Title: The Babysitter

Author: Azure K Mello

Part: 18?

Pairing: Angel/Spike

Rated: R

Type: AU

Summery: Liz finds them in a really non-compromising position.

Thank you to snowpuppies for the plot bunny inspired by On the Other Side. I told you that babysitter!Angel could fix the problems.

Disclaimer: I don't own BtVS.

At a quarter to four a soft thudding woke him. It took a moment for him to remember where he was. And then he couldn't stop the huge smile from wiping itself over his face. He kissed Will's curly blond head and settled down to go back to sleep. The thudding noise came again. Soft baby fists, make soft baby noises. Xander was knocking.

"Just a second, buddy!" he called slipping out of bed and riffling through his bag for pants. He nearly fell on his arse as he tried to quickly squirm into them. Grabbing a pair of dark sweats off the floor he tried to dress his comatose lover.

"Is it mornin'?" asked Will sleepily around his thumb.

"No, babe, lift your hips for me."

Will did as he was told as his thumb slipped out of his mouth and he groggily opened his eyes to watch as Angel walked to the door. Unlocking it he swung it open to reveal Xander looking extremely distressed. He stood wringing his hands as he said, "I had a hobbiral nightwear! But Will doesn like peopwl in his woom!"

"Hey, pet. Angel's having a hobbiral nightwear too." Will smirked at the ugly Santas that marred his lover's pant legs. "Anyway, you're allowed in my room. It's just the others who aren't welcome."

"Will's a skweamer," Xander told Angel as he crossed the room.

"What!" asked Angel as he left the door open a little so Xander could leave if he wanted to. He watched as the blond gave his brother a hand up and crossed back over to the bed.

"When I have nightmares," clarified Will as Xander wasted no time in cuddling up to his older brother, "I scream, and I don't like company after a nightmare." The kid was already asleep. Will studied Angel as he climbed back into bed looking like a large, lazy cat. "But I'd like some company now," Angel took his hand, watched the boy who was cradled between them, and fell back to sleep.

Like a well oiled machine the older Giles children always got to school on time. It wasn't because they were good friends who helped each other. In fact, their loathing for one another made it so that they had created an elaborate dance so as to never force them together for any extended period of time. Liz would take a shower and then bang three times on her brother's door to let him know it was his turn. She would go down stairs and put bread in the toaster. Then she would go up to get dressed. Will would run down in a towel to pop out the toast, leaving his sister's buttered toast on the counter for her, and would go back up to pull on clothes. They would meet at his car and drive silently for ten minutes until he dropped her off at Sunnydale Central School. Five minutes later he would be smoking in Sunnydale High's car park

But that Tuesday morning was different. When Liz went to knock on the door it was ajar. As her fist touched the wood it swung open. The scene in front of her made her scream, "You fucking perverts!"

The girl bolted down the stairs. Will sat up and stretched slowly, "Stay with the kid." He nodded to the still sleeping Xander, "Good morning, pet." He kissed Angel's face as he climbed over his prone lover to get out of bed.

But, mum! You have to come home. They're perverts, they molested Xander, it's sick!"

Rolling his eyes Will pulled the phone out of his sister's hands. "Hi, Mum. I'm so sorry."

"What's going on?" asked Joyce sounding bewildered.

"Nothing happened to Xan-"

"I know, honey, don't even finish the sentence."

"Xander had a nightmare and climbed into bed with us."

"Is he ok now?"

Will smiled slightly, "I think he was just afraid without you two here. He misses you. How's work?"

"Met some very nice buyers who want all of the Cartwright collection from the gallery. So I said I would call them when I got home. And Daddy had his first meeting with the representatives from the Council. They finally found the slayer. She's nice. She's from northern California."

"So you're saying she's a hick?" he asked as he sat down at the counter.

"You'd better be nice."

"She's coming here?"

"Yep. You'll like Faith. Have a nice Tuesday."

"You too." Hanging up he turned to Liz, "Get dressed and get in my car."

"Are they coming home?"

"On Thursday night."

He felt ill as he walked back up the stairs. Smiling sadly Angel asked, "Is everything ok?"

"Same as ever," said the blond pulling on clothes. As he walked to the mirror he didn't look at his lover. Pulling gel through his hair Will tried to calm down. Putting metal bolts and loops through holes in his face he chanted silently that she didn't mean it. Applying lip liner and gloss he promised himself it was a stage she'd grow out of. Lining his eyes with kohl he reminded himself that Buffy was just a kid, that he loved her. Once he'd finished his face he spoke softly, "Xan's school starts at ten."

"Will, try to talk to her," Angel said in an equally soft tone.

"She's never forgiven me for making us move here. This is another reason to hate me. She's not gonna stop hating me for dating you. But I'll talk to her."

The first three minutes of the ride were filled with icy silence. Liz sat fuming and looking out the window. And finally when he could take it no more Will pulled off the road onto the hard shoulder.

"I'm gonna be late!" whined Elizabeth.

"I'll write you a note!" He nearly shouted as he pulled at his hair, "I'll only say it once. You can hate me for the heroin, you can hate me for forcing us to leave home, you can hate me for dating Angel. But don't hate me for being gay. Drop all of this "fag" and "pervert" shit. You know that I would never hurt Xander. And it doesn't make you look cleaver or better than me. You're my sister and I love you. I don't want you to hate me but if you have to hate me then do it for something more rational. All right?" he smiled pleadingly.

Liz was silent for a long time before saying, "Fine. This week I'll hate you because of Angel, and next week for the drugs," she smiled too, just a little smile, to show that she knew she maybe wasn't so "in the right".

"Thank you. And, don't take this the wrong way," he said pulling back onto the road, "he's 22. Even if he was straight he couldn't have dated you."

"I'm not a little kid!" she shouted.

"I know," he remember being 11 and thinking he was a grown up. Now he was 17 and realized that he was still a stupid little kid, "But in the eyes of the law he'd be a pedophile. I didn't do this to hurt you. I really like him. And he makes me feel really good about stuff. I'm sorry you like him too. But he wants to be your friend and it could be cool if you tried. We're taking Xander to a movie about Cartoon animals overcoming adversity and I know he'd like it if you came. And I'd like it because you know they'll both get weepy when the dad gorilla dies or what have you and I won't have anyone to heckle it with if you don't come."

"I'll see how much homework I have," she shrugged as they pulled up at her school, "Would you write me a note?" Nodding he got a notebook from his bag.

'To whom it may concern,

Please excuse Elizabeth for her tardiness. We are having a slight crisis and our parents are out of town. Everything is fine now and our parents will be back on Thursday night. If you have any questions please call the babysitter, Angel, on his mobile phone: 555-6241.

William Giles'