Spoilers: Orpheus
AN: slight AU; Willow took Spike to L.A. with her. And Cordy's not evil.
Disclaimer: Joss owns all.
Distribution: want, tell me, take, have
Rating: Eventually NC-17 for S/A yummies, but PG-13 for now.
Feedback: could encourage me to skip history and write the resta this tonight.
Dedication: my friend LEM, who will never read this.
Begging: My beta is having stuff right now, if anyone wants to beta this and the next few parts, please tell me.
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~Part: 1~
Willow walked out of the kitchen, a plate piled high with sandwiches in her hands. "I made PB&J. Who wants some?"
Gunn took two. Fred took half of one, giving Willow a shy smile, and Conner took three, handing one to Cordelia. "I'm not hungry."
"You need to eat."
"Whatever."
Faith took one. "It's bread. Got water to go with it? Or handcuffs?" she looked at Spike as she said that.
"But it's not prison bread! It has jelly, and peanut butter. And it's toasted and cut diagonally. I bet they don't do that in prison."
"Ooh, did I insult the precious PB&J? Forgive me, please."
Willow laughed. "You're forgiven... but you owe me! Spike, want one?"
"Vampires don't eat." Angel, in his all-knowing wisdom, spoke before Spike could.
~Poof. I almost would take one, just to shove it up his sodding arse, but then I'd have to touch.. that.~ he repressed a shudder ~But it's almost worth it.~ "Spike?" Willow offered the tray to him.
"Get that bloody rubbish away from me!" he scrambled backswards from Willow, somewhat hampered by the fact that he was going straight backward and he wwas sitting on a round couch. He landed on his bottom with a loud thump. Willow sighed and set the tray down on Cordelia's desk.
~Why didn't she offer me one? Oh, right, I don't eat. But what's with Spike.?~
"What's wrong with Glinda's food?" Faith glared at Spike.
"Nothing. It's just, Idnlikpnbr."
"What?"
"I sais, 'Idnlikpnbr.'
"Angel, what's he saying?"
Angel glanced down at Spike, who was looking up at him (obviously). ~Damn it! How could I forget? Spike always liked food. But that doesn't explain the sandwiches. Or tell me what he's saying.~ He reached a hand down to Spike, who grasped it with both of his. He pulled Spike up and close to him, whispering, "I'm so sorry Spike."
"What for, pillock?"
Angel smiled. ~some things never change.~ "For abandoning you."
"'s okay. Ya aren't gonna break down on me, are ya?"
"It's not okay. Why are we standing so close?"
~He changed the subject. I'll have to bring it up later.~ "I need you to tell me what you said. About the sandwiches."
"I don't like peanut butter."
"That's it?"
"I don't like pb the way I don't like holy water."
"Peanut butter burns you?"
"You really did turn into a dork."
Fred turned to Gunn. "Is that some vampire thing?"
"Fred, you know how Angel always wears black?"
"Yeah?"
"And how he's always going out and not telling us about it?"
"Yeah."
"He's gay."
Angel, having heard their conversation, turned to Gunn at the same time Fred did. "What?" they both said. Spike just laughed.
"Damn! I forgot about that super-hearing."
"What did ya say?" Faith, who didn't have super-hearing, asked.
"He called Angel a poof!" Spike exclaimed. Wesley suppressed a laugh, attempting to turn it into a cough.
"Speak English." Conner complained.
"Poof is a deragatory term for a homosexual." Willow said, sounding angry.
"Only a guy, luv. Don't get your knickers twisted."
"It's still insulting."
"I'm sure Angel'll take it like a man." Faith, Gunn, and Fred laughed at Spike's comment. Gunn looked at Fred, and she smiled at him.
"I'm not a p-" Angel glanced at Willow. "I'm not gay."
"Angel, I though all vampires were bisexual." Wesley said this in his best watcher's voice.
"They are. Angelus here's just worried 'bout his reputation."
"I don't give a damn about my reputation!" Angel looked at Spike as he said this.
"Living in the past it's a new generation!" Lorne, who was just walking into the main room, Willow, Faith, and Spike all sang.
"SHUT UP!" Angel yelled.
"Calm down, Angel. Have a sandwich." Willow admonished.
"I don't eat."
"Then have some blood."
"I - Angelus - I'm not hungry." The room got a little hushed at that.
"Angel, it wasn't you."
"It was my hands, my body."
"But it wasn't your fault!" Spike leapt to his feet. "Don't you bloody well get that yet? Angelus did all that rubbish! He was the one who killed those people! You've done nothing but try to make up for it, when it wasn't even your sodding fault! You didn't make Dru, you weren't the Scourge of Europe, you didn't make me, you didn't try to end the bloddy world, and you never shagged me and Dru!"
"Spike..."
"No! I'm tired of your excuses!"
Angel stood silent for a moment, then turned and fled upstairs.
~Run, Angel, run.~ Faith thought.
"So Angel is gay?" Fred asked Gunn, softly.
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