“What the fu…” Spike thought as he strolled into Angel’s office after lunch to find it entirely trashed. He only had a second to take in his surroundings, furniture well what *had* been furniture, papers and who knows what else were scattered all over the floor. The neatly displayed weapons had been torn from their brackets…in fact make that along with their brackets. The walls had been newly decorated with randomly placed fist holes and the occasional kicked-in dent along with numerous unidentifiable blemishes, gouges and craters.
“Get out,” Angel startled Spike as he bellowed savagely and practically launched himself at the blonde from out of nowhere. “Get out!” He screamed again, barreling into him in an attempt to push the blonde back out into the lobby but only succeeding in slamming him into the back of the open door causing it to close and trap the pair of them in the office. “Just…get…out,” Angel’s words faltered into sobs as he collapsed against Spike’s body, crying hysterically, aimlessly and powerlessly thumping his fists against his boy’s hard chest.
“Ang..” Spike began, making to wrap his arms around his distraught lover. His words were cut off, his voice suddenly tight and restricted as his Sire held him mercilessly around his throat, his mood swinging violently from despair to anger without warning.
“Bastard! I hope he was worth it,” Angel hissed caustically, getting right in his Childe’s face and pinning his gaze with angry eyes before stepping back and releasing him with a good hard shove, turning away from the sight of Spike, causing his boy to stumble to regain his balance.
Spike was silent, his mouth hanging open in shocked bewilderment, opening and closing a couple of times before he blurted a surprised, “What was that all about?”
“Just go,” Angel sighed in defeat, his shoulders slumped, not bothering to turn and face his youngest.
It’s was Spike turn to be angry now. “No, I will not fucking go,” he growled, stomping those few paces that separated him from Angel. “I wanna know why you attacked me for no bloody reason?” He stated, dropping his hand onto Angel’s shoulder, only to have it propelled away as the older vamp spun to face him, nearly knocking him over in the process.
“Don’t. Touch. Me,” Angel ground out the words through gritted teeth, seething, his eyes blazing with a level of hurt and betrayal that the younger vamp couldn’t remember ever having seen burn so fiercely.
“What the hell has gotten into you?” Spike asked incredulously, looking the picture of confusion.
“I heard you talking to Harmony,” Angel snapped as if that statement should have been enough.
“And?” Spike prompted when Angel didn’t continue.
Hell, Spike didn’t even have the decency to look the tiniest bit guilty and how dare he feign innocence, puzzlement.
“Angel?” He encouraged when the older vamp still didn’t elaborate and instead simply glared at him.
“Oh for fuck sake,” Spike mumbled when his patient stare still received no answer.
“You,” Angel finally accused.
“Me what?” Spike huffed in irritation.
“You promised,” Angel snarled. “All that talk about me being the only one, souls, eternity, forever and…” Angel shook his head, unwilling to continue as he let his gaze fall to stare at his feet. “I thought…” Angel’s voice fell suddenly soft, “I thought you loved me?”
“I do babe,” Spike confirmed soothingly, still at a loss as to why Angel was behaving so weirdly.
“Then why?” Angel hushed raising his newly tear stained face to his boy. “Why did you do it?”
“Do what?” Spike asked softly, cautiously when Angel didn’t continue. What had he done?
Angel took in the sight of his boy, absently rubbing his bruised and abused neck, starring at him in utter confusion. Spike looked completely lost and for a moment Angel felt remorse, almost believed that Spike was clueless. Almost.
“I thought we were good together,” Angel sulked.
“We are,” Spike assured him softly, reaching out to touch his Sire.
It stung his unbeating heart when Angel pulled away from him and corrected softly, “Were.”
“Were? You mean….” Spike’s lip trembled as he continued very slowly, “You mean, you don’t want me anymore? You don’t want us?”
“Us?” Angel let out a sorrowful, lonely snort of amusement.
“Yes, Us,” Spike stated passionately, defending their bond together, angered by Angel’s tone of finality.
“It’s not me that doesn’t want us,” Angel whispered.
“Well it’s certainly not me,” Spike defended angrily to which Angel just raised an eyebrow to intone “oh yeah.”
Spike growled in frustration, then pleaded, “For fuck sake Angel, what have I done? What is it you think I’ve done?”
“Spike?” Harmony burst in on the tense scene. “I…Shit, what happened in here?”
“Nothing,” Spike dismissed the ruined office with a sigh and a wave of his hand, mentally exhausted from trying to figure out just exactly what was going on here. Maybe Angel had suffered a head injury whilst Spike had been out to lunch. Maybe that’s why he was acting so strangely and irrationally. Yes that was it, some one had broken in, trashed the office, hit Angel over the head and then…what? Fled?
“Doesn’t look like…OK, OK nothing happened,” Harmony conceded holding her hands up in surrender as Spike turned to glare at her, challenging the woman to disagree with him.
“Look, what do you want?” Spike asked impatiently, yet tiredly, massaging his brow in an attempt to relieve the tension he was feeling.
“Pickle?”
“Huh?”
“Pickle! My burger has a pickle in it. I specifically asked you to get no gherkins.”
“Oh for fuck sake,” Spike growled under his breath, he didn’t need this right now.
“Every time you go there you come back with something wrong and…” Harmony nagged, but Spike had just about had enough and couldn’t be bothered to listen to her rattling on.
“Look, here’s an idea huh? Next time *you* go to McDonald’s and order your own fucking lunch huh?” Spike snapped at the other blonde, who simply huffed at him before leaving the office.
“McDonalds?” Angel whispered the question to himself.
“What?” Spike snapped angrily turning back to face Angel once more.
“You went to McDonalds?”
“Yes,” Spike sighed.
“You wanted something tasty and you went to McDonalds?”
“Yes,” Spike hissed in annoyance.
“The burger place?”
“Yes,” Spike snapped even more irritated now. “I wanted something tasty. I went to McDonald’s alright? Just like I told Harmony before lunch, I fancy something tasty, I'm going to McDonalds. Big fucking deal! Now back to…”
“You didn’t cheat on me with Lindsey?” Angel’s whole face lit up, a dumb smile spreading across his features which looked suspiciously like a grimace through his tears.
“Lindsey? What?” Spike asked looking possibly the most confused he had yet, “and I wouldn’t cheat on you,” he added, annoyed that Angel would ever doubt him.
“Spike, Oh Will…I’m so sorry. I love you, I love you,” Angel threw himself at Spike, kissing him and hugging him so tight that had his lungs held air, well they’d have popped. “McDonalds,” Angel laughed hysterically, “You went to *that* McDonalds!”
“Yes, we’ve established that and…oh, you thought…” realization dawned on Spike.
“I’m sorry. I just heard you say… and I know you always keep your promises but…”
“You were blinded by jealousy,” Spike nodded knowingly, stroking his hands calmingly down his Sire’s back, forgiving Angel for doubting him.
“I’m sorry,” Angel sighed, relaxing into Spike’s hold.
“McDonalds?” Spike snuffed a laugh into Angel’s hair. “Wanker,” he hushed, smiling softly.
END