Past meets Present
although i secretly refer to this as chapter-seven-monkey-angel
Author: Sarahvampgrl
Spoilers: Set right approximately right now in the series so all around spoilers for this season
and others past may crop up.
Disclaimer: I think it's quite obvious i don't own them or i would have all you rabid fans,
much like me, beating down my door to smother me with gifts and adoration. You can do that
anyway if you want, but you can't get Spike. I'm keeping him chained to my bathtub and he's
all mine! Ya hear me, ALL MINE!
Feedback/Reviews: Who needs reasons when ya've got heroin. (just a trainspotting quote, i'm only
addicted to reviews and Spike)
Rating: A little nondescript hanky panky so a tame R
Summary: Buffy and Spike are gonna get together. Ya know they are. And if not, well then,
they will here. ;>
Spike watched from the shadows as Angel's black convertable pulled up in front of Buffy's house
silently. Cordelia climbed out of the passenger seat with Connor safely tucked in her arms
and walked up the drive. Angel followed more slowly, his vampiric vision easily picking
out Spike's figure leaning against the thick trunk of an oak tree in the yard.
Cordelia cast a look over her shoulder as she neared the front door. Her mouth was set in a grim
line as she shifted apprehensively before the front door. Spike stood his ground unflinchingly
as Angel moved towards him and a look of charged agression passed between them. Angel continued
steadily past and hurried to Cordelia's side. He never took his eyes off Spike as he said, "You
go on ahead. I have to deal with something."
Cordelia turned to Angel and met his eyes firmly as she answered, "No, I'm not going in there by
myself. I'll wait right here."
Angel sighed and gently pushed her towards the house. "I promise I won't take long but I don't
want Connor being out here in the cold. See, he's already getting fussy."
"It's not that cold out and he'll be even more fussy when he can't see you!" Cordelia insisted.
Angel held her gaze calmly and softly whispered her name commandingly. "Oh, alright, I'll go
face our exes all by myself," Cordelia relented with a raised accusing eyebrow that said Angel
owed her big and had better appreciate her stalwart friendship for this. She pursed her lips and
knocked soundly as she held Angel's eyes. He nodded then darted off into the darkness of the
shadowy yard.
The door swung open and the two weary mortals were greeted warmly by a smiling Willow who
exclaimed over the softly crying baby in the ex-cheerleaders arms. Spike took one last drag
of his cigarette before flicking it to the ground and saying, "Well, well, Angel, looks like you
found a new girl to lead you around by your," he paused suggestively, "collar."
Angel gripped Spike with lightning speed, shoving him up against the tree as he growled savagely,
"What are *you* doing here Spike?"
Spike laughed in Angel's face from his higher vantage point as his feet dangled an inch off the
ground. His voice was superiorly cocky as he answered through the condescending laughter, "I've
been *invited* mate."
Angel's face clouded with suspicious confusion. "What?"
"Yeah, you never were a vampire of many words were ya, Angel? Unless you were spoutin on about
torture and end of the world rubbish. Oh, right, that was Angelus. Simple, angsty, dark boy.
That's my Buffy's Angel," Spike blustered aggressively.
Angel towered menacingly over Spike as he dropped the other vamp to the ground and asked
again, "What? And what?"
"Well, long story short. I'm not quite as evil." Spike sighed wistfully. "I'm still bad," he said
defensively, "Just, well, I don't really like to talk about the how's and why's but I work with
Buffy now. Sort of a team, me and her." His eyes had become darkly serious. "I see why you loved
her Angel."
Angel stepped back silently, his eyes wary and watchful. Spike shoved past him roughly and walked
towards the waiting stillness of Buffy's house. Angel swung into step beside him and Spike cast
him a sideways glance before muttering, "Just for the record, though, I still hate *you*."
Angel smiled broadly and clapped Spike on the back. "The feeling is definitely mutual, Spike," he
said, his voice grinding menacingly across Spike's name. The two vamps entered the house and by
unconscious agreement gave each other a wide berth. Angel rushed to his baby's side and lifted
him from the arms of an incredulous Willow brimming with questions. Cordelia appeared by his side
within a moment, a bottle in hand. Spike hung back in the doorway surveying the scene. He
wondered where Buffy was.
A soft hand touched his shoulder and he whirled around, knowing it wasn't Buffy. Didn't have her
smell. Tara's soft blue eyes gazed up at him nervously and he knitted his brows together in
question. She jerked her thumb towards the stairs as she said, "Um, Buffy wanted..wanted me
to tell you she, um, wants to talk to you." She smiled in relief at the delivered message and
stepped back expectantly.
Spike moved towards the stairs, his gaze fixed on the landing above. He unconsciously stroked his
hand along the bannister sensually as he moved up the steps. Cordelia caught the movement out of
the corner of her eye and turned in surprise to see who was moving up towards Buffy's bedroom.
Her eyes widened as she watched the vampire quickly disappear from view. She turned back to Angel
who was lightly bouncing Connor as he walked in slow circles around the room. She wondered what
Angel would have to say about Spike going up there and what was Buffy's deal with those two
vamps anyway. She shrugged the thoughts away and turned to Willow who was asking about her
godson. As Cordelia retold the story in a soft monotone she thought how strange it was that she
and Willow had become the link maintaining the alliance and keeping both sides informed. A lot
had changed since High School she thought as her eyes drifted back to Angel.
"So where is everybody else?" Cordelia asked idly, glancing around the living room for Xander and
Giles.
"Oh, Giles went with Xander and Anya to the Magic Box to replenish our supplies. I don't think
he trusts them to do it by themselves after yesterday," Willow said conspiratoraly.
Cordelia blinked once, slowly. "Huh? Xander and Anya can't be left alone to do an errand now?"
Willow felt a guilty pleasure at getting to tell Cordelia who, had been incredibly rude and mean
to her when they were younger, the news of Xander's engagement. "Oh yeah, Anya and he are engaged
now."
Cordelia sputtered and shouted, "My vengeance demon is marrying my ex!"
Willow shrugged and said, "That's the hellmouth for you." She stood and moved towards the
kitchen, "Want a drink? I think I'll make some coffee." She grinned a little as she turned the
corner and grabbed the can of Folgers.
Buffy stood at Dawn's bedside and stared down at her peacefully resting sister. She didn't move
or look up but she knew the moment Spike stood in the doorway behind her. She reached out and
brushed Dawn's silky brown hair behind her ear and let her fingers lingeringly trace her downy
cheek.
"We've got company downstairs," Spike said as he moved into the room.
"So Angel's here then," Buffy said and it was more a statement than a question.
"And Cordelia and an extra bundle," Spike continued seriously.
Buffy's lip curled as she said, "Cordelia's here, too?"
"Yeah, luv, and wait till you see the bundle," Spike singsonged.
There was a soft pause as Spike faced Buffy's stiff back.
"You told everyone you spent the night," Buffy said without turning
"Yeah," Spike answered defiantly, his chin lifting as he moved towards her.
"I told you this was just between you and me, a secret," Buffy continued unemotionally.
"Yeah," Spike's tone acknowledged this fact calmly.
"I should be mad," she whispered softly
"But you're not then?" His quick question was hopeful and defensive as he stepped closer to
her. Her silence unnerved him and he covered the final distance between them. He reached out and
cupped her head as he inhaled the scent of her hair and skin and said, "Buffy, you push me away,
then you pull me back. I just couldn't hold it in. I wanted you to have to make a decision I
guess. One or the other, and that soddin boy gave me the perfect opportunity and I just.. it
just came out." His stumbling explanation had wrenched from him and a tear trickled down his
cheek at the thought that he'd botched it up good and proper this time.
Buffy turned slowly and met his eyes earnestly as she reached up and cupped his cheek, letting
his tear trickle across her skin. Her voice was softly calm as she said, "Spike...I'm not mad."
Sweet relief and the budding hope that Buffy would let him be a part of her life washed through
him. Buffy leaned up sensuously and licked away the next tear that traced a wet path across the
smooth alabaster of his cheek, just as he had done the night before to hers. She leaned back
slowly and met his hopeful gaze with a smile. He angled his head towards her lips as she slid her
hand to the nape of his neck. Their lips met softly and Buffy sighed in pleasure. The soft sound
drove Spike mad and he pulled her body tight to his and sank down into the soft wet sensation
of Buffy's faintly strawberry lips. Buffy pressed her pelvis against Spike's growing erection
making Spike groan. Buffy felt the wall at her back as Spike began kissing along her neck
feverishly and she choked out, "Spike, no, wait. Dawn..."
Spike reared back questioningly then cast a look over his shoulder to the sleeping girl. "Oh,
bloody hell! Sorry Nibblet." Then he swung Buffy into his arms and crossed the hall to her
bedroom.
There was something in the air, something faint and distinct. Angel cautiously sniffed the air,
not quite able to believe it. Quickly he got to his feet and sought out Cordelia. She and Willow
were in the kitchen pouring coffee and he gently handed Connor to her, patting the blanket
around him and pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. "Hold him a minute, would you, Cordy?" he
threw across his shoulder as he sprinted up the stairs.
He vaguely heard Willow's, "Wait, you shouldn't go up there!"
The scent was stronger as he neared Buffy's door but he still couldn't believe it. Then he heard
something. The sound was also faint yet incredibly distinct. Buffy's door was slightly ajar as
Angel moved closer and heard a groan. A masculine groan. Spike's masculine groan. Angel stopped
dead in his tracks, but he couldn't stop his hand raising and pushing the door wider open.
Because he still couldn't believe what his senses were telling him. Then his eyes confirmed it.
Buffy's golden limbs tangeled with Spike's pale ones as they writhed across her sheets. She
sensed him first and raised her sweat damped face to stare at him in shock even as she moaned
against Spike's thrust. "Angel!" she gasped with shock.
Spike whipped up, his face a mask of hurt before he saw the dark vampire in the doorway. His
voice was just as shocked as he mimicked, "Angel," before reaching down and jerking Buffy's
exposed body to his chest, concealing her nakedness. He wrapped his arms tightly around her as
she stared at Angel over her shoulder.
Angel's brows were drawn menacingly over his eyes as he asked fiercly, a hint of Irish brouge
slipping into his voice, "What the hell are you two doing?"
Spike's cockiness was the first to recover as he curled his lip dangerously and said, "I think
it's pretty obvious what we were doing, Peaches. Or have you forgotten what it looks like?"
Buffy's sense of harsh reality was second. "Angel, we gave up our claim on each other a long time
ago."
His eyes locked with Buffy's and she could sense the anger and hurt buried there as he said, "I
did that so you could have a life Buffy. With a decent man." His eyes shifted to Spike
accusingly, saying without words that the platinum blond vamp was neither of those things.
Buffy's voice was hard as she said, "Angel, you left because we *couldn't* be together. And you
haven't been here in a long time. You don't even know me so don't act like you can judge me," her
voice softenend slightly, "Listen...we'll talk. _Later_."
Angel stood holding her gaze a second longer before he turned and vanished from sight. She turned
back to Spike who was watching her hesitantly. She pressed her lips to his before saying with a
jokingly soft smile, "Enough private time, let's go save Dawn." She slid out of bed and began
dressing as Spike followed suit, a smug smile curling his lips.
Buffy straitened her shirt in front of the mirror before turning to Spike. He moved back from the
doorway to let her pass. She let her hand trail across his chest and down the length of his arm
to grasp his hand as she moved to the door. Having Spike's hand to grip when she was
apprehensive was really becoming addictive.
Spike followed, still grasping her hand, aching to see Angel's reaction to that. Buffy stopped at
the top of the stairs. Angel and Willow and a dangerous spell were waiting for her at the base of
those stairs. Questions and responsibilities and a whole lot of the past. She took a steadying
breath and plunged into the mess.
on to 'Spike and Peaches'