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Couch Confessionals 2/?
Author: claudia6913
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: A/S
Summary: *Spoiler for AtS Season 5* What's up with the couch in Angel's office? Everytime Angel and Spike sit on it they end up
confessing something new. Where will it lead? Set during and after 'Hellbound'.
Warnings: Slash m/m
Disclaimer: I, unfortunately, do not own anything, it's all in the hands of Joss and Co.
Distribution: SoG, Vampyre Haven, BBB, and anywhere else I post. All others just ask.
Spoilers: AtS Season 5
Author's Notes: Ok, so I'm bored, wanted some Spike and Angel action which got me to thinking about the little confession Angel made about
Spike's poetry while they were sitting on the couch in his office.
Takes place during and after 'Hellbound'. I kind of reworked the ending, made Spike corporeal a little sooner then in the show.
Everything has happened up until the point Spike and Angel get to his office. This was supposed to be all smutty, but then it went to a
serious and angsty place.
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Spike walked purposefully down the hall, through doors and walls.
People avoided him, even though he couldn't do anything to them, not really. He was pissed off. The talk with Angel had delved too deep into emotions he'd long ago hidden away.
"Bloody Ponce!" Spike yelled, scaring two interns. Anyone who knew Spike, en-souled or not, knew he was upset when he didn't even stop to gloat at causing fear in others. No, this Spike was on a mission. Single mindedly plowing his way through Wolfram & Hart to his destination.
Finally he reached it, coming to a halt just outside the doors. Spike didn't want to hear 'I don't know's', and 'We're working on it's'. No, this time, he wanted answers. Needed them like he used to need blood or Dru. This constant 'on the verge of Hell' was getting to the blonde. He was never known for his patience, and Hell was trying his. He could feel it like a tingling on his ghostly neck. A cool sensation that promised heat and fire so hot you would wish it really did burn. Steeling himself, Spike took an un-needed breath and walked through the doors to get his answers.
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"Angel," Gunn said from the door. He was getting no answer from the still vampire on the couch. After a few minutes, Gunn tried again, walking fully into the room. "Yo Angel..."
"Huh?" Angel asked. He was clearly lost in his thoughts, hands still tracing his lips, wishing Spike was still there tracing them with his own, real hands. Gunn had been talking again, now calling his name, bringing Angel back from his thoughts.
"I'm sorry. What did you say?" Angel asked.
"Well, while you were zoning on your couch, Spike was scaring some of the employees. They say he was muttering something about a 'ponce'--"
"Don't worry about him," Angel said cutting Gunn off. "Do you know where he went?"
"They saw him standing in front of the Research Department, just standing there talking to himself. Do you want someone to go make sure Fred is ok? They were saying he looked pretty damn mad," Gunn said trying to read Angel's brooding expression.
"No, uh, it's ok. I'll go make sure everythings ok," Angel said and left the office. Gunn stared at his retreating back in confusion. There was just something wrong to him.
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Spike inhaled a breath, filling his ghostly lungs to calm himself, and walked through the doors. He saw the person he was looking for writing on a whiteboard in her office. Walking with a purpose, he went up and stood beside her.
"Anything yet, Luv?" he asked Fred, startling her and making her yelp in surprise.
"Spike! Good, you're still here, and...and not <i>there</i>," Fred said smiling at him.
"Looks that way. Though, I don't know for how long."
"Oh," she said with some sadness in her voice. "Well, I'm working on something now that would alter this reality to bend to yours," she babbled, making more notations on the board, "causing an EMP pulse wave...that would wipe out every electronic in a ten thousand mile radius..." Degected by the failed theory, she sumped into her chair and sighed.
"I'm sorry Spike. I'll keep trying. This was a long shot anyways."
"It's all right, Ducks. Least you're trying, actually seeming to care," Spike said turning away from her to look out the window on a world he could no longer effect.
"Do you mean Angel?"
"Ya know, they're right about you Fred. You are the smart one. Yeah, the great Angelus, bloody ponce. His favorite Childe has front row seats to see Satan himself and the stupid bugger can't even be bothered to care. I mean, I know I haven't been all soul having as long as him, but I do have one you know. It's there, eating away, settling in. He won't even tell me what to expect. I mean he went to Hell, spent three hundred years there. He knows what it's like!" He stilled when his rant had ended. Just stood there shivering as if he could feel cold, as if he could feel anything at all.
Fred stood there. She didn't know how to comfort him, didn't know what to say. She knew what it was like to be lost. To feel so alone in a world full of people. Absently she tried to reach out to lay a comforting hand on his shoulder, but it fell through him. Turning around Spike gave her a wry smile.
"Uh, so I should probably look for some other solutions to your, uh, problem," Fred said nervously going back to her notes and flipping through them.
"Yeah," Spike said absently. He really wanted a cigarette, or a mug of blood, anything to make him feel alive again.
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Outside Fred's office Angel slumped down to the floor, hanging his head so passers-by wouldn't see the tears in his eyes. He sat there listening in while his boy ranted and raved about how he thought Angel didn't care. How many times now has he failed Spike? Too many, and now his boy was going to Hell. Angel vowed to himself that he would try to help Spike, because not even he deserved a fraction of what Hell could offer someone like him.
Getting up off the floor before anyone could see him, he quickly wiped his eyes and headed for his office. Angel was making a mental list of everything he had done wrong. 'I left him, came back and then left again in China,' he thought. 'I abandoned him for years with my crazy Childe, his Sire. As if that wasn't bad enough, Angelus returned in Sunnydale to torment him, yet again. I never really listened. I thought I cared. But I didn't, not really. It all began with the curse in Romania, back in 1898...'
TBC.......
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