Live The Question
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sevendeadlyfunPairing: Various (none this chapter)
Rating: NC-17 overall (R this chapter)
Warnings: language, a bit of UST and kissage
A/N: Moving the plot forward a bit here, but nothing especially complex. Thanks so much to everyone who has commented. The support is definitely a great thing, particularly when you're feeling grumpy! This is the morning after the alley, and takes place after the Faith/Angel, Spike/Xander scenes.
Previous Chapters Here
Recap:
“Spike, “ Angel whispered, creeping slowly towards the sleeping figure on Oz’s lap. “Look.”
Spike turned his head, and grinned. “Witch and Wolf-boy, together again? This is what you dragged me outta bed for? Gotta say, Angel, you need to get out more.”
“No, Spike. LOOK!” Angel lifted a strand of blue hair from Willow’s head.
“Bloody Hell! No, not again. Not gonna happen again, “ Spike swore.
“Wow. Hair color clearly a group issue, “ Oz stated. “Want to fill me in?”
The two vampires turned cold eyed gazes on Oz and replied in unison, “Illyria.”
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“Wow,” Oz breathed, still stroking the mixed blue red of Willow’s hair. “And I thought he exaggerated.”
“Spike, “ Angel ordered, “ get on the phone. I still have a few contacts. If we can get Willow to the Deeper Well, maybe we can avoid the whole ‘kill millions’ scenario Drogyn told us about.”
“Right, “ Spike nodded, standing perfectly still. “And the sarcophagus would be…where, exactly? Oh yeah, buried under what’s left of your former law firm. Kinda blows yet another crap plan to bits, doesn’t it?”
“Shit,” Angel swore heavily, running his hand through his already mussed hair. “Shit, shit, shit!”
“Whoa, Big Man! If I’da known you’d get this tense after the destruction of evil, I mighta intervened sooner,” a thickly accented voice called from the doorway.
“Whistler, so help me, if you ha anything to do with this, I will gut you,” Angel growled, turning to face the short demon.
“What? Blue and Red making purple? Nah, nothing ta do with me,” Whistler assured, waving his hands in protest. “That was all the two of them. Guess you aren’t the only one capable of saving the world.”
“Peaches, what the soddin’ hell is this? You know, for a damned broody loner, you have an awful lot of friends, “ Spike observed belligerently.
“Not a friend, Spike. More like an eternal pain in my ass, “ Angel replied, suddenly weary. His shoulders slumped; he padded over to the couch to sit.
Oz, watching everyone carefully, noticed a glint of something flare in Spike’s eye. The younger vamp stalked off, and when he returned, he carried two mugs. With a great deal of muttering and grumbling, Spike handed one of the mugs to Angel and practically forced the contents down the darker man’s throat. A brief touch that Oz thought carried a great deal of affection and the blonde leaned back to drink down his own mug.
Oz turned to meet Whistler’s canny gaze, and realized he wasn’t the only one aware of the undercurrents between the two Champions. A nod passed between the two, and Oz, breaking the silence, said, “Well, I guess I know why I’m here now.”
Angel looked up befuddled, as if Oz’s presence had, until now, escaped his notice. Spike winked, and set the mug down. With a set of his shoulders, the self-proclaimed “Big Bad” strutted over to Whistler and took a deep whiff.
“Ha! Should’ve figured it. Out with it, then, “ Spike crowed.
“You know, I’d heard something about you being a smart little cookie, “ Whistler grinned. “Glad to see it wasn’t just hype. The proposal I got, it’s going to need…”
Whatever Whistler had been about to say was drowned out by a deep hacking cough from Willow. With preternatural speed, Spike and Angel knelt by Willow before she’d finished inhaling. When her eyes fluttered open, she let out a shriek at the two faces just inches from her own.
Spike relaxed, rocking back on his heels and letting loose a sharp staccato laugh that rippled through the large lobby. As Faith and Xander tore down the stairs, Spike continued to laugh, tears streaming down his face. Willow sat up, sheepish grin peeking through the wisps of hair covering her face.
Xander and Faith, armed and tense, took in the scene and relaxed. Wandering over to sit beside Willow, Xander grinned and asked, “So, what’s with the new look, Wills? Did you lose another bet to Spike?”
“She makes bets with Blondie, “ Faith grimaced. “Ouch. I remember the last time I lost a bet to him. Brutal,” she finished up, with a regretful shake of her head.
“Share with the class, baby, “ Xander urged.
“Let’s just say I can give you all the information you need on impersonating a gay man online, “ Faith laughed, smirking wickedly. “With bonus graphic instruction on the cyber portions.”
“Hey!” Xander protested. “You got off so easy!”
“Ooh, there’s a story in that, “ Faith teased. “Spill it, Patches.”
Xander blushed, hiding his face behind Willow’s shoulder. His shoulders heaved a bit, and the laughter leaked from him. When he sat back up, he was waving his hands and sucking in a lungful of air. After he recovered, he shook his head and mimed zipping his lips.
“He dressed Xander in drag and took him out dancing,” Willow volunteered quietly, but with a great deal of naughty satisfaction. “Xander makes the hottest girl you’ve ever seen. Gods, I almost jumped him that night.”
Faith pondered that for a minute, and moved to examine Xander more closely. She looked him up and down, and then looked at Spike. She repeated her examination, smiling.
“Damn,” she concluded. “Several years in jail is nothing compared to the punishment of missing out on that show. Any chance of a repeat?”
Spike arched an eyebrow and stared at Xander. Xander simply blushed again, and focused his eyes on the carpet. He refused to meet anyone’s gaze and Spike nodded once in satisfaction before returning to Willow.
“How you feelin’, Red? Well, ain’t so red now, but otherwise? Everything okay,” Spike inquired tenderly.
“Umm, yeah, “ Willow answered hesitantly. “And what’s with all the concern? I mean, not that I’m not happy you’re concerned because I like it when people are concerned, but not in the way that sounds like I just contracted an incurable disease concerned and did I? I feel fine but if I’m all about to die girl then I think someone should probably tell me because that’s not really something you should keep from me and…”
“Breathe, “ Oz interrupted softly and Willow shrieked again, before she threw her arms around the werewolf, dragging him into a full-fledged Willow bonding moment.
“Jumpin’ Jesus on a pogo stick, “ Spike muttered. “Where’s she store all that air?”
Faith crouched behind him, and her words tickled his ear. “Scooby secret, “ she whispered. “If they tell you, you have to join the group.”
Spike opened his mouth to snipe, and his eyes glittered dangerously. He stood, body uncoiling in a graceful fluid motion, and moved over to Angel. The large dark vampire sat, eyes trained fiercely on Willow. The blow to the head caught him by surprise.
“What the…Spike?”
“Of all the bleedin’ crackbrained irresponsible buggers on this whole fucked up planet, you, Angel, take the damn cake,” Spike howled.
Angel leapt, and Spike spun, allowing Angel to fall to the floor in an ungainly heap. As Angel shook his head, Spike fell on top of him. Hands braced on either side of Angel’s head, Spike leaned in and attacked. Lips and tongues dueled for a brief second, and Spike slid off. With a stream of invective and two upturned fingers, Spike bolted upstairs.
“Yeah,” Oz nodded decisively, as Whistler came to stand by him, “I definitely see what you mean about the two of them.”
Rating: NC-17 overall (R this chapter)
Warnings: language, a bit of UST and kissage
A/N: Moving the plot forward a bit here, but nothing especially complex. Thanks so much to everyone who has commented. The support is definitely a great thing, particularly when you're feeling grumpy! This is the morning after the alley, and takes place after the Faith/Angel, Spike/Xander scenes.
Previous Chapters Here
Recap:
“Spike, “ Angel whispered, creeping slowly towards the sleeping figure on Oz’s lap. “Look.”
Spike turned his head, and grinned. “Witch and Wolf-boy, together again? This is what you dragged me outta bed for? Gotta say, Angel, you need to get out more.”
“No, Spike. LOOK!” Angel lifted a strand of blue hair from Willow’s head.
“Bloody Hell! No, not again. Not gonna happen again, “ Spike swore.
“Wow. Hair color clearly a group issue, “ Oz stated. “Want to fill me in?”
The two vampires turned cold eyed gazes on Oz and replied in unison, “Illyria.”
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“Wow,” Oz breathed, still stroking the mixed blue red of Willow’s hair. “And I thought he exaggerated.”
“Spike, “ Angel ordered, “ get on the phone. I still have a few contacts. If we can get Willow to the Deeper Well, maybe we can avoid the whole ‘kill millions’ scenario Drogyn told us about.”
“Right, “ Spike nodded, standing perfectly still. “And the sarcophagus would be…where, exactly? Oh yeah, buried under what’s left of your former law firm. Kinda blows yet another crap plan to bits, doesn’t it?”
“Shit,” Angel swore heavily, running his hand through his already mussed hair. “Shit, shit, shit!”
“Whoa, Big Man! If I’da known you’d get this tense after the destruction of evil, I mighta intervened sooner,” a thickly accented voice called from the doorway.
“Whistler, so help me, if you ha anything to do with this, I will gut you,” Angel growled, turning to face the short demon.
“What? Blue and Red making purple? Nah, nothing ta do with me,” Whistler assured, waving his hands in protest. “That was all the two of them. Guess you aren’t the only one capable of saving the world.”
“Peaches, what the soddin’ hell is this? You know, for a damned broody loner, you have an awful lot of friends, “ Spike observed belligerently.
“Not a friend, Spike. More like an eternal pain in my ass, “ Angel replied, suddenly weary. His shoulders slumped; he padded over to the couch to sit.
Oz, watching everyone carefully, noticed a glint of something flare in Spike’s eye. The younger vamp stalked off, and when he returned, he carried two mugs. With a great deal of muttering and grumbling, Spike handed one of the mugs to Angel and practically forced the contents down the darker man’s throat. A brief touch that Oz thought carried a great deal of affection and the blonde leaned back to drink down his own mug.
Oz turned to meet Whistler’s canny gaze, and realized he wasn’t the only one aware of the undercurrents between the two Champions. A nod passed between the two, and Oz, breaking the silence, said, “Well, I guess I know why I’m here now.”
Angel looked up befuddled, as if Oz’s presence had, until now, escaped his notice. Spike winked, and set the mug down. With a set of his shoulders, the self-proclaimed “Big Bad” strutted over to Whistler and took a deep whiff.
“Ha! Should’ve figured it. Out with it, then, “ Spike crowed.
“You know, I’d heard something about you being a smart little cookie, “ Whistler grinned. “Glad to see it wasn’t just hype. The proposal I got, it’s going to need…”
Whatever Whistler had been about to say was drowned out by a deep hacking cough from Willow. With preternatural speed, Spike and Angel knelt by Willow before she’d finished inhaling. When her eyes fluttered open, she let out a shriek at the two faces just inches from her own.
Spike relaxed, rocking back on his heels and letting loose a sharp staccato laugh that rippled through the large lobby. As Faith and Xander tore down the stairs, Spike continued to laugh, tears streaming down his face. Willow sat up, sheepish grin peeking through the wisps of hair covering her face.
Xander and Faith, armed and tense, took in the scene and relaxed. Wandering over to sit beside Willow, Xander grinned and asked, “So, what’s with the new look, Wills? Did you lose another bet to Spike?”
“She makes bets with Blondie, “ Faith grimaced. “Ouch. I remember the last time I lost a bet to him. Brutal,” she finished up, with a regretful shake of her head.
“Share with the class, baby, “ Xander urged.
“Let’s just say I can give you all the information you need on impersonating a gay man online, “ Faith laughed, smirking wickedly. “With bonus graphic instruction on the cyber portions.”
“Hey!” Xander protested. “You got off so easy!”
“Ooh, there’s a story in that, “ Faith teased. “Spill it, Patches.”
Xander blushed, hiding his face behind Willow’s shoulder. His shoulders heaved a bit, and the laughter leaked from him. When he sat back up, he was waving his hands and sucking in a lungful of air. After he recovered, he shook his head and mimed zipping his lips.
“He dressed Xander in drag and took him out dancing,” Willow volunteered quietly, but with a great deal of naughty satisfaction. “Xander makes the hottest girl you’ve ever seen. Gods, I almost jumped him that night.”
Faith pondered that for a minute, and moved to examine Xander more closely. She looked him up and down, and then looked at Spike. She repeated her examination, smiling.
“Damn,” she concluded. “Several years in jail is nothing compared to the punishment of missing out on that show. Any chance of a repeat?”
Spike arched an eyebrow and stared at Xander. Xander simply blushed again, and focused his eyes on the carpet. He refused to meet anyone’s gaze and Spike nodded once in satisfaction before returning to Willow.
“How you feelin’, Red? Well, ain’t so red now, but otherwise? Everything okay,” Spike inquired tenderly.
“Umm, yeah, “ Willow answered hesitantly. “And what’s with all the concern? I mean, not that I’m not happy you’re concerned because I like it when people are concerned, but not in the way that sounds like I just contracted an incurable disease concerned and did I? I feel fine but if I’m all about to die girl then I think someone should probably tell me because that’s not really something you should keep from me and…”
“Breathe, “ Oz interrupted softly and Willow shrieked again, before she threw her arms around the werewolf, dragging him into a full-fledged Willow bonding moment.
“Jumpin’ Jesus on a pogo stick, “ Spike muttered. “Where’s she store all that air?”
Faith crouched behind him, and her words tickled his ear. “Scooby secret, “ she whispered. “If they tell you, you have to join the group.”
Spike opened his mouth to snipe, and his eyes glittered dangerously. He stood, body uncoiling in a graceful fluid motion, and moved over to Angel. The large dark vampire sat, eyes trained fiercely on Willow. The blow to the head caught him by surprise.
“What the…Spike?”
“Of all the bleedin’ crackbrained irresponsible buggers on this whole fucked up planet, you, Angel, take the damn cake,” Spike howled.
Angel leapt, and Spike spun, allowing Angel to fall to the floor in an ungainly heap. As Angel shook his head, Spike fell on top of him. Hands braced on either side of Angel’s head, Spike leaned in and attacked. Lips and tongues dueled for a brief second, and Spike slid off. With a stream of invective and two upturned fingers, Spike bolted upstairs.
“Yeah,” Oz nodded decisively, as Whistler came to stand by him, “I definitely see what you mean about the two of them.”
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