Pairing: Spike/Angel
Summary: Spike's got something that's Angel's. Spike's pissed. Then he's shocked. Then he's upset. Then he's happy. Then he's confused. Well he's on a roller coaster of emotion. Well, what do you expect from a vampire who had a run in with the wrong kind of demon.
Rating: R for naughty language
Notes: Conner never existed. It was Darla that sent Angel to the bottom of the ocean. And the Gem of Amara thing never happened, do you here me. NEVER! Spike hasn't gotten a soul and was never in love with Buffy, they are just friends
Feedback: Please, oh please, oh please send me feedback. I can't improve if you don't tell me what I'm doing wrong.
Warning: The fic contains Mpreg (Male pregnancy), nothing you probably haven't read before.
I would love to thank my wonderful Beta, who with out, this fic would never have happened. Thank you sooooo much Holly, this fic is dedicated to you.
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~Part: 1~
"It bloody well did WHAT TO ME?" To say Spike was pissed was an understatement.
After he got a call from Giles, telling him to come over to the Magic Box, things just seemed to be getting worse and worse.
First of all, some kids had decided it would be "funny" to throw paint bombs at him. Now he was covered from head to toe in multi- coloured splats. Then he had bumped into a demon that seemed determined to dust him. Which wouldn't have been so bad if the demon hadn't been well on its way to 9 feet tall. Somehow Spike had managed to kill the damn thing by stabbing it in the chest. When he had *finally* gotten to the shop - two groups of vampires, three more demons, and the kids with the paintballs, again- later, it was fair to say that he was not in the best mood.
Spike had never been one to enjoy being by himself. He liked company, whether it was demon or human, just as long as he wasn't alone. He had slowly earned the trust and eventually the friendship of the Scoobies, helping with research and slaying. All had found common ground with the blond vampire in different ways.
Dawn connected with him because he treated her like an adult, letting her help him with research when no one else would.
Giles enjoyed discussing Spikes vast knowledge of the demon world and would often ask for his help.
Xander enjoyed his sharp sense of humor--when it wasn't aimed at him. Willow enjoyed his more mystical side. It was one trait few new about -he'd absorbed everything that Angelus had taught him. He liked to keep an advantage, so he told only those he trusted. With Willow, he enjoyed challenging her knowledge of witchcraft, while brushing up on his own technique.
Buffy was the last to admit that Spike had become part of their family. But after seeing how close the group had come to the vampire, she too let her guard down. She soon learned that Spike could be kind, intelligent, honest, strong and loyal.
Spike was wiping brightly coloured paint from his duster, as Giles began to speak. He reminded Spike of the demon that he had helped Buffy fight three weeks ago. It had injected something into him through its tail. , It had- and this was Spike's icing on his just perfect cake- impregnated him.
Spike was pregnant!
Spike. Was. Pregnant. And he was not happy.
He had thrown himself into the line of fire for Buffy, and ended up with a baby inside of him.
He picked up the first thing he could reach, which happened to be a mystical urn, and threw it across the room, shattering it against the far wall. He repeated the action until there was nothing close by left for him to throw. He then moved onto anything in the shop that wasn't bolted down, then everything that was.
"Spike, please do calm down," Giles called, trying to move all of the merchandise he could out of the vampire's destructive path. Spike stopped and turned towards him, a dangerous gleam in his eyes.
"Calm.you want me to calm down? Why don't you get pregnant and see if you stay calm?" Spike proceeded destroying everything he could.
At that point, Buffy and the rest of the gang decided to walk into the Magic Box. Buffy automatically went into Slayer mode and jumped on the vampire. They wrestled for a few minutes before Buffy was able to hold Spike face down on the floor.
"What the hell are you doing, Spike?" Buffy fumed. But Spike didn't answer immediately. When Giles noticed Buffy getting even angrier with the vampire, he spoke for him.
"Um, Buffy. Please, err, let him up." Buffy looked up at Giles skeptically, as he ran a hand through his hair. Buffy stood, leaving the vampire to get up on his own. She was surprised when Giles walked over to help Spike up.
The other humans gawked at the unusual scene.
"Cheers, mate" Spike spoke softly. He walked across the room to a toppled chair and lifted it upright, sitting down heavily. He let out a deep sigh. Everyone but Giles stood still, staring.
"Spike?" Giles asked gently. When Spike lifted his gaze to meet Giles', he continued. "There's one more thing you need to know." Spike began to rub his temples. Giles surveyed the room, looking over at his children. He might have been prepared for one of them to be in a similar position one day. But Spike? `Well,' Giles thought, `I guess he's one of my children in a way, now.'
Giles looked back at the distressed vampire and took a deep breath. He knew Spike was going to react badly to this.
"Spike, the baby is Angel's." Spike's head snapped up. He stared wide-eyed at Giles.
Spike's demon face slipped forward, his hands clenching into tight fists, turning his knuckles white. Giles stepped back. Buffy stepped forward. She wasn't too sure what was going on, but she knew that she had to keep Spike calm so she wouldn't have to hurt her friend.
Spike stood, turning away from the staring group. Then his whole body went limp as he slid to the ground in a boneless heap, unconscious.
A few confused glances were swapped around the occupants of the shop.
"Urm. is it normal for vampires to faint like that?" Xander wasn't liking the situation one bit. Giles ran to the fallen vampire's side, barking out orders.
"Buffy, give me a hand lifting him off of the floor. Xander, go into the back and get some blood from the cooler. Willow, call Wesley, I need to talk to him now. Everyone else, start clearing up this mess." Giles' tone left no room for argument, and the group quickly got to work.
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When Spike came to, he could hear Giles talking.
".would appear the Flargroth demon you and Spike where fighting a couple of weeks back was sent here to impregnate you with Angel's sperm. But when Spike jumped in front of you, it injected him instead." Giles sighed sadly.
"So, this demon was sent for Buffy?" Willow asked softly, glancing over at the vampire.
"It would appear so. From what Wesley has told me, a law firm called Wolfram & Hart is responsible. It would appear Angel has a regenerative tissue in his sperm which allows it to- under the right circumstances- impregnate someone."
"But he's a.well, a he." Dawn? Isn't she usually in bed by now?
"That's true. But because of the demon's magic, it was able to get him pregnant." Giles stopped and sighed again.
"Wesley hasn't told Angel yet, but he should be talking to him now." Spike opened his eyes, making a high-pitched yelp when he rolled off of the. couch? Spike looked around, and realized that he was in Buffy's house.
A strong hand held his arm, helping him back into his seat.
Spike stood up, pushing Buffy away from him gently. Everyone stared at him as he walked over to the Summers' phone. He picked up the receiver and turned to the silent, staring room.
"What's Angel's number?" was Spike's calm request.
Buffy was the first to snap out of her daze.
"What do you want his number for?" she asked suspiciously.
"Will you just give me the god damn number?" Spike spoke through clenched teeth. Buffy scowled at him, then looked at Giles, who just nodded.
"Here." She gave Spike her mobile phone with the number displayed on the screen. Spike dialed and waited.
It started to ring. Once. Twice.
"Hello, Angel investigations. We help the hopeless. How can I help you?" Cordelia answered. Spike could hear people shouting in the background, but couldn't make out what they were saying.
"Hello?" Cordelia repeated, after a moment's silence.
"Can I speak with Angel?" Spike asked, calmly.
"Urm. well, Angel's kind of busy right now. But can I help?" Cordelia sounded so much nicer on the phone than in real life.
"Look, it's really important that I speak with Angel. So please.?" Spike asked again, with all the sweetness he could muster into his voice without throwing up.
"Okay. I'll see what I can do. Hold on." Spike looked at the group. They still stood in the living room staring at him, so he turned his back trying to get some privacy.
"Okay, okay." Spike heard the muffled sound of Angel's voice over the phone.
"Hello, Angel speaking." Spike could tell Angel was irritated with Cordelia for making him take the call.
"HOW THE FUCK DID A PISSING LAW FIRM GET YOUR CUM? AND HOW DID THEY MANAGE TO FUCK UP GETTING THE SLAYER PREGNANT AND GET *ME* INSTEAD?" Spike took a deep unneeded breath.
"...." No sound came from the other end of the phone.
"Angel?" Spike asked, once again calm.
".*Clonk*." Spike could hear shouting and arguing again, but couldn't hear exactly what was being said.
"Spike?" Cordelia again?
"Yeah?" A pause.
"Angel's on his way." Cordelia did not sound too happy.
"Thanks. Bye, pet." Spike replaced the receiver and turned to the group. "Angel's on his way here." He looked around nervously and rubbed his hands together.
"I'm gonna go pack" He turned and ran out of the house before anyone could stop him.
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In record time, Angel was in Sunnydale, knocking on Buffy's door. Giles answered, inviting the vampire in. Angel stepped in and looked around, trying to spot his Childe.
"Where.?" Angel asked the staring group of people. Dawn came down the stairs yawning.
"Ooh, Angel! You're here!" she said, perking up immediately. "Is Buff back yet?" She asked everyone else in the room.
"Where did she go?" Angel asked, only now noticing her absence.
"She went after Spike when he ran off. That was about an hour and a half ago now. I hope he's alright," she said quietly. Willow and Tara looked worried-far more worried than they should be about a soulless vampire.
"I'm sure he'll be fine. Come on, Wills, this is the Big Bad we're talking `bout. He's probably out now drinking," Xander reassured his friend.
"Drinking? Drinking can't be good for him.and.and the baby" Tara said, thinking aloud.
Angel was just about to run out the door and look for his childe, when shouting started outside.
"You have to." It was a female voice- Buffy, Angel thought.
"Okay, I'll go in. But only to say good bye to everyone," a male voice answered- that must be Spike. All of a sudden Angel wasn't sure whether coming here had been a good idea. It had been many years since he and Spike had last seen each other, and over a hundred since they had been nice to each other.
Well, that wasn't entirely true,, they had seen each other- but had taken no notice of one another. Deep down, Angel missed his once favored childe. But how could he have expected his childe to accept him, when he had a soul. He knew Spike could never love him with a soul, so he tried his best to stay out of his unlife.
For Spike's part, he avoided Angel because as far as he was aware, his Sire had left him a hundred years ago, hating him because of the soulless demon he still was.
The door opened and Buffy dragged a duffel bag carrying Spike in tow as she entered the house.
"I came to say goodbye before I." Spike saw Angel, and was frozen on the spot, staring at his Sire.
Angel took a step forward. A high-pitched keening sound came from Spike. No one moved except for Angel, who continued to walk slowly towards his childe. The keen turned into whimpers. The bag slipped from Spike's fingers and hit the floor with a thud.
"Spike.?" Angel spoke softly. He reached out, placing a hand on Spike's shoulder. This seemed to snap him out of his daze. Spike's eyes lowered to the floor.
"I thought you were coming here to stake me," Spike whispered. He raised unsure eyes to his Sire. "Are you?" he asked, afraid of what the answer would be.
"Spike.I'm here to do what needs to be done. You're my childe, and I love with all of my heart. I could never stake you. I'm here to help, and take care of you. If you'll let me?" Angel paused at Spike's thoughtful _expression.
Spike suddenly threw himself at Angel, wrapping his arms around his strong neck, a huge smile on his lips. "Of course I'll let you help me." Spike leaned back and looked at him again. "Anyway, its not just my baby, is it?"
Angel hugged Spike tightly, a smile gracing his lips. Over Angels shoulder, Spike could see the group staring at them with a mixture of confusion, embarrassment and interest. Spike just smiled at them, not wanting to ruin the moment he had with his Sire.
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Spike and Angel stayed at Buffy's house for hours, as the whole gang sat catching up on these past few years:
How Spikes chip made him dependent on the gang for food and shelter, allowing him to get to know them. Buffy's death and how it had almost broken the group apart. How Giles' going back to England hadn't helped matters. Finally, they told Angel of Buffy's eventual return to the world of the living.
Angel told of the return of his Sire, Darla, and being sent to the bottom of the ocean in a metal coffin by said Sire. Of being rescued from his sea burial, only to find out his enemy, Wolfram & Hart had rescued him. Then his friends rescuing Angel from Wolfrom and Hart. All in all, he sure had been rescued a lot over the past few years.
The whole time, Spike sat cuddled up against his sire, afraid that if he let go, his Sire would disappear.
Watching them, Buffy felt a pang of jealousy, although Spike was her friend. She and Angel had agreed they could never have worked out, but she didn't like to see him with someone else. Watching Angel cuddled up to her former enemy made her feel like there was no one for her, and that she was destined to be alone.
She was distracted from her thoughts when Angel's phone began to ring. He sighed and pulled it out of his coat pocket.
"Hello?" he asked, irritated with the interruption.
"Angel, where are you? We need you here. I just had a vision," Cordelia replied.
"When does it happen?" He asked.
"I'm not to sure, but I do know that it happens underground." She sounded worried.
"I'll be there soon, okay?" Angel said softly, while he put an arm around Spike and hugged him gently.
"Okay, and hurry," Cordelia answered. Angel hung up the phone and looked at the group.
"I'm sorry, but I've got to get going. The innocents aren't going to save themselves." He stood from the couch and headed for the door. When he realized he was not being followed, he turned to his childe. "Spike? Are you coming?"
Spike looked at Angel, then at his friends. "Can I say goodbye first?" he asked softly.
"Of course you can. This isn't really goodbye, Spike. You can come and visit them whenever you want, and they can come and visit you if they want to." Angel gave him a kind smile, which Spike returned.
Everyone said their farewells, and the two vampires departed, heading to LA in Angel's car.
"Angel?" Spike asked, leaning against the door of the car, gazing out the window. It would be light in a few hours.
"Yeah?" Angel answered.. When he got no response, he glanced at Spike, only to find him staring back. "What's wrong?" he inquired. Spike looked nervous and embarrassed.
"Angel, I just want you to know how happy I am you came for me. I don't think I would have been able to do it on my own. I mean, I had Buffy and Giles and everyone, but it just would have killed me knowing that it was yours and that you didn't care." Spike took a deep breath and looked out the window again.
Angel didn't quite know what to say. He pulled over to the side of the road and pulled Spike towards him.
"Wil." Angel didn't mean for Spike's old name to slip out, but it didn't seem to bother Spike, so he continued. "Of course I came for you. I care about you. You're my youngest and favourite childe, who I have never stopped loving." Spike looked at Angel with tears in his eyes.
"Then why did you leave me?" He asked, tears streaming down his face.
Angel lifted Spike's chin so that he could see the truth in his words. "I love you, William." Spike was stunned by the sincerity he saw in Angel's deep chocolate brown eyes and tears of joy replaced his sad ones.
"I love you so much, Sire. So much," Spike said. He emphasized his words by wrapping his arms around Angel and hugging him as hard as he could. Angel leaned down and pressed a chaste kiss to Spike's soft lips. When he pulled back, he chuckled at Spike's surprised _expression.
But his laughter was cut short, when Spike lifted himself up and pressed his lips firmly against Angel's. This kiss was gentle but passionate, filled with all the love they had for each other. Angel's cool tongue swept across Spike's lower lip, asking for entrance to his mouth, which Spike granted. Spike's lips parted, and Angel wasted no time mapping out his mouth to memory.
When they finally broke the intimate kiss, Spike was panting for air and Angel had a smug look on his face. Spike glanced at Angel.
"What are you so happy about, you smug git?" Spike asked in mock irritation, although he didn't look at all irritated. Nor did he make a move to escape Angel's tight embrace.
"Oh, nothing. Just the fact I can make you breathless. Even though you don't need to breathe," Angel said happily.
"Yeah, well. if you don't start driving the sun's gonna come up before we're home." Angel let his teasing slip, and pulled out onto the road again, continuing the drive to LA. But he did notice that Spike called LA "home".
~Part: 2~
Angel pulled up to his hotel and parked the car. He looked across at Spike, only to find him sleeping peacefully. Reluctantly, he reached across and gently shook his shoulder.
"Spike? Spike, we're here" Angel spoke softly, not wanting to frighten him from his slumber. Spike just groaned and tried to move away from the hand holding him. "William," Angel called, louder this time, but still soft enough not to startle him.
Spike opened his eyes and looked at him blearily. "What?" he asked grumpily, upset with being woken up. Angel just chuckled at his childe's immature behavior and pulled Spike from his seat and into his lap.
Angel played with the short bleached blond hair that was messed up from sleeping. He used to love running his fingers through those curly, honey blond locks. His hand traveled further down to caress a soft cheek and closed eyes. Angel allowed his hand to continue to drop down Spikes neck, over his shoulder, across his chest, and then come to rest upon his flat stomach.
Angel smiled to himself, knowing Spike wouldn't be happy when he lost his muscular abs. Spike's hand came to rest atop his, and Angel looked up at the face of the vampire in his lap, smiling warmly.
"How are you feeling?" Angel asked. Spike looked at his smiling Sire and couldn't help the grin that spread across his face.
"Better now," he replied "What ya thinkin' bout?" he asked playfully.
"Well, I was just thinking that maybe you should see a doctor."
Spike's grin fell and he looked horrified.
"I am not going to see a doctor," Spike stated stubbornly, trying to pull away from Angel.
"Why not? I mean, I've been thinking about it. How are you going to give birth?"
Spike stopped his struggle and looked down at his stomach. "I.I don't know," Spike answered after a moment's pause. "But if I have to go to the doctors, you're coming with me." Spike opened the driver's side door and jumped out of the car. He started to walk up to the hotel, then stopped and turned around. "I refuse to suffer alone," he stated matter-of-factly, before continuing up to the entrance of his new home.
Angel chuckled again and got out of the car. After locking it, he jogged up the path, catching up with his childe.
When he reached Spike, he put his arm around his shoulder and looked down at his smirking face. Spike's arm snaked out and wrapped around Angel's waist.
Spike stopped, and Angel looked down at him questioningly.
"Love you," Spike said softly, stretching up onto his toes and placing a chaste kiss on Angel's cheek, before continuing up the path to large hotel doors.
As they entered the building, they were meet by the staff of AI. Spike hadn't meet most of the people who stood in the room, and he felt a strange emotion that made him want to hide behind Angel. He moved so most of his body was safely behind his Sire's. He held tightly to his arm, staring at Angel's friends.
Angel seemed to notice Spike's nervousness, and glanced at him over his shoulder, giving him a warm smile before turning back to the group.
The Hyperion lobby was brightly lit. But the stairs to Spike's left led up into darkness making him more nervous.
Directly in front of them and down the stairs, was the reception desk. A few papers, a phone and a pizza box lay on its polished surface. An open door behind the desk led into an office, its windows covered with shades, blocking out any view.
Spike saw an old, ugly, green chair in the centre of the room and wondered if it had come with the hotel. It had stains all over it and from here he couldn't really tell what they were, though he guessed that the dark patches were blood.
Angel noticed that both Cordelia and Gunn were getting ready to go out, probably getting ready for dealing with Cordelia's vision.
Gunn stood with his favourite axe slung over his shoulder. Cordelia stood next to him, with a smaller axe hanging by her side. Both were watching the two vampires.
Fred was by the phone with a book in her hands and glasses perched on the end of her nose. Angel didn't think that she had seen him yet. Wesley walked out of the office and noticed Angel standing at the door.
"Oh. You're here." Wesley noticed Spike standing behind Angel. "I didn't realize you were bringing him back with you. Do you really think it wise?"
Spike felt his heart sink. He wasn't welcome. Surely Angel would kick him out if his pets didn't want him here.
"Yes, I do think it wise. I wouldn't have left my *pregnant* childe in Sunnydale. He, and *my* unborn child belong here, with me." Angel looked the whole group in the eye while he spoke, making sure that they understood that Spike would not be leaving.
"Okay, very well. If you think it is the right thing to do, then I am behind you." Wesley smiled "Welcome to LA, Spike. I'm Wesley Wyndham- Pryce. It's a pleasure to meet you," he said in a friendly tone.
Everyone else in the room swapped nervous looks, but said nothing, unsure of what to make of the situation.
"Nice to meet you," Spike said, stepping out from behind Angel, to face the humans standing in the large lobby.
"Right," Angel said, stepping further into the lobby. "This is Spike, everyone. My youngest childe." Spike quickly followed Angel. "Spike, this is Gunn," Angel said, pointing to the tall black man.
"Hey," Gun greeted Spike, nodding his head. Spike eyed his axe for a moment before replying.
"Those axes are expensive. Not to mention rare." Spike stated, more to Angel than the man holding it. Gunn just smiled; he was glad someone had noticed his weapon of choice.
"I'm sure you remember Cordelia from Sunnydale," Angel said, gesturing to her.
"Vaguely, yeah," Spike replied shyly. "I like your new hair- cut. Makes you look older, more sophisticated."
"See, someone likes it," Cordelia said, hitting Gunn on the shoulder. Angel smiled. He had forgotten how Spike could sweet -talk anyone, even those who knew who or what he really was.
"Nice to have you here. Want some pizza?" Cordelia pointed to a half eaten pizza in its box on the reception desk next to the phone. Spike shook his head, no.
"This is Fred. We rescued her from another dimension last year," Angel said. Spike noted the shyness the woman gave off, and smiled at her.
"Hello," Spike said softly to Fred.
"Okay then, what was this vision about?" Angel went into `Protector of the Weak' mode, and Spike rolled his eyes, trying not to laugh as Angel rubbed his hands together, obviously looking forward to fighting a demon.
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Angel had gone out to kill the demon, with the help of a few of his humans. Angel had told Spike that he should rest after the long journey here, because he didn't want anything to happen to him or their unborn child.
So Spike was left alone with the pretty girl named Fred. The others had decided that she would be perfectly safe alone with him, what with the chip and all.
Well, what they didn't count on was that Spike would get the munchies and clean out most of Angel's blood. He and Fred decided that they should cook up the human food and eat that aswell.
So Spike sat in the lobby with a large plate of bacon, eggs, toast, baked beans, sausages, chicken, chips and a glass of diet coke. Fred also sat with a large plate of food in her lap, talking about anything that came to mind.
They'd talked about the weather to break the ice, then what was in the movies. Then Fred told him how Angel had rescued her, and Spike told her about his chip.
They were now having a comfortable conversation about how Angel got his hair so perfect without the aid of a mirror.
"He has to have some kind of magic mirror so he can see himself. I mean the guy is vain. Don't get me wrong, he's a great looking bloke, but he is just like.like. I don't know." Spike stuffed a slice of toast into his mouth.
"A teenage girl?" Fred offered. Spike stared at her for a few seconds, before both burst into fits of laughter.
All of a sudden Spike stopped laughing and clutched his stomach. Fred stopped and looked at the Vampire, worried for her newfound friend.
"Spike?" She wasn't sure what was happening, and she was worried about Spike, as he had paled considerably.
"Where's the bathroom?" Spike gasped. Fred pointed to a door on the other side of the room. Spike turned around and ran, Fred staring after him.
Spike made it to the bathroom just in time to throw up everything that he had eaten in the last few hours down the toilet.
Fred ran to his side and rubbed his back soothingly.
"Are you okay?" She asked from behind the vampire, who was still leaning over the toilet basin, retching.
"That was a bloody awful experience," he muttered, looking up at the girl, now sat by his side, concern written all over her features. He smiled at her and chuckled to ease her worries. "I'm fine, pet. Hungry again, but fine." Spike stood up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
Fred reached across and pulled out a towel from beside him, then flushed the toilet.
"Here," she said, handing it to him. Spike washed his hands and face and then dried himself off with the offered towel, then threw it into the washing basket in the corner.
"Cheers. How `bout we get back out there and finish our meals while we wait for our soldiers to return from war?" Spike started for the door, Fred following close behind.
They had just sat down and begun eating again when the doors flew open, and in walked Gunn, supporting an injured Cordelia.
Spike jumped from his seat and ran over to help the pair. He lifted up Cordelia, carrying her to the couch and laying her down.
Spike noted that she was barley conscious as she groaned in pain. In a moment Gunn was by his side with the first aid kit. Spike looked at Cordelia's pale face and then down her body, coming to rest on her stomach, where a large gaping wound bled profusely from under her top.
It all seemed to be happening in slow motion and Spike couldn't quite figure out if it was real or just a dream. Had Spike dreamt that Angel came to pick him, a pregnant vampire, up? Did he dream the intimate kiss they shared in the car?
Cordelia's scream brought him back to reality. Even if this was just a dream, Spike wasn't going to see someone die in it.
Gunn was panicking; Spike could smell it all over him. The air was thick with fear and blood. Blood that once would have made him hungry now repulsed him as it seeped through the thin material of Cordelia's top, and onto the couch beneath her, joining the stains that were left there from the past.
Cordelia screamed again, and the sound sent chills down Spike's spine. Gunn was pulling Cordelia's top up but when he saw the wound, he stood and backed away.
This spurred Spike into action. He put pressure onto the wound, trying to stop the bleeding. He felt her breath stop but refused to give up, he wouldn't let her die. He hit her hard on the chest.
"Don't you dare die," he shouted. "Please don't die," he begged, starting to cry. He placed another sharp blow to her chest.
Cordelia's eye's snapped open and she started to cough.
Spike almost laughed, relieved that she wasn't dead. Yet. Spike's attention was brought back to the wound in her stomach. He put pressure back onto it. Spike wasn't sure why he felt the way he did about what was happening, but he did know that he couldn't let Angel down by allowing his friend to die.
"Gunn, Fred? Someone get some towels. Quick," Spike shouted.
Out of nowhere Angel was by his side, pushing towels onto the gash. After awhile, an ambulance crew arrived and took Cordelia to the hospital.
Angel stood at the door as they left, watching the ambulance doors swing closed. Wesley, Gunn and Fred left to follow in a car a few minutes later. Angel sighed.
Spike sat on the couch, where Cordelia had been. `Her blood will never come out of it,' he thought, staring at the large stain.
"I'm tired, Spike." Spike looked across at Angel. "What do you say to something to eat and then bed?" Angel asked softly.
Spike nodded and walked over to his Sire.
"I love you, Angel." Spike looked up at Angel's face and saw the pain in his eyes. "Something to eat and then we can get some sleep. When we wake up, we'll give the hospital a ring and see how Cordy's doing, okay?" Angel smiled at Spike's attempt to cheer him up.
"Okay." They headed towards the kitchen for some blood.
Spike opened the door and allowed Angel to enter first.
"Oh, I think you may have to buy some more blood. You see, Fred got kinda peckish."
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Up in Angel's bedroom, Spike lay stretched out on the king sized bed, watching Angel remove his shoes.
"Do you know that you saved Cordelia's life today?" Angel asked gently, turning around to face his Childe.
"It was nothin','" Spike answered. But he knew it was more than nothing. He'd really cared about whether she had lived or died.
"No, Spike, it wasn't `nothin''. Cordelia is my friend, and I let her get hurt, almost killed. You saved my friend, Spike." Angel leant across the bed and kissed Spike softly on the lips. "Thank you," he said as he pulled away.
"I felt like I had to do something. I don't know why, but I really couldn't let her die." Spike hoped he didn't sound like a ponce.
"I know," Angel answered. He got up from the bed and walked over to his wardrobe. "Do you want something to sleep in or did you bring something?" Angel asked over his shoulder.
"Urm.No, I mean yes, I would like to borrow something, and no, I didn't bring anything."
Angel chuckled at Spike. "Okay. Here," Angel said, throwing a pair of sweat pants and a tee shirt to Spike. "You want to sleep in here?" he asked, almost nervously.
"Yeah, sure. If you don't mind, that is?" Spike answered, equally nervous.
"No, of course not. I'll sleep on the couch."
"Oh. Why don't you sleep in the bed.with me?" Spike asked shyly.
Angel smiled. "We're acting like kids. Get changed," Angel said, laughing, while pulling off his top and then starting on his pants, Spike copying him.
Spike loved to hear his Sire laugh, but he had to admit that he liked Angel's well-toned body even more. He glanced across at Angel's smooth back, watching as Angel lowered his pants to the floor, revealing his boxer-clad buttocks. Spike smiled and looked away. When they were changed and lying in bed, Spike snuggled up against Angel's side.
"Oh, I almost forgot. I made an appointment for you at a doctors for Monday evening, so you have a couple of day's rest, okay?"
Spike snuggled closer. "Good, cos I was sick today. It was horrible. Vampires just shouldn't be sick," Spike sulked.
"Are you okay?" Angel asked sympathetically.
"Yeah, I'm all right," he replied, the events of his day catching up with him. "Tired, but other than that, I feel really exited about everything."
Angel nodded. "Me too. I'm happy you're here." Angel leaned down and placed a kiss on top of Spike's head. "Good night, Baby."
"Good night, Sire." Both fell into a peaceful sleep, dreaming of being in each other's arms, with a small child giggling along side them.
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