Title: The Babysitter

Author: Azure K Mello

Part: 12?

Pairing: Angel/Spike

Rated: R

Type: AU

Summery: Will talks to Angel.

Thank you to snowpuppies for the plot bunny inspired by On the Other Side. I love my icon!

Disclaimer: I don't own BtVS.

Although they played three rounds, Xander nearly cried when they left. He wanted to go with them to the beach. He wanted to see them together. Will was smiling and that made Xander feel happy. It took twenty minutes for the pair to convince the little boy that he would be bored.

Will was pleased that his sister had slept through Angel's visit. Noticing his boy's quietness Angel asked, "What's wrong?"

"I'm angry at Buffy," Will said softly, not taking his eyes off the road as he drove.

"Why?" Angel was very confused.

"Xander said he heard that fags go to hell on tv. He's lying. Whenever he says something he thinks might be bad he blames it on tv. He covers up for whoever told him. He didn't learn about fags from PBS. I'll give ya three guesses and the first two don't count."

"Liz." Will nodded but said nothing, "Why do you let her bother you?"

"She's my sister." Will's words were soft.

Sighing Angel unbuckled his seatbelt and slid over the bench seat. He kissed Will's cheek and said vehemently, "Fuck your sister."

"That would be illegal," said Will with a little smirk. He leaned into Angel but kept his eyes on the road. ". . . Is it stupid for me to want my sister to not hate me?"

"You're not stupid. Maybe you should be nicer to her."

"She's my sister. I'm not meant to be nice to her. I mean I love her, but still, we aren't friends. You don't understand, you don't have a sister."

Angel said nothing for a minute and then said, "It'll work out. Don't think about her."

Leaning into Angel Will said softly, "We'll be at the beach in five minutes. Nice day for it."

"Yeah it's not too cold." Angel sounded oddly stilted as though he were still thinking of their last conversation.

"No," agreed Will, "Christmas is coming soon. .. . Do you do Christmas? The Rosenbergs are Jewish right?"

"Yeah. Shelia always took me to Midnight Mass on Christmas Eve. They had a little tree and a menorah. I got presents from Santa but none from the Rosenbergs, of course looking back," he laughed. "But I always got Hanukah presents. It was weird. My family was uber Catholic. I mean we moved over from Ireland when I was eight. So it was a huge change. They tried to keep things normal for me. Ira took me to Mass every Sunday. He wore his yamica into the Catholic church." He laughed again, fondly. "They took good care of me."

Will shrugged, "They love you." Pulling into the car park he saw it was empty. It was 55 degrees, cold by Southern California's standards. No one was mad enough to go to the beach. No one except Will and Angel. And it made the blond happy. He wanted the college boy all to himself. As he pulled the keys out of the ignition he pounced on Angel, "And I can see why," he said against Angel's lips.