TITLE: Who Are You?

 

CHAPTER: 1

 

AUTHOR: persistenceofmemory

 

DISCLAIMER:  As usual, Joss owns all I'm just borrowing his people.

RATING: R

PAIRINGS: A/S

SUMMARY: Part ofthe SSoS series, after Happy Anniversary. Angel is visiting Spike in Sunnydale and they can't seam to get any alone time. Also the memory loss really doesn't help. R&R please.

 

A/N: Takes place early during Angel season 2 and Buffy season 5. And just pretend that Dawn is home with Joyce and Giles is... somewhere. R&R please.

Angel sat in one of the grungy armchairs in Spike’s small apartment, reading a book. Up until two months ago the blonde still lived in that filthy crypt, until Angel threatened to never sleep with him again, about a week later Spike got his very first apartment. It was the same one Angel used to live in before he turned into Angelus.

Angel hummed quietly to himself as he read A Tale Of Two Cities for what must have been the millionth time in his life. Spike was out with Buffy, patrolling or something. There was supposedly a new big bad in town and Buffy needed Spike’s help. Angel had offered to help but was told by Spike that they could handle it.

Spike came trudging in a moment later, tired, dirty, smelly and limping. He slumped down on the couch as Angel sprang up from his chair and began to tend the blonde’s wounds. “What happened?” Angel asked softly as he helped Spike out of his clothes.

“Warlock.” Spike answered, wincing slightly when his hurt leg was moved to get his boot off. “He’s been goin’ around town, lookin’ for demons who can take out the slayer and the gang.”

Angel suddenly got very concerned. “You too?” He asked while wrapping Spike’s sprained ankle with and ace bandage.

“Unfortunately.” Spike sighed. He leaned back into the couch and continued the story. “Turns out he wanted the slayer’s power, the rest of us were just bonus points. We managed to track him. Buffy injured him, quite badly really, then he sprayed this dust into my face mumbled something and took off.”

“He sprayed you with something?” Angel asked, accidentally tightening his grip on Spike’s hurt foot.

“Careful love.” Spike winced.

“Sorry.” Angel said sheepishly. “So are you okay?”

“Oh yeah.” Spike nodded. “Willow checked me over, said I was fine. The powder was probably just for scare, nothin’ big.”

Angel breathed a sigh of relief. “Good then.” He stood up and helped Spike to his feet. Dropping a small kiss on the younger man’s lips he smirked evilly. “So you wanna...?” Angel trailed off, evil grin getting wider.

Spike smirked back. “Although I love your enthusiasm pet, I’m tired. How about tomorrow morning? The slayer gave me the day off.”

“Sounds good.” Angel kissed Spike again then helped his childe walk to their bedroom and settle into bed.

Angel striped his own clothes then climbed into bed next to his boy, wrapping an arm around his cool back and snuggling close. “Goodnight Angel.” Spike said sleepily.

“Goodnight sweet thing.” Angel whispered back, using his old nickname for Spike. “Dream of blood tonight.” He smirked kissing Spike again.

Spike wrapped his arms around Angel’s neck deepening the kiss. When Angel pulled away, Spike had his own evil grin in place. “Well, maybe just a quickie.”

Angel smirked back and he grabbed the lube from the bedside table. He moved between Spike legs and spread some of the lube across his hardness. He prepared Spike, moved the blonde’s knees over his own broad shoulders and thrust into Spike. The younger man gasped as the cool length entered him and started to move the smooth metal bar along his insides. It was over to soon and both men collapsed onto each other, gasping for air they didn’t need.

Angel pulled out and rolled to Spike’s side. “Okay, sleep now.” He said tiredly.

“Yeah.” Spike yawned, moving onto Angel’s chest and beginning to absently trace patterns over where the brunet’s heart should be beating. “Goodnight, for real this time.” He chuckled slightly and slowly fell into sleep.

The next morning Spike woke up around noon. He didn’t open his eyes though, he just snuggled closer to the cool thing he was laying on. He didn’t know what it was, but he didn’t really care that is until something cold tightened around his back. He opened his eyes slowly and looked at what he was on top of. Brown eyes looked back at him, a soft smile crinkling the corners.

“I was wondering when you were going to wake up.” The other man’s rough voice said. Wait, a man?

Spike jumped out of bed and pressed himself flush against the wall behind him, his eyes darting around the strange room wildly. His eyes eventually returned to the naked man in the bed. The man looked familiar somehow, but it didn’t matter. “Who are you? Where am I?” He asked shakily. “What have you done to me?”

“Spike are you okay?” Angel asked, sitting up in bed and examining his childe with worried eyes. “I mean you didn’t hit your head last night or anything did you?” Angel got out of the bed and tried to walk towards his now shaking childe but he ran to the other side of the room.

“Don’t you come near me!” He half shouted half whimpered. “Now I demand to know what you did to me right this instant!”

“Spike I didn’t do anything to you.” Angel said in confusion, he didn’t understand what Spike was doing. His eyes lit up, maybe it was a game, Spike was always on the kinky side. He decided to play along. “Well, we did have sex last night but that’s nothing out of the ordinary.” He smirked a bit and started to walk towards Spike. “Are we playing a game now? Do I get to be the strong fireman and you the helpless victim?”

Spike ran further away from Angel, out into the living room. “Most certainly not sir. And I would never engage in such acts with a man! Now I demand that you return my clothing at once before I send for the authorities!”

“Spike, I think you’re taking this a bit to far, now lets go back to bed. I’m still tired.” Angel said taking another step towards Spike.

Spike took another step back, the look of fear on his face getting worse. “I will not go back to bed with you! And stop calling me that ridiculous name!”

Angel rolled his eyes. “Fine then, what would you like to be called?”

“My name is William Henry Idol.” Spike said proudly. “And when my father finds out what you’ve done to me you will be in an institution for the rest of your days!”

Angel’s eyes widened in shock. “What’s your name?”

“William Idol.” Spike answered.

“How old are you?”

“Seventeen.”

Oh crap, Angel thought. Okay, not time to panic yet, here comes the bonus question and if he gets this wrong Angel is in deep shit. “What year is it?”

“Eighteen seventy five, I believe. What does this have to do with anything?” Spike, or William, said angrily.

“We have a problem.” Angel explained. “Okay, now I want you to go back into the bedroom and get dressed. There are clothes in the closet that fit you, I know you won’t like them but just wear them for now okay? I’m going to call some people who can help you.”

“And why should I do that? I don’t trust you and I am most certainly not going back into that room with you!” William crossed his arms in defiance.

“If you want to get back home you will go get dressed. I will be out here, calling those people who can help. Now go.” Angel half growled, fighting to erg to game face and scare the boy into obeying.

“Fine then, but you’d better not try anything funny.” He stormed off into the bedroom.

Angel followed him into the room and William yelped in surprise. “Relax, I just need to get some pants then I’ll leave.” He pulled his leather pants off the floor and slid into him. He stormed out into the living room, locking the bedroom door behind him.

“Hey!” He heard William shout from behind the door. Angel ignored it and walked over to the phone.

Dialing the familiar number he waited for someone to pick up. “Hello?” Buffy’s voice answered.

“Buffy its Angel.” He said. “We have a really, really, big problem.”

Back in the bedroom William had given up pounding on the door to be let out. He had now begun to assess the situation. “Alright William old boy.” He said to himself as he begun to pace.

“You’re trapped in a room, there is a strange man outside the door and you’re presumably far away from home.” He began to breathe heavily, even though it really wasn’t helping. “I have no idea how I came to be here and that man insists on calling me Spike, and father is going to punish me if I’m not home by dinner. At least the man gives me a vague sense of familiarity.” He sighed sitting down on the bed.

For the first time he looked at the rumpled sheets, there were a few drops of blood on them and what looked like semen. He stood up quickly, his hand clasped over his mouth. “Oh my God!” He gasped, his eyes still looking at the sheets. “He raped me!” Tears began to fill his eyes as he desperately tried to remember how he’d come to be in this mad house.

He collapsed onto the floor and began to sob. That man burst though the door a moment later. “What’s wrong?” He asked.

William crawled away from him and sat in the corner farthest away from Angel. “You think I don’t know what you did to me?” He said through the tears. “There is blood on the sheets and- and- and semen! You raped me you- you animal!” He began to cry harder.

Angel took a step towards his crying boy but then stopped as William began to cry harder. “Look, it’s not what it looks like William. I didn’t rape you. I would never hurt you, never.”

Angel kneeled down onto the floor still far enough away to make William as comfortable as possible. “Now listen to me. There’s been a...” Angel began to fish through his mind for an explanation. “A mistake.” Angel stood up and retrieved the photo album from the closet. He handed it to William then sat down on the bed.

William gasped when he saw the pictures. There was the man and another man that looked almost exactly like him but a bit older and with different hair. “Who is this man?” He asked Angel.

“That’s Spike.” Angel sighed. “I thought you were him. You see, last night Spike was here and you look like him so I thought you were him. My friends should be here any minute and they will help get you back home and Spike back to me.”

William nodded. “Okay.” He said hoarsely, still looking through the album.

“So why don’t you get dressed?” Angel stood up and walked to the closet. He pulled out a white shirt and some blue jeans, he had bought them for Spike which explained why they where in there in the first place. Spike didn’t wear white but they would do for William.

Angel walked back and handed the shaking man the clothes. “Sorry there are no under clothes but neither Spike or me wear them, this’ll have to do for now.”

William nodded as he stood up, still clutching the album. “Just tell me one thing.” Angel nodded. “Whose blood is that? Mine?”

“Oh no, all that is mine and Spike’s. Not yours.” Angel said reassuringly. “I just remembered, I never told you my name.” He extended a hand. “I’m Angel.”

William shook it. “I’ll get dressed now.” Angel left the room. Once William was dressed in the strange clothing he sat down on the bed again and began to look through the album.

He came across a picture of Angel and this Spike person kissing and he realized that they we’re more than friends. How could the church of these parts not punish such a relationship? Maybe it was all right here. He skimmed through the rest of the pictures. Some of them contained other people. A blonde girl with green eyes, who was quite pleasing as well as two red heads and another blonde woman. There was a brunet man and an older gentlemen, he looked about forty or so.

William was snapped out of his daze when he heard voices coming from the other room. He walked over to the slightly jarred door and looked through the open space. There were the people from the photos, most of them anyways. The young red head was absent as well as the brunet man and the second blonde.

William listened as they spoke. “So he lost his memory?” The short blonde girl said.

“Not totally, he thinks he’s seventeen in England.” Angel sighed. “I can’t wait until he finds out that he doesn’t have a reflection. That’ll be interesting.” He looked at the red head. “I thought you said that powder stuff he got hit with was just for scare?”

“Well I thought so but I guess it was a memory spell or something.” She explained. “Most memory spells either take your memory completely or take you back to a specific time in your life. So what we really need to figure out is what happened to Spike when he was seventeen.”

“He met Angelus for the first time.” Angel answered her. He looked up at the other people in the room. “We’re in deep trouble.”

To Be Continued...

So how do you people like the first part? Will Spike ever get his memory back? And how will he react to finding out he’s a vampire? Suggestions are always good. R&R please.

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