BY: Ann of Midnight
DISCLAIMER: I don’t own any of the shows I borrowed characters from… I can’t believe we still need to write these! UGH!
SUMMARY: Check the title..
SPOILERS: Post Angel season 3, Buffy season 6, and I guess, Highlander, Endgame.
RATING: PG right now. Will probably change later.
PARINGS: Angel/Methos (That means SLASH, children)
FEEDBACK: Definitely need it.
AUTHOR’S NOTE: This is for me, because there should be more fic about these two. I don't know how long it will be, or where it's going just yet. But like all my other fics, there will be an end.
I was finally about to disappear again. The thought gave me comfort. After a much too long run as Adam Pierson, and puttering around Paris spending insane amounts of money making everyone think I would stay there, I left. Left Paris for New York, New York for Washington State and after an obligatory stop in Seacouver, drove down to Los Angeles where I was to ride on a supply ship to Hawaii and then find my way to Micronesia. Seemed simple enough at the time.
Seemed simple enough until some ridiculously clad biker immortal flagged my taxi on the highway and made me get out. Stupid git.
So, down to the deserted beach we jumped, middle of the night, and platitude, platitude, platitude, clang, clang, clang across the dirty area we went. Didn’t know a thing about me; too young. Head full from recent victories, I could tell.
He's not badly trained either, and I almost want to laugh, but I’m pissed at missing my boat. We're still fighting and I feel the urge to yell something ridiculous like 'I hate you, you stupid arrogant little baby'. I finally get good balance in the sand and start attacking. The ignorant sod didn’t bank on going up against Death. I take his head and watch it roll off, a surprised look on his previously confident face. I’m going to steal the bastard’s wallet after, and sell his high priced motorcycle. Keep myself in beer until I can figure out where to go from here.
Ow! I think, as the quickening smashes into me. The rush of pain, pleasure and a million volts of electricity come at me, again and again, until I am finally allowed to pass out.
When I come to, I am being dragged. I open my eyes to see I am still on the same area of beach, but going towards a small cavern, tucked away in a the steepest part of the cliff.
The man lets me go once inside, and I push away his helping hand, getting up to dust myself off. I un-tuck my shirt because there is so much sand there I will be finding some for weeks. I also need to take off my pants and shake them out, but for now I need to get away.
I look at the man in the darkness to size him up. Dark hair with platinum tips, white as a sheet and gaunt looking. Piercing blue eyes. Where have I seen those before?
“Dr. Adams?” The man asks, in a watered down North London accent. Well, that answers it, sort of.
“Dr. Adams?”
“I went by that name once, what do you want?”
“I don’t know if you remember me,” he says, stepping closer.
“Ah, yes. William. You know it’s always hard to forget people who have KILLED YOU, no matter how old you are,” I say, irritated.
“Yeah, sorry ‘bout that mate. Sorta got turned.”
“Sorta?”
“Okay, so I was turned. I didn’t know you were a demon.”
“I’m not a demon, I’m an immortal.”
“Okay.”
“Nice chatting with you Will, but I really must be going. I have a bike to sell.”
William, apparently, had other ideas, and blocked off the entrance.
“I need your help.”
“I need to get my sword.”
“Sorry,” he shrugs as he lets me pass. “I was going to go back for it, but you woke up. Saw the fireworks though, and lopping the guy’s head off like that. Good show,” the vampire said, almost sadly.
William follows me out the cave and to the site and to my sword, watches me put on my coat and hide it in the lining. He keeps watching me as I pilfer the man’s wallet and got my hands on his keys.
“You still here?” I ask in a slightly irritated tone.
“Doctor Adams?”
“Just Adam now, until I split anyway. What is it you want?”
“Angelus,” he says shakily. “He’s in there,” he points to the black sea.
“What?”
“I feel him. He’s in there. I don’t know how to get to ‘im.”
“What do you mean he’s in there?”
“I’ve been here for a month. He’s in there, I know he is.”
“Angelus?”
“It’s Angel, really. You know he has a soul now and everything,” he scoffs.
“Right, I heard.”
“So, can you help me?”
“William. I liked you. I really did. I’m probably the only one who did back then, save your mother, but I’m not Doctor Adams and you’re not William Richards.”
The vampire changes into his true face and growls at me.
“Why haven’t you gotten him out?” I ask calmly.
“I’m weak. I haven’t had a decent meal in years. Plus I don’t got the quid.”
“Can’t you scare someone into helping you?”
“No. Spiky can’t hurt humans no more,” he spits out angrily.
I almost laugh. I glance at my watch to confirm I have no chance of making my transport and shake my head. I’m going to help him. Why? Because of that damned Boy Scout’s instincts rubbing off on me? Because I’m bored? Or because I really, really, really want to see Angelus again?
“Meet you out here tomorrow at dusk. I’ll have a boat and supplies.”
“Bring something to break through metal, he’s probably attached to something.”
“Yeah, been there, done that.” I say, shaking off total recall.
“And some blood. Bring some blood.”
“And where, pray tell, am I supposed to get that?”
“Butcher shops.”
“Right.”
“So…”
“What?” I ask the vampire, turning back towards him.
“Do you think you have enough room for me? Haven’t had a decent shower in ages.”
“I can smell that.”
“So?”
“Oh, come on.”
“Thank you,” he whispers shyly.
“Don’t thank me yet. We’re not attracting attention tomorrow. We’ll go with a small boat, some lights, minimum crew. That means you’re going in, boy.”
“I figured as much.”
