Rating- pg13
Warning- angst abounds
Pairing: Spike/Angel
Summery: what if Spike and not Darla had found Angel the night he was ensouled?
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"I'm sorry." Said Spike as Buffy opened her front door still dressed in her kit from the Bronze.
"Why?" She asked coldly.
"I'm sorry Angel was cold with you."
"That's hardly your fault." She said in a bored tone as though she hadn't been hurt by the situation.
"Actually, it is entirely my fault. I'm a paranoid person. And I felt extremely threatened by you. Angel is a very conscientious person when it comes to protecting the people he loves, I think it's his way of making up for all the harm he's done in the past. He is completely out of touch with the human race, he didn't really mean to hurt you, he was merely being thorough in alleviating my fears. He wasn't being cruel, just callous. And I feel awful that this couldn't have worked out another way. I think we all got started on the wrong foot and I want to ratify that. Because I judged you before I knew anything about you. And while I'm sure we'll hate each other once we know each other isn't that better than hating you solely because I do? And maybe that sounds weird, but you have to know: I don't like blonds or people in general, I have a history." He said in one unneeded breath.
"Angel said something to that effect. And yes I am willing to forgive you until I find an actual reason to hate you." Said Buffy with a smile. "Wanta Coke?"
"You forgive awfully easily. There is something unnervingly Christ like about that." Said Spike with a patented smirk.
"Yep, Coke?" asked Buffy again with a bob of her body.
"Sure, pet, that would be nice." He tried to enter the house but was repelled by the invisible barrier, "you need to invite me in, love."
"Really? I thought that was only in old, bad movies? You are welcome into my house, William." She said with the soft laugh of an amused teenage girl.
Spike felt sick as something twanged within him. Human, she's human, he muttered inside his head, you can't like her. She isn't pleasant, she's a meal, a mortal, pathetic meal, he thought as a mantra. Yet for all his inner protests he smiled back at her, she was a spunky little thing.
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"No, I won't accept that. Hans and Luke are so not a couple!" screamed Buffy.
"Denial much, Grasshopper? You think Luke spends all his time mopping over his sister? Please, Hans is there being all wise and older and cool. Say hello to the sexual tension cum relationship." Said Spike like a guru teaching his young disciple.
"Blasphemy!" Buffy said with a laugh as she turned back to the movie they had been watching for the last hour.
Joyce walked into the house, "Buffy? I'm home. How was the Bronze?" She walked into the living room and was met with the scene. "Oh! You must be Angel!" said Joyce looking at the smiling, nice looking young man on the couch with her daughter.
"No, I'm William, Angel's boyfriend. It's great to see you, Mrs. Summers, I love you're gallery. We actually met very briefly at the opening of the sun exhibition a few weeks back. We discussed the work of that girl." He snapped his fingers repeatedly trying to remember the artist's name.
"Ella Cain! I remember now. You purchased that statue of the girl pray at the alter of the sun." Said Joyce getting excited and playing into Spike's hands as she instantly forgot about Angel's sexual orientation.
"That's my sculpture!" he said glad she remembered him.
"Would you like some coffee? Or coco, I make famous coco. Can I tempt you, William. And, honestly ,call me Joyce." Offered Joyce.
"I would murder for good coco." Said Spike in an agreeable manner. Buffy snickered at the turn of phrase.