Title: The Babysitter

Author: Azure K Mello

Part: 20?

Pairing: Angel/Spike

Rated: R

Type: AU

Summery: Will talks to his dad's disciple. Angel meets Kate. And Xander strikes up a conversation with an arsehole.

Thank you to snowpuppies for the plot bunny inspired by On the Other Side. Where are you, honey?

Disclaimer: I don't own BtVS.

Free period was always fruitful for Will, but he never did school work. Generally he avoided the library as he had enough social problems without being, "The kid who hangs out with his father the librarian". He had been hanging out in the senior lounge since freshman year. No one had ever argued with his being there as even the seniors were intimidated by him. Today he was rewriting "Good Girls Don't" so that it was now about a guy meeting a transvestite saying that while good girls wouldn't he most likely would. He was planning on forcing Oz to sing it as punishment for his recent weirdness. What Will never understood was why Oz always agreed to go along with it. The generally quiet boy had just shrugged when Will had suggested that he should sing lead one night. Will had said it would have shock value. But the real shock had been Oz's amazing voice.

Sunnydale High had a policy against mobile phones so Will left the lounge and headed for his dad's office. Jenny Calendar was behind the counter reading. "Hey, Jen!"

"That's Miss Calendar when we're here, young man." Will couldn't quell his laughter even though he did make an effort, "Will, pretend I'm an adult!"

"You called me young man!" The last time they'd been together they'd been having a chicken war in a swimming pool. Will and Xander had trounced Jenny and Liz. "You're only a year older than Angel."

"The babysitter?"

"Among other things."

Silence spread between them until she lost her calm and said, "Spill it, William. I know his roommate Willow, I'm her tutor: she's a witch. What's going on with Angel? "

"I don't think I can discuss it with a substitute librarian. After all, you're practically a teacher: this is my personal life and I'm not sure it would be totally appropriate."

"Call me Jen!"

"I don't know, you're a lot older than me. My father's protégée." He shook his head apparently woeful at not being able to confide in her, "How's librarian school? Is learning about the decimal system fascinating?"

"You can come behind the counter," she said in a sickly-sweet voice.

"Can I make an illegal mobile call?"

"Sure!"

"Excellent," he jumped the counter, "Let me go call Angel, y'know, my boyfriend."

Before she could ask any question he had walked into the office and locked the door.

"Hi," said Angel nervously, "I'm Liam Angel O'Rourke. I'm here for Xander Giles?"

"It's so nice to meet you," said the blonde woman, "Xander can't get over you." He smiled, "I'm Kate by the way."

"Nice to meet you."

"Xander!" she called.

The boy looked up from the Barbies he was using to play "murder victim" with Jesse. "'Ngel!" The boy's eyes lit up and he ran across the room throwing himself at Angel and landing mid hip.

"Ooph," said Angel pretending the boy weighed a ton,. He lifted the boy up to rest on his hip better "You're getting so big. You'll be able to carry me soon. How was your day?"

"Good! I di'n't nap!"

He threw the woman an apologetic and commiseration look just before his cell phone went off, "Sorry," he laughed apologetically, "let me just-"

"Go right ahead," said the girl watching the pair with a smile.

"Hello?. . . Hey, you! Say hey to your brother." He looked at the toddler and said, "It's Will."

"Hi, Will!" shouted the boy, not yet polished on the mechanics of using a phone.

"Hello?" asked Angel taking the phone back, "Yes I can pick up tickets. . . You convinced Liz to come with us? Good man. . . four o'clock show? Can do. . . See you at home. . . Bye. . . Bye." Hanging up he said to Xander, "We're going to a movie tonight. But you have to take a nap first." Turning to Kate he earnestly said, "It was great meeting you."

"You too," she replied but her smile was quite as bright as it had been. As she watched them leave she asked God why the cute ones were always gay.

Spike smirked at the sight. The door to his room had been half open and, curious, he had investigated. He hadn't expected to find Angel and Xander asleep in his bed. Angel had a half smile on his face while Xander was sucking his thumb and cuddling Mr. Norbert Buttons. It was 3:30 which meant they'd been sleeping for close to an hour and a half.

"Time to get up," he said softly as he crossed the room to kiss Angel's forehead. "Wake up, boys."

"What time is it?" asked Angel.

And at the same time Xander simply said, "No."

"Movie's in a half hour."

Xander scrubbed his eyes and announced, "I 'ave to wee," he scrambled out of bed and into the bathroom.

Leaning down Will kissed his half comatose lover, "What a great wake up," Angel placed his hands on Will's hips and slowly moved to half sit up and half pull the blond down. "Good day?" he asked but left no time for Spike to answer as he kissed him.

"Getting better by the minute," Will pulled back but couldn't stop watching Angel's lips. "C'mon, up." He saw Xander standing in the doorway and asked, "Did you wash your hands?"

The bathroom was filled with little stepping stools to allow Xander to do everything by himself and to make him feel like a big boy.

"Yeah," he said sounding slightly suspicious. He added more happily, "We're goin' to Ice 'Ge."

"Good boy, yeah, Ice Age. Come on, put your shoes on," he said as he picked up the little shoes and started undoing the laces.

Still standing warily in the door the boy said, "Youse was kissin' again."

"Yeah, buddy, we do that a lot," Will nodded, "come put your shoes on."

The boy seemed pleased by the straightforward answer and went to the bed.

At four o'clock on a weekday the cinema was nearly empty. Will was in the middle with Xander and the popcorn on his lap. "Wanna do a wee, Will."

Rolling his eyes at his brother's tiny bladder Will said, "Back in a mo'," as he handed Liz the popcorn, picked the boy by the armpits, and walked out quickly.

He helped the boy in the loo and was then scrubbing the toddler's hand when Xander asked, "Are you an' Liz sriends again?"

"As friendly as we ever are; we're not fighting."

Xander watched him in the mirror, "Will, am I gonna haves a boyfrien'?"

"Maybe, maybe not. Don't worry, Mum and Dad don't," he distractedly answered as he turned to the paper towel dispenser.

A man turning away from the urinals muttered, "Fag."

"My mummy saids tha's not a good word. My mummy saids you can't use it!"

"Shush," said Will quietly, wanting the man to leave quickly.

"Oh, that's real sweet: family togetherness. Perverts." Will kept his eyes down and said nothing the man gave a disgusted snigger and walked out.

"He didn wash his han's!" gloated Xander, "He'll get sicked from germs!"

"Yeah, one can only hope. Let's get back before Buffy and Angel kill each other. . . or eat all the popcorn."

A man washing his hands smiled kindly at Will, "He's sweet."

"Yeah," agreed Will with half a laugh, "C'mon buddy."