TITLE: Liablilities
AUTHOR: Rainie
EMAIL: [email protected]
DISCLAIMER: Joss, not I.
DISTRIBUTION: Please ask first
CATEGORY: A/D
RATING: PG
PART: 1/1
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Set after Angel learned about Riley, after Faith woke up from coma and Buffy after paid him a visit in LA...
Liabilities
"God, you're so pathetic!"
"Spike!"
"In the flesh."
"What…???"
"Heard about your little encounter with our favorite slayer."
"So what!?"
"Will you stop it already, Peaches!"
"C'mon, Spike, spill or get lost!"
"Your wish is my command,."
"Just get it out of yer system."
"You can't go on like this."
"Pardon me???"
"Get over the bloody bitch and…"
"Spike!!!"
Okay, okay, let me put it like this - you gotta find someone…"
"Yeah, right, look what happened the last time!"
"Someone who's not the slayer!"
"Spike, why are you here?"
"What about a friend? Someone to look after..., someone to…"
"Are you offering?"
"Nah! Although, there might be someone…"
"What the heck are you talking about?"
"You may wanna come and see for yourself."
"Dru???"
"Initiative got her."
"Initiative???"
"Soldiers."
"Soldiers???"
"Same bastards that got me chipped."
"Oh."
"She's like this since I got her out a couple of weeks ago."
"So what do you expect me to do?"
"Taking her down to LA?"
"Me? Taking Dru? You must be…"
"Blast it, Peaches, look at her. She doesn't feed. She doesn't talk. She doesn't even bloody move."
"Why me?"
"C'mon, Angelus, you can't be that dense."
"What about Buffy?"
"What about her?"
"I suppose she…"
"No she does not know, and no I am not gonna tell her anytime soon."
"But…"
"Bloody hell, Angelus, can't you for once think about anybody who's not the slayer - she's your childe for fuck's sake!!!"
"Yeah, my childe…"
***
"So, what am I gonna do with you?"
"Getting her out of this joke of a gown would be a start."
"Cordelia!"
"And her hair, look at her hair…"
"Cordelia!!!"
"What? I'm just being helpful."
"We are not talking about fashion!"
"So?"
"I take it, you've already met Drusilla?"
"Briefly."
"She has been held captive by the Initiative."
"Gosh, look at her nails. Dark coral is just so much yesteryear."
"Eh, what???"
"Nail polish."
"Ah."
"Captive - Initiative - go ahead!"
"According to Spike, she hasn't fed or talked since he got her out."
"Well, what would you say to a person who thinks of the Sex Pistols as…"
"Cordelia!!!"
"So he dumped her on us, hoping for you to find some miraculous cure."
"That would be one way to put it."
"And she's like this since he got her out?"
"So I was told."
"Hm…"
"Any ideas?"
"The gown, definitely get rid of the gown."
"Right, that was Cordelia. You mustn't be offended by her attitude, she's just really, really…"
"Tactless?"
"Wesley!"
"May I ask to be introduced."
"Wesley - Drusilla. Drusilla - Wesley."
"D-R-U-S-I-L-L-A-?-?-? You invited this dangerous malfunctioning childe of yours into our…"
"She has been held hostage by the Initiative."
"So why didn't you kill her?"
"She is traumatized."
"So what?"
"First, she is my childe, and second this is none of your business, Wesley!"
"Excuse me???"
"You heard me."
"Then tell me again."
"Well, I might be sick of being all by myself."
"Angel, what the heck are you talking about?"
"I might be lonely."
"You are not indicating…???"
"I might need someone in my life - permanently."
"But…"
"You know about the clause."
"This is not about you, or the clause, or Buffy!"
"Everything is!"
"Listen, Angel…"
"No, you listen, Wesley - taking care of Drusilla might be the closest I'll ever get to another person."
"This is ridiculous."
"She's my childe and I screwed up on her once before - it sure as hell is not gonna happen again."
"But…"
"There is no but!"
***
"You mean it?"
"Dru???"
"In the flesh."
"But…how…eh…why…eh…???"
"Well, guess what - this silly chip had the most amazing side-effect."
"You mean…???"
"Yip!"
"Then why didn't you tell…"
"Spike? Dunno. - scared?"
"Scared? Its Spike, we are talking about."
"You know what happened with Darla."
"That's different, I got a soul."
"So what? Somebody put an effin' chip inside my head."
"But Spike…"
"How was I supposed to know he'd been fixed."
"Do you realize, this is the first time we actually talk?"
"And I thought I'd been babbling all the bloody time."
"I'd like to apologize, Drusilla."
"Stop it, Angel."
"But…"
"No!"
"But all the things I…Angelus…we…"
"Don't even go there, I might be neutered, but it sure as hell didn't come with a soul."
"But I really want you to know…"
"Shut up, Sire - you're a vampire, God damn it, it's our nature."
"But Angelus…"
"Yeah, what about him? What is it you wanna hear? That I hate the bloody bastard? That I'd, given the chance, gladly carve out his heart while he watches? It's true, but point is; he's not here!"
"Thank you."
"What for?"
"Everything. Nothing. For just being here."
"Anybody ever told you you're way weird?"
"Nope."
"Consider this to be a first."
"Dru?"
"Hm?"
"Do you think, we could be…"
"We could be what?"
"Friends?"
"Whatever you want, lover."
"Dru!'
"Ex-lover?"
"Drusilla!!!"
"What? Isn't that what we are?"
"Doesn't mean I've gotta like it."
"Poor Angel, I never quite realized we were doing that bad."
"We were not - can we please change the topic!"
"Nah!"
"Is this my eternal punishment? Having the brunette version of Spike attached to my back?"
"You realize, he's not a real blonde…"
"That's not the point!"
"I know, but you're good teasing - a bit."
"Tell me again, why I put up with you."
"Guilt. Make up for pastime abuse…"
"Thank you, that's exactly what I needed to hear."
"Well, that's what friends are for, aren't they. - So, what else; killing my siblings and parents…"
"Drusilla, shut up!"
"…bringing me over…"
"I never thought I'd say this, but I'm really looking forward to motor-mouth visiting you."
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