Title: Agent Booth
Disclaimer: I don't own Bones or any character from the Joss Whedon-verse.
Pairing: undetermined (hehehe)
A/N: This story takes place a few months after Not Fade Away. This is a story about Angel and Spike after the Shanshu. This story involves the Angel characters, but takes place within the show 'Bones'. If you haven't seen it, it's the story of street smart FBI agent Booth (played by yup…David Boreanaz) paired with smart chick, forensic anthropologist called 'Bones' by Booth. Think Mulder and Scully.
Chapter 1: Undercover
Federal Agent Booth was already running late having spelt in five minutes longer than intended. So he needed to shave quickly, carefully he outlined his face with the blade. Using the mirror to guide his hand then became frozen by it.
It was such a simple task, looking at your own reflection. But it then hit him how much it meant. If you hadn't been able to see your own face for two hundred years, it would take some getting use to. Everything was taking time to adjust to. He still winced when he was out in the sun, and always needed sunglasses. Food was so new and delicious but at the same time his hunger was never again satisfied. Everything was so hard to get use too.
The last time he was human being stripped of his power had been the hardest part. Being helpless against the danger he knew was all around him. This bargain with the Powers That Be was better though, he was the first male slayer.
(Flash back)
-Darkened ally way in the thick of the battle-
Angel had lost Wesley and Gunn was out. Illyria had been generous when she said he would last five minutes. Spike was very badly beaten but Angel knew the fight he had left in him, that's why he never expected what would happen next. As Spike was thrown across the ally by a massive demon he landed on a pile of broken boxes and one hit him in the chest.
Angel will never forget that look he gave him the second before he was dusted. And it was then that he was caught off guard and the scaly green demon plunged the wooden end of this ax into his heart.
It wasn't fire and brim stone that woke him up but a cockney accent and a heavy body on him. He awoke to find a dry and clean Spike on top of him, dressed as usual with his ear to his chest.
"You always have all the bloody luck. I swear how many times a guy gotta die for the PTB to be shanshued. I mean burned alive or... undead, become a ghost. What do I got do change my name then and wear my hair sticken straight up. " Spike said lifting himself up while remaining seated atop him.
A/N: So what do you think this is a very complicated story in my head so review if you think I should continue? And I will try to update my other stories soon sry.