TITLE: Two Wrongs won't make one Right
AUTHOR: Rainie
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Two Wrongs won't make one Right
"See there she is!"
The gentle redhead solemnly gestured towards the motionless figure that once had been her quick-witted, all buoyant best friend.
"She's like this since…, since…"
The girl hesitated mid-sentence, unsure whether or not to mention the slayer's bastard ex.
The feeling in her guts told her to better shut up, although one look at his troubled dark features clearly stated: "too late!".
Just as Buffy and Spike, Angel hadn't uttered a single word since she'd lead him into the messy, yet comfortable crypt.
"Why is she with HIM?"
His dark eyes balefully drilled into his childe.
Much as he knew it was his fault in the first place, Angel hated to see the blonde round his little girl.
Why couldn't he just love her for good?
Riley…
Just stay with her?
The bastard…
Make her happy?
Sure he'd rather swallow his tongue than admit that in a way he'd actually come to like the dumb git.
After all, hadn't he had the guts to stand up to him - even though it was only because he'd been jealous.
"Willow?"
Angel slowly turned toward the girl.
"Eh…, well…, it's…, she's…, well…, kinda comfy round him…?"
Willow shot a wry smile at Spike, who so far had been surprisingly quiet.
Thinking about it, the blonde hadn't been anywhere near his usual obnoxious self, the moment he'd learned about Buffy.
As much as, he loved taunting the slayer - stirring her up - as deeply he obviously cared for her, too.
But how could she explain this to angel?
The state they'd discovered the slayer?
Locked in his old apartment.
Unshowered.
Dehydrated.
Weeping.
How could she explain that Spike off all had been the only one patient enough to coax her into nibbling on a sandwich, or taking a bath, or going to bed…?
Given, it had been a strange sight to all of them - the man who at more than one occasion had threatened and tried to kill her all of a sudden fuss over and care about the slayer.
She still couldn't get quite over the fact, how levelheaded and placid the former troublemaker had become since he'd taken charge of Buffy.
"Well…," Willow uncomfortably shifted from one foot to another. "If there isn't anything else…"
She quickly headed for the exit.
"Where do you think you're going?"
The dark-haired vampire just as quickly caught her by her wrist.
"It's okay, mate, I asked her to get you here - just in case you wouldn't to yer very own childe…"
"What kinda sick game are you playing, Spike?"
Angel turned to look at the blonde, a dangerous glint of yellow in his eyes.
"It's all right, luvie."
The yellow lit up all the brighter, when Spike almost casually twirled a strand of golden hair.
"He's just showing of!"
Only now, Angel realized that his childe was cradling the slayer to his chest.
Buffy…
His love…
She seemed so frail.
Almost as though unable to sit up by herself.
Then it hit him - that's probably what it was…
"What's the matter with her?"
His anger vanished.
If Spike, indeed, had arranged for Willow to contact him, something had to be seriously wrong.
As their relationship was, his childe would never volunteer to get in touch with him if there was the trace of a chance he could manage by himself.
"See if you can hold her for a sec."
Spike carefully disentangled himself from the girl and gestured Angel to take over his seat.
The dark-haired man hesitated for a second, but the low heart-breaking whine had him by her side in an instant.
"It's alright, sweetheart, I've got you…"
The whimper increased.
"Spike?!?"
He panicky called out for the blonde.
The other man was back within the fracture of a second, looking slightly disappointed.
"Bloody hell," he gently swore under his non-existent breath. "I would have sworn she wouldn't mind you round."
He carefully picked her up and once again headed for the fridge.
"She absolutely hates the smell," he grinned as he packed the microwave with several fat blood bags.
"well, seems you've gotta put up with it, pet!"
He nudged his nose against her forehead.
All the while Angel watched them in awe.
If somebody would have told him there'd come, a day Spike of all would be caring for Buffy…
"Catch!"
A warm blood bag smacked into his chest and abruptly interrupted his line of thoughts.
Wonder all over him Angel watched the blonde's every movement.
"Alright, I'm listening!"
He finally offered, when Spike didn't make a move.
"Well, you tell me!"
The vampire muttered around his liquid meal, his blue eyes smirking at the slayer's in obvious disgust scrunched up nose.
Angel got the message and waited for his childe to finish his snack.
He was shocked about Buffy's condition.
What the heck had happened to her since he'd seen her last?
Sure, break-ups were pretty nasty things…
But this…
This faint apathetically something…
She was so anything but the Buffy he recalled…
"C'mon, midget, I didn't go through all the trouble of nicking rolls and jam from the grocers for you to just look at it!"
Truly fascinated Angel kept watching the blonde.
After all, patience was one of the few qualities he'd never connected with his restless wild childe.
"It's not Fishboy, so much is for sure."
Spike eventually spoke up, after he'd managed to cajole her into swallowing two pieces of bread followed by a big gulp of milk.
"If anything he's been a convenient fuck."
Angel growled at him choice of words.
"She so much wanted to move on - to forget - to believe she'd found a new love…"
This was one of the rare occasions, Angel realized, his child was dead serious.
"Unfortunately, and not quite unlike a certain vampire, she never…"
"Shut up Spike!!!"
Deeply hurt, Angel jumped to his feet.
Oh yeah, he knew exactly what the blonde twit was hinting about…
And much to his annoyance, he secretly suspected his childe might be right.
They had never talked.
He had never tried to explain.
In the beginning, it had been too painful.
And as time had gone by…
It had just been all that much easier too simply pretend…
"I…, we…, we can't be together…, if that's what you mean…"
"You're such a self-righteous bastard, Angelus, don't you see you've done exactly the same thing to Drusilla and me???"
Stormy blue eyes collided with chocolate brown orbs.
"Sure, we wouldn't have been too thrilled about the whole soul thing - but after so many years… Didn't we deserve an explanation? Didn't we deserve a proper farewell? Didn't we…"
In stunned amazement Angel watched the blonde blinking away angry hot tears.
Until today he hadn't even thought…
"I'm sorry, Spike," he whispered. "I didn't…"
"Yeah, damn right, you didn't think! And right now you're doing it again," Spike angrily spat. "Look at her, angelus, get that bloody stick out of yer arse and look at the girl - she's nineteen! Nineteen, god-damn-it!!!"
Nineteen..
Slayer…
Designed to die young…
Designed to die alone…
The words keep echoing inside of my head.
Maybe he's riight.
Maybe I've been an idiot.
"They're going to send her to Romania."
"They are doing what???"
"Romania."
For several long seconds their eyes quietly met.
"But what about her home? Her family? Studies? Friends?"
"She's the slayer. I s'pose she oughta be happy she's had that much of a life…"
Angel jumped to his feet, involuntarily reaching for the tiny blonde girl.
His hand, however, stilled mid-air, unsure whether his gesture would be appriciated.
It was Spike, who in the end grabbed hold of his wrist and who urged him to sit next to them on the loveseat.
"I like her!"
The younger man grimmly declared, a fervorous blush heating his usually alabaster white cheeks.
"You realize she's scared shitless," he quickly went on, when his sire failed to react. "her time's up, mate, and she sure as hell knows it."
Rubbish…!"
"There won't be any Scoobies in Romania…"
In a totally and of all un-spike-ish gesture the peroxide blonde leaned into his chest.
"They've gotta go on with their lifes, sire, studies, families, work…"
Angel couldn't say, who of the was more shocked, when his hand all of a sudden developed a will of its own and tenderly tussled his childe flaxen locks.
He let out a low purr, before his brain caught up and his cheeks viciously flushed.
"C'mon, Spike," embarrassed, however, determined to seize the day, Angel headed for his childe's king-sized bed. "It's been a long night," he stated. "Let's lay down for a while, we could all do with some sleep."
Much to his surprise, Spike didn't object.
Holding on to the motionless slayer he quietly flopped down next to his sire on the duvet.
+He would have made a fine parent.+
Angel thought, as he watched the blonde fuss over his love.
For once he didn't mind.
Which in his case actually was scary and came as a total surprise.
But watching the two - his childe laying on his back, with Buffy carefully draped across his chest… - it kinda made him feel strangely content.
"I'll think of something!"
He rolled to his side and put his strong arm protectively around Buffy and Spike.
Several minutes passed by, then he felt reluctant cold fingers threading through his.
He gently squeezed the smaller hand, quietly reassuring Spike, telling him it would be okay.
Another few minutes went by.
"So you're not gonna leave us - again?"
His long dead heart clenched painfully by his boy's insecure inflection.
Gosh, until today he hadn'd had a clue how much - what he'd assumed to be best for his childer - must have hurt them, though.
The decision was easy.
Here, in the darkness of the crypt.
The closeness of the moment.
"You're my childe," Angel ever so gently kissed his perplex childe on the lips.
"And just because I'm not all clucky and brag," he shot a mock grin at Spike. "Doesn't mean I don't care about what's mine."
He waited, sure his childe just had to talk back.
However…
"That's good."
The unpredictable wuss quietly sighed.
Then drowsy blue eyes drooled and eventually fell shut.
Tbc
TITLE: Two Wrongs won't make one Right
AUTHOR: Rainie
EMAIL: [email protected]
DISCLAIMER: Joss, not I.
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PART: 2/?
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PS:
I know, this one took me forever, but there's been heaps of stuff on me mind…
Thank you guys for the feedback on the first part, and I hope you enjoy this one as well
Two Wrongs won't make one Right
Angel woke up because he thought he'd heard a faint whimper.
Carefully, as though not to startle Buffy and Spike he lifted his head.
However, the bed was empty that was except for him.
That was, when he heard it again.
"It's okay, sweet heart, I'm right here and I'm not planning on going anywhere anytime soon…"
The soft voice was unmistakable Spike's.
So the low whimper had to be…
His heart ached by the mere thought of his golden girl hurting.
Where were they?
He swiftly changed into game-face and quickly scanned his boy's little lair.
Okay, sofa!
But why did Spike have to hold her like this?
Why was he always touching her, or holding her hand?
This was Spike, for Christ's sake!
If anybody should be doting over her it should be him, Angel!
"Was that Angel, last night?"
The growl died on his lips, when he heard his name.
Well, it couldn't hurt to listen for another few minutes, right?
"Yip, the man himself - you want me to wake him?"
This caught him by surprise, Spike definitely had to care for her far more than he thought to actually voluntarily offer to play second.
Good boy, at least he remembered his place!
"You mean he's still here?"
Hey, that hurt!
Of course he was still here, where else would he be when his little girl needed him?
Angel angrily drove his fangs through his bottom lip, uncaring that the smell of fresh blood would immediately let his childe know that he was awake and eavesdropping.
"Yeah, he's still here, you wanna talk to him?"
Why did they have to sit so close?
And why did she allow the little shit to put his arm around her waist?
It had been a bitch to watch her smooching up soldier-boy, but to watch her doing the same thing with his very own childe… no way!
However, despite his cold fury Angel remained perfectly still - he might just as well make use of his current position and find out what was going on between the two of them.
"No, don't - I wouldn't know what to say."
Angel all but jumped out of the bed when he saw Buffy burying her face in Spike's very naked chest.
And why wouldn't she know what to say to him?
They'd always been able to talk - she'd talk, he'd listen.
What the fuck was wrong with this scheme?
"Why is he here anyway? We are not exactly friends anymore…"
We were what???
Better we weren't what???
They'd always been friends, he'd always been there for her.
Why did she think he'd moved to LA?
"Spike, why is he here?"
Did he really have a reason to see her?
Couldn't it just be that he'd sensed her despair and decided to help?
"I've asked Willow to give him a call."
The stupid little prick!
Ho much he must enjoy telling her this.
"Listen, Buffy, I'm sorry, I know I shouldn't have asked her to ring him - but I was worried, we all were worried…"
"It's okay, Spike, I'll be fine."
Everything in Angel screamed to tell the two off, when he watched her nuzzling her face in the crook of his neck, or him kissing her forehead, or her hand holding on to him as though her life depended on it.
What the fuck had gone wrong?
What the fuck had happened between them?
He'd only moved to LA little less than two years ago…
How come she'd moved on just like that - first soldier-boy and now Spike?
Okay, the hadn't had sex, but this was just about the only thing he could be sure of.
The way they looked at one another, the way they held each other close - Angel couldn't even remember if it had been like this between Buffy and him.
Sure, they'd been intimate - in more then the plain physical way - but she'd been so innocent then and he'd been such a sex-starved jerk…
Now this tow…
They seemed so natural around one another, their little smiles and gestures so right…
And it killed him to watch them, tore and shredded his lonely dead heart.
Okay, maybe he wasn't in love with her anymore but why rub it into his face.
It still hurt, hurt so bloody much, worst of all it made him realize just how lonely he really was.
After Buffy he'd held everybody at arm length away.
He hadn't allowed anybody to get close.
Instead he'd nurtured and cultivated the pain in his heart - hoping against hope that if only he suffered long enough…
Why?
What for?
His eyes burned with unshed tears and he quickly buried his face in the pillows.
***
"You're alright there?"
Spike's gaze involuntarily searched out his sire.
He'd known all along that Angel had been awake.
The whiff of fresh blood…
Now Angel was pissed off and he didn't have the trace of an idea what was wrong.
He'd wanted to ask him to join them, but something had told him that Buffy wouldn't be comfortable with that.
And since it was such a rare thing that they actually had a real conversation…
He sighed.
"Angel?"
"What's wrong with her, Spike?"
He heard the hard edge in his sire's voice and felt like a complete jerk.
"She's out of it, mate," he tried to explain, lifting his precious slayer from the sofa and carrying her to the big double bed from where Angel watched them with argus eyes. "It's kinda like Dru, only Dru got the better half of the deal."
He quietly handed the girl over to Angel.
"I mean, she is clear and if you manage to get through to her, she actually remembers…"
Both men quietly gazed at the girl.
She was so beautiful even in her sleep.
"W-w-what? What's wrong with her?"
The low pain filled wine almost freaked the broody dark vampire.
He'd heard the noise before and had a pretty good idea what it meant - but why would she cry out for Spike, if she was right here in his arms?
Spike waited a couple of minutes, hoping that if he allowed her some time to adjust…
However, the whimpering was getting stronger.
He sighed and quietly sat next to his sire.
"You want me to hold her?"
Spike didn't wait for an answer.
He simply took the girl out of her ex' embrace and settled her between his legs so her back would rest against his chest.
The high-pitched wine immediately stopped.
***
tbc