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Title: What if Vampires could catch colds?

Pairing: W/A

Rating: Rating: PG (some bad language.)

Disclaimer: I do not own any one or anything, if I did Willow would be on
Angel. My respect and admiration goes out to Joss of course and the actors
who bring these characters to life and make me love them.

Summary: A sick vampire and a witch who comes into her own!

Author's Notes: In honor of my wonderful cold, I have been inspired to
write a short fic lol

What if Vampires could catch cold?

Everyone was setting in the magic shop talking about the lack of ‘bad guy’
activity as of late. Spike looked at Cordy with contentment as she talked
about her new hand woven silk blouse then praised Angel’s choice in silk.
Spike had finally won his cheerleader two months ago when he saved her from
a nest of nasty vamps. Growling, “Bloody Hell this is boring!”

A shit eating grin crossed Xander’s face, oh yes he was about to start
something. “You could always let Buffy kick your ass. I mean all the times
she’s done it before, you know you got off on it.”

“Oh sod off you wanker!”

“Hey!” Cordelia yelped. “I had best be the only one kickin his ass!”

Once the laughter died down Anya went to help a customer while the others
discusses their plans for the summer. Cordelia was the first to chime in,
“My parents are taking me to Hawaii. We own a portion of beach and have an
incredible beach house there with lots of servants.”

“I’m going a big fat no where,” Xander sighed.

“Well, I’m going to LA to spend time with the father figure,” Buffy added.
“It’s going to be so….”

“AHHHHHCHEEEWWWW!” All eyes turned to Angel, who had a stunned look on his
face.

“Ble…,” a hand quickly clamped over Anya’s mouth.

Spike laughed, “It’s never good to bless a vampire love.”

Angel sneezed two more times consecutively and looked toward Spike as if he
had the answers. Willow put her hand on his arm, “Are you ok? I mean you
look pale. Well even more pale then normal.”

“I really don’t feel all that great,” his voice was deep and muffled from
his stopped up nose. “And, I haven’t sneezed in 240 years,” he whined.

“It sounds like your catching cold,” Giles added with his heady English
accent with an added look of confusion.

“Vampires,” ~cough cough~ “do not get colds!” Angle snapped.

Willow touched the back of her hand to his forehead, “Your warm, kinda like
above room temperature.”

“Maybe you fed off someone with a cold,” Buffy added her comments.

Angel glared at her, “You know I DON’T feed from humans.”

“Besides that slayer,” Spike interrupted, “When a vampire feeds from a
human they can sense the impurities in the blood and know not to ingest it.”

Willow and Spike both could sense the tension that had formed between Angel
and Buffy. Willow wondered why she kept trying to push his buttons and make
him mad. It was almost as if she didn’t want him to be happy or maybe she
wanted Angelus back who knows but Willow was getting tired of it. She
turned to Angel, put her hand on his face and turned him to look at her.
“Did you get your blood from the same place?”

His nerves calmed with her touch and soothing voice, “Yeah, the butcher. I
get two pints ever two days.”

After his third violent attack of coughing Willow pulled him from the
chair, “Cordy, you and Spike want to give us a ride to Angel’s? That way I
can send some of the blood back with you for Giles to analyze. Buffy,
Xander you two go check out the butcher and see if you can find out anything.”

“I can go by myself,” Buffy chirped.

They all looked at her funny, “Fine. I’ll stay here with the G man.”

“Oh wonderful,” Giles moaned under his breath.

By the time they reached the mansion Angel was a lot worse. Willow gave
Spike the blood and hurried him on his way. Angel had made it as far as the
sofa before falling over. She couldn’t hide her giggle at how miserable he
looked. He turned his head toward her, “Hey! It’s been over two centuries
since I’ve been sick so no laughing!”

She took his hand and forced him up, “Come on, lets get you into bed.”
Willow done a double take at the look that crossed his face at her comment,
no he’s just delirious she thought, he’s Buffy’s Angel. Once in the bedroom
she left him to get changed and went to gather some tissues for him. When
she returned he was lying on top of the covers, dressed only in a pair of
sweats, shivering. She pulled a blanket over him and handed him the
tissues. “Angel, have you ever heard of any spell or poison or anything
that would make a vampire sick?”

~sneeze sneeze cough growl~ “There are a lot of spells and a few poisons
that could make a vampire sick but not like this, not this kind of sick.”
He wiggled in the bed and repositioned himself and the covers about 20
times before he whined, “I can’t get comfortable!”

A few hours had passed and Angel was miserable. Willow was setting next to
him on the bed and his head was resting in her lap. She could feel the heat
radiating from him. The only way she had found to calm him was by reading
to him. While she read she ran one hand lazily through his hair and smiled
when she felt his body finally relax.

Buffy walked into the room and took in the sight before her, “Well, isn’t
this cozy.”

“Buffy,” Willow smiled paying no attention to the venom in her friend’s
voice. “What did you find out?”

She tried to get off the bed but Angel held her legs still and growled, “No!”

Willow giggled, Angel, the dark Vampire who vamps and demons of all kinds
feared was laying in her lap whining. Buffy walked over to the bed and sat
down behind Angel. She ran her hand up and down his side coming to rest on
his hip, “I’m here now Angel, Willow can go home.” She reached with her
other hand and pinched his ass.

“Hey!” he yelped incredulously as he leaned farther onto Willow. “Stop that
Buffy, and I don’t want Willow to leave.” He snuggled closer to the red
head, “What did Giles find out?”

Buffy huffed and stood from the bed, “Well why don’t you let you precious
Willow go find out!”

“Way to be a bitch to someone who’s always saving your ass Buffy,” Cordelia
huffed from the doorway. She walked into the room and sat on the bed next
to Willow and the now coughing vampire.

“She’s just jealous that the poof picked red instead of her,” Spike cackled
standing in the doorway Cordy just vacated.

“Fuck you Spike!” Buffy snarled. Then the two began a verbal battle that
was grating on Angel’s nerves.

He groaned as he forced himself off the bed. His legs felt weak, almost the
way that Jell-O stuff looked. Steeling himself he stood between his child
and the slayer, “Spike that’s enough!”

“She bloody well started it!” Angel’s eyes flashed amber and Spike knew not
to test his sire.

Angel turned back to Buffy, “If your just here to start shit or to be the
center of attention then its time for you to go because my world does not
revolve around Buffy Summers and I DO NOT FEEL LIKE THIS SHIT!” Another
hard wave of coughs wracked him as he leaned forward and clutched his chest.

Concerned, Spike walked to his side and much to his surprise his sire let
him support him. “It’s a damn good thing you don’t have to breath peaches,
your lungs sound like shit.”

Regaining his composure he straightened back up. Still holding on to
Spikes shoulder for support he shot a pouty look towards Willow. She
giggled and held out her arms welcoming into her lap. Before he even got
turned around Buffy shoved him hard causing him to fall and hit his head on
the dresser with a resounding crack. Spike was in game face and launched an
attack on the Slayer. He was rewarded with a searing pain through his head.

“That’s enough!” Giles yelled. Having witnessed the whole thing, “Buffy go
home NOW!”

Willow, Cordy and Spike all helped Angel to his feet and back into bed. The
gash on his head was bleeding and his head pounding. Willow cleaned the
wound and laid him down.

Giles handed her a box of Nyquil, “He has a cold. Someone put it in the
pigs blood he got from the butcher.”

Willow opened the bottle and looked at Giles, “Will he be ok taking this?”

Giles took his glasses off and cleaned them, “Yes he will be fine but he
will have to feed a lot to get it out of his system as his body can’t
remove it on it’s own.”

Willow poured the proper amount in to the little cup lifted Angle’s head
and forced him to drink it. He sputtered and made faces for a few seconds,
“That’s just nasty!” They all chuckled and Willow tucked Angel in.

A few days had passed and although he wasn’t well Angel was feeling better.
After his first taste of the cold medicine he refused to willingly take it
again. Some times Cordy would help by holding his nose while Willow sat on
him and poured it in his mouth. Some times Spike held him down and Cordy
held his head still while Willow poured it down. And the one time Willow
was by herself she came up with a brilliant, evil idea, she gave him a kiss
then gently cupped him causing him to moan. Once his mouth opened she
dumped the medicine in and laughed. He vowed to get even with them when he
was pack at full strength.

He and Willow were setting in the living room when Xander barged in. “I
found out who spiked the blood with the cold germs and I really did for get
to knock didn’t I?”

Angel laughed, “It’s ok, just this once though,” he added playfully.

Willow laughed, glad to see the peace between the two. “Who tainted the blood?”

“Buffy! She thought if you were sick that you would have to turn to her for
help. She never counted on Willow being competition.”

“Willow isn’t competition.” Angel didn’t see her face drop at his comment.
“Buffy can’t hold a candle to Willow.” His arms were suddenly full of a
small redhead whom he realized was crying. “What’s wrong little one? Did I
say something wrong?”

She kissed him softly on the lips then smiled up at him, “No, you said
everything just right!”

The door flung open once again revealing a very slutty looking Slayer.
Xander was the first to comment, “Wow Buff, I have to say the hooker look
isn’t flattering for you.”

She glared at Xander before she pranced over to Angel, “We need to talk.”
Slanting her eyes towards Willow, “Alone.”

“I thought I made the word NO clear two months ago Buffy.”

“We both know you didn’t mean that.”

Willow started to stand and Angel grabbed her arm pulling her back into his
lap. She smiled at him, “It’s ok, and you two should talk this out.” He
started to protest but she silenced him, “I trust you Angel.” She and
Xander went into the kitchen.

After twenty minuets of Angel telling her no and her chasing him around the
room he was losing patience, “Damn it Buffy! I love Willow! Why can’t you
get that?”

“Because it’s not true! You know you want me Angel!” She cupped him rather
harshly causing him to wince at the pain. “I can feel how much you want me.”

A loud laugh came from Angle causing her to look at him questioningly. When
he was under control again he looked at her, “Your right Buffy, that’s how
much I want you..IT’S LIMP!” She squeezed him relentlessly with her slayer
strength. He was cringing from the pain trying to force her hand free and
in the process causing her nails to dig into the tender flesh.

Willow and Xander walked back into the room laughing at a lame joke Xander
just told until they saw what was happening. “Let go of him now Buffy!”
Willow yelled. Angel had morphed in to game face unwilling and unknowingly
from the pain being inflicted and ripped Buffy’s had away.

Willow ran to him as he sat on the hearth clutching him self. He tried to
hide his face from her, ashamed of his demon but she caressed his face and
softly kissed him before she spun towards Buffy. “What the hell is your
problem Buffy! You’re all stalker on Angel now.”

“My problem is you,” she snapped. “Think you can do something about it?”

Willows temper was past the boiling point, “Do NOT push me girl!”

Buffy laughed, “What? You gonna turn me into a frog?”

Willow hit Buffy square in the jaw with a right hook and sent her sprawling
to the floor. Angel and Xander both cheered as Willow rubbed her hand. A
very stunned slayer stood and brushed her self off. “This is far from over
Willow!” she sneered.

“If you think you got it slayer bring it on!” Willow growled.

“You will pay for this you slut!” Buffy yelled as she walked out the door.

“What ever Buffy,” Willow scoffed as she turned back to the two men who
were staring at her in awe. “What?” she asked as her normal shyness crept
back in.

Angel pulled her into his arms and kissed her passionately, “I’m impressed
kitten. I hate being sick but it was worth it to see you knock her on her ass!”

“Gonna have to start calling you Rocky,” Xander teased. “Wait till everyone
hears about this!