TITLE: Spike
Was There
AUTHOR: AmethystxX
RATING: PG
PAIRING: A/S
Disclaimer: I
don’t own anything so don’t try and get all posessive
about your characters, I’m just using them to act out the crazed ideas running a muck in my head.
Summary:
One-Shot. Wherever you were, he was there. You’d turn around and become
accustomed to the fact that he’d be there. But one day, you turned. He wasn’t
there. Not so much implied Slash, but an underlying relationship. Crap summary!
WARNING: The
warning will give away the plot :(
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Spike
was there
Angel
walked up to Harmony, grabbed the mug of blood that
she was holding and listened with disinterest as Harmony told him what meetings
he would be having that day. Angel walked into his office, Harmony now gone
from his side, stopped at his desk and sighed. He looked to his black leather
couch which had been invaded.
With a
smirk fully in place, his pale skin contrasting with the black, Spike was
there.
Angel rounded
his desk and sat down, he rearranged the papers that
lay on top of it absently. He looked out the door to his secretary. Harmony’s
eyes were red and puffy, a tissue was clutched firmly
in her left hand. She rapped her right-hand finger nails on the table top, her
eyes staring slightlessly ahead of her. Angel turned
away.
Wesley
walked into his office, greeted Spike with a nod and got straight to business,
“Angel, as usual I become the bearer of bad news. It appears that two of Sebassis’ demons have ‘nested’ in the sewers and are luring
unsuspecting victims to them. They have killed many and we need them taken care
of as soon as possible, Sebassis has no problem with
us killing them since they are ‘A lost cause’ as he stated.” Wesley held out
the sewer system chart to Angel.
“These
demon’s are incredibly huge physically, and not to mention strong, but they are
not very smart. But please keep in mind that they will not hesitate to kill
anyone they see as a threat. They will crush you” Wesley gave the two vampires
his luck and left the room.
Angel
headed towards the weapons cabinet, his face bathed in sunlight. He grabbed two
large swords and threw one casually behind him, he
turned and saw the sword being caught by Spike, knowing that he’d be there when
he’d threw it.
Angel walked
over to the windows, and watched as rain pelted down from the dark sky above.
It didn’t affect the life in the streets below though.
They were
having a party, completely oblivious to the fact that another apocalypse was on
its way. Angel decided that he envied humans, envied them for being normal and
for not having to deal with the demons that lived among them. Angel brought his
finger-tips against the glass and followed them with his eyes as he slowly moved
them downwards against it.
Angel
walked out his office with Spike, got into the
elevator with him and went down to the basement. They climbed into the sewer
entrance and started their treck to the east side of
the sewers. Angel looked behind him every now and then, not knowing why he took
comfort in the fact that Spike was there, but welcomed the feeling with open
arms. Spike grimaced, “Cor, do you smell that?” he choked out, fanning his hand
in front of his nose. Angel closed his nostrils with his fingers, “Not going to
now that you’ve smelt it” Angel grinned as Spike glared at him.
“I should
have paid closer attention” Angel whispered, his eyes still following his
finger tips. He heard rather than saw Harmony stiffle
a sob and blow her nose. Angel’s eyes glazed over.
Angel was still grinning when he was shoved forcefully by Spike,
to land in an ungraceful heap on the floor. He looked up in time to see one of
the two demons they were searching for punch Spike in the face with such force
that he was sent hurdling into the wall, his head instantly taking the full
brunt of the attack. Angel growled, leaped up and shoved his sword through the
demon’s back, wincing at the roar that it released. The wind was knocked out of
him as he was thrown backwards.
Angel
looked up and his eyes widened as the second demon headed towards Spike, who
laid unconsious against the opposite wall. He got up
only to be grabbed in a crushing embrace by the demon, the sword still sticking
out from his back. He watched as the demon picked up Spike by his neck and held
him above ground.
Five red
streaks were left in the fingers tracks. Angel lifted his hands, held them palm
up, to see dark, encrusted blood coating them.
“Will all
great
Fred smiled
ruefully at Angel from the door, as she watched him from the shadows.
Angel
grabbed and twisted the sword until it speared the demons heart. The demon went
limp and dropped to the floor. Angel grabbed the sword and looked up at the
remaining demon. Spike was still in his grasp but his head was now being
repeatedly smashed down against the wall, making Angel gratefull
that he was unconsious.
Everything
after that was a blur to Angel. He vaguely remembered killing the remaining
demon and the rest of the journey to Wolfram and Hart. He remembers Fred’s calm
face, yet panicked voice as she urged him to let go of Spike. His head had been
split open, blood pouring out of the wound as Angel desperately tried to stop
the flow with his hands.
Angel
watched through the windows as Fred and some other nurses closed sewed up the
wound and set up an IV into Spike, feeding him blood. Fred looked at Angel and
tried with all her might to smile, but she couldn’t. she
turned away. Gunn was sat on the chair beside Angel, he looked up from time to
time, watching Angel’s expression. He prayed that Wesley wouldn’t be stupid
enough to walk through those doors.
Gunn
recognised the last time he saw that look on Angel’s face.
Harmony
walked up to stand beside Fred, her heels clicking. She fumbled through her bag
and got out a clean tissue, handing it silently to Fred with a sad smile. Fred
took it, her eyes not moving from Angel’s form.
“He said anything
yet?” Harmony asked, gesturing to Angel. Fred shook her head.
“Angel?”
Fred asked as she came out the room a few minutes later. Gunn got up and stood
beside Angel, placing his hand reassuringly on his shoulder.
Fred took
a deep breath, “He lost a lot of blood and his skull was badly damaged” She
shifted and tilted her head up, trying to contain her tears, “I know that usual
Doctors would tell you bad news but make it sound hopeful but I can tell that
you want it straight”
Angel
clenched his hand, lost in the memories.
“There’s
little to no hope that Spike will wake up. Some parts of his skull has lodged
itself inside his brain tissue which has basically made Spike unable to
function” Fred stated, her voice clouded over with grief, “We can either keep
feeding him blood through the IV which is keeping him ‘alive’ or…” Fred
swallowed, “Or…we can stop…and let him die” Fred stared at Angel straight in
the eye, “I’m sorry. You two had gotten pretty close over the last couple of weeks”
Harmony shook
her head, “This doesn’t seem real” she mumbled, Fred turned to her curiously,
“Everything that’s happened. It’s like time has stopped and that your stuck in a loophole where there is grief, and only
grief. God, I can’t imagine how Angel must feel” Harmony said, wiping at a few
tears.
Fred nodded
in agreement, “Over a hundred years they knew each other. They were friends,
possibly lovers, enemies, then friends again. That’s a hell of a lot of
memories, and a truck load of grief that comes with it” Fred spoke, dapping at
her eyes.
“Darla,
Buffy, Doyle, Cordelia, Connor…Cordelia again” Fred whispered, stating everyone
that Angel cared for and loved throughout the years, “Spike” she sighed, she
plucked up her courage and walked over to Angel.
Fred
kneeled down to eye level with Angel, as he sat on the chair next to Spike’s
bed, “Come on Sweetie…”
“…You need
something to eat and to clean yourself up…”
“You can
make the decision later, we have as long as you need to decide” Fred spoke
calmly, running her fingers through his hair. Angel turned to
her and shook his head, “No. I don’t want this delayed any longer than I
have to. I’ve already made my decision. There’s no need to wait” Angel kissed
Spike on his forehead.
Angel turned
to Fred, his hands still in front of him, them shaking furiously. Fred smiled
at him, and gently guided him to his penthouse elevator.
Angel
gently pulled the IV from Spike’s arm and placed the needle on the tray beside
him. He took the stake out from within his leather jacket and turned to Fred.
She placed her hand in his, “Your not alone,” She said
softly. Angel looked at Spike and picked up the leather duster that laid on the foot of his. He stroked it loving with the hand
gripping Fred’s, sharing the feeling. He then plunged the stake through Spike’s
chest.
Fred picked
up Spike’s leather Duster as Angel walked with her numbly into the elevator,
“Kind of Ironic. My son and childe stolen from me by the voice of the same man”
Angel said. Fred silently hoped that Wesley would never return to Wolfram and
Hart, after getting the memories back about Connor, she fully understood why
Angel doesn't trust Wesley.
“You know
what I think?” Fred didn’t wait for Angel to answer, “I think he’s looking down
on us now. From heaven” She smiled, “He got too good a soul for hell” She
whispered softly.
Before the
doors closed Angel looked at the black leather couch, a tear slipped down his
face.
Spike
wouldn’t be there.
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