why Angel had chosen to take back the day, but not why he hadn't told Xander the truth about what had happened right away. She knew Xander, he had always had a bit of a thing for Angel and he would have believed Angel and given him a chance.
Angel and Xander were sitting next to each other on the bed, watching Faith go from one end of the small room to the other. They were both a little afraid of the brunette slayer's reaction.
"Boytoy, do you believe him? Is it true?" Faith asked.
"With the dreams and the gut reactions, I would have to say, yeah, it's true," Xander answered honestly.
"And you're gonna give him another chance?" Faith asked.
Xander looked at her, and then looked at Angel for a moment. Angel looked back, concerned about the answer.
"He means it, Faith. He really cares about me and wants to be with me. Me. I'm not just a convenience, he doesn't want me cause I'm here and there's no one else. He wants me. He loves me. So, yeah, I'm gonna give him another chance. But we're taking it slow. I don't want to rush into anything," Xander answered honestly.
Faith didn't take offense at his words; they had worked through their issues a long time ago. This wasn't about her, it was about him, and how he was feeling.
"Okay, since Willow isn't here to give you the shovel speech, I'll deliver my own version. You hurt him, you abandon him, or pull any of this memory crap with him again, and your trip to hell and your time at the bottom of the ocean will look like freakin' trips to Paradise compared to what I will do to you. Got it?" Faith said.
Angel swallowed visibly. "Yes, Faith, I understand. Thank you for being such a good friend to him. I have no intention of being separated from him again."
Xander smiled at both of them.
"So, are we going to tell Spike and Willow?" Angel asked.
Faith and Xander shared a smirk before Faith replied, "Not yet, we'll let them sneak around for awhile, feel them out about their reaction, then spring it on them later."
Angel chuckled. Let Spike and Willow have their fun, maybe it will keep them out of trouble. Maybe.
The next day
Spike and Willow cornered Faith after a training session with some of the baby slayers.
"So, what'd they say?" Willow said.
Faith looked them over slowly, smirking a little at seeing them both practically bouncing with curiosity. "What d'ya mean?"
"Don't play dumb with us, we know you had a confab with Angel and Xander in their room yesterday," Willow said, with Spike nodding in agreement.
"You spyin' on me?" Faith said with a growl, enjoying tormenting the two.
"No, of course not, we were just….." Willow began.
"No, we were spyin' on the two poufs, you silly bint," Spike said baldy.
He received an elbow in his ribs from a little red-headed witch for his trouble.
Faith snorted.
"Yeah, I talked to them. What of it?" Faith said, drawing the torture out a little.
"Did they tell you what's goin' on?" Spike asked.
"Maybe."
Willow couldn't take it anymore, the pressure of her curiosity was too much and she yelled, "Don't maybe me, missy, tell me what I want to know!"
Both Faith and Spike just stared at her. Willow blushed to the roots of her hair.
"Sorry, I was in the moment. I didn't mean to shout."
Faith and Spike snorted in unison, then looked at each other suspiciously when they realized it. The suspicious looks soon turned to leers, which might not have been intentional, since it seemed to be the natural look for both leather enthusiasts.
"So? What'd they say?" Willow said, breaking the moment.