AN: I was in the mood for some Angel bashing, so be warned. Also, there is a special guest whom I'm sure you all hate (not Angel, someone else). Anyways, on to the chapter!
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Buffy and its characters the property of Joss Whedon, and are not my intellectual property. There is no financial gain made from this nor will any be sought. This is for entertainment purposes only. Besides, if I owned these characters, I'd be writing a TV show, not fanfiction.
"Angel," I said into the phone. "You need to calm down! Yes, Buffy and Spike are together, but we also have-"
"Why?" Angel shouted through the phone. "Why are they together?"
"I thought you knew that they were together," I responded, avoiding the question.
"Last time I saw Buffy," he sighed. "She wouldn't tell me what they were. I just assumed- Hey! Answer my question! Why?"
"They're together because they love each other," I told him, exasperated with his jealous attitude.
"Love each other?" Angel shouted. "She loves him back?!"
Suddenly, Buffy ripped the phone out of my hand and began lecturing him on why she loved Spike, why Spike was deserving of her love, why it was none of his business, and the impending apocalypse. I knew that I didn't want to sit for a hour watching Buffy scold Angel, so I went to the kitchen. There, I saw Spike, head in hands, at the counter.
"Hey, you alright?" I asked.
"Fine," he sighed, moving his hands away from his face.
"No you're not," I said, sitting next to him. "What's wrong?"
"It's just- Buffy. And Angel."
"You're worried she's gonna leave you?"
"Yes," He said. "First love. Old flame. I finally have something with her, and I'm gonna lose it to Peaches."
"No you're not," I said, laughing. "Buffy's not gonna leave you. Right now, she's lecturing Angel on why she loves you!"
Spike, eyes wide as a doe's, looked up from the table, and asked, "Really? She's telling off Peaches?"
"Yeah!" I told him, putting my hand on his shoulder. "Besides, I know my sister. Have you seen the way she looks at you? She's totally head over heels for you!"
"You think so?" He said. "I mean, I didn't think she really-"
"I don't really what?" Buffy asked, walking into the room.
"I-uh-Well," Spike stammered. "I didn't think you knew just how much I loved you."
Walking over to him, she said, "You love me about half as much as I love you." She kissed his forehead, and grabbed his hand. "And I heard you before. About you being scared of me leaving you for Angel."
"Well, I mean, I am, but-"
"You don't have to be," she whispered to him. "I love you. And no one, not even Angel, is going to change that, alright?"
"Alright," he said.
When Angel arrived, things got pretty damn crazy. As soon as he got into Buffy's house, Spike wouldn't stop holding Buffy's hand. It was like he both wanted to keep Buffy from leaving him for Angel, and he wanted to prove to Angel that they were in love. Buffy was obviously not happy about his behavior, but she didn't say anything, because she knew that Spike was on edge about their relationship. This didn't go unnoticed by Angel, who repeatedly called him out on it. Spike always responded saying, "Holding hands is something that couples do, Angel." Finally, we got down to business.
"Listen," Angel said. "What caused Willow to go crazy? Maybe we can fix it."
"I broke up with her," Tara said. "It's my fault."
"Bollocks," Spike said. "It wasn't your fault. She went off the handle with magic. She was trying to alter people's memory. She deserved it."
"No one deserves to have their heart broken," Buffy said, glancing at Angel for a split second. "Tara deserves someone she trusts. Willow isn't trustworthy right now. But don't tell me that someone deserves to feel like that."
"I'm sorry," Spike whispered, looking at the ground. No one said anything for a while.
I spoke first. "Alright, let's find solutions!"
"It's simple," Angel said, standing up. "Tara and Willow have to get back together."
"Angel," I said. "That won't work. Tara needs someone she trusts. She doesn't trust Willow, so she shouldn't have to be with her."
"Well, it's the apocalypse!" Angel shouted. "Sometimes you have to do things you don't like!"
"Cool down, Peaches," Spike said, standing up. "Tara doesn't have to do anything she doesn't want to do."
"Yeah," Xander said. Anya nodded in agreement.
"We'll have to find another way," Buffy agreed.
"Are you kidding?" Angel scoffed. "Buffy, I thought you knew more than anyone that when the world's gonna end you have to make sacrifices! You should know better! I expected more from you."
"Shut up, you ponce," Spike shouted, standing up. "Don't ever talk to her like that again. She knows. She's stronger than any of us. And I don't just mean physically. She killed you! You were her first love and she killed you! She'll never love anyone like she loved you! You had your chance and you blew it, so don't come In here, and tell her how to live her life!" Buffy moved behind Spike and laid her hand on his shoulder.
"Spike, it's okay," she quietly said. "Let's just take a ten minute break. Cool down and such. Alright?" The group nodded and then dispersed. Buffy went to use the bathroom, and I watched as Spike and Angel argued.
"Don't talk to me like that again, Spike," Angel spat out.
"You shut up."
"Shut your trap, peaches."
"Shut your mouth."
"Just shut up."
"You guys are the worst," I said, taking a seat. "You argue over the dumbest things."
"Niblet, I'm fighting for your sis," Spike reasoned.
"She doesn't need anyone to fight for her, Spike," I said.
"Yeah, Spike," angel said furiously. "Besides, if she did need someone to fight for her, it wouldn't be you."
"And why is that?"
Angel proceeded to tell Spike that he and Buffy were soul mates. In return, Spike lectured him on how he could never be good for Buffy because he couldn't love her without a soul. Angel then told him that Spike couldn't love her. Spike then said he could, and that Angelus just didn't love Buffy. The bickering continued until they wound up right where they started: Talking about who was better for Buffy.
Buffy, of course, didn't like this, and she came into the room, saying, "None of you know what's best for me, so how about you let me make the choice, okay?" Spike and Angel retreated to their seats, and let Buffy take over. Sighing, Buffy pushed the meeting forward, asking, "Does anyone else have any suggestions?"
"Do you think talking to her would work?" I asked. "Like, maybe we could put some spell on her. Something that'll take away her magic. And then we can just talk her back to the good side? Maybe Xander could. He's her oldest friend."
"Please," Angel scoffed. "There is no way that would work! Dawn, don't you have homework or something?"
I could see Spike getting annoyed by Angel talking down to me, but I handled it myself. I slapped him across the face. "Sorry," I lied. Even Buffy was laughing a bit. Angel fell backwards, but caught himself.
"What the hell?" He shouted.
"That's my girl!" Spike shouted, obviously wanting an encore of the slap. "Again! Again!" He cheered. Even Buffy thought it was funny that Spike was acting like he was five.
"Do something!" Angel yelled, looking at Buffy.
"Did you just ask the Slayer to help you deal with a 15 year old girl?" Spike asked, laughing.
"Shut up," Angel said. He sat down instead of causing more trouble. "Anyways, I have some more ideas. We can try and steal her magic."
"That won't work," Spike said. "It's not the magic that's the problem. It's her emotions. She's all crazy because she's hurting. I vote for Dawn's plan. Send someone in who understands. Talk it out."
"You idiot," Angel growled. "Someone could die that way."
"No." I stood up. "No one's gonna die, because Willow is not out for death. She's out for hurt."
"Yeah," Buffy agreed. "But we need someone strong."
"Let me go," Xander suggested. "I'm her oldest friend. I know her the best." The vote was unanimous. Xander was going to talk to Willow. We just had to find Willow. First, we tried a tracking spell that went kablooie. Tara said Willow had probably used a spell to cover herself up and hide from locator spells and stuff. Then, we tried looking around town. Spike and Angel had to stay home, though, as it was still daytime. When we got home, it was 8 PM and the sun was down. Luckily, Angel and Spike hadn't destroyed the house. However, they were arguing.
As soon as we were in the house, Spike ran up to Buffy, asking, "If cavemen and astronauts were in a fight, who would win?" From the looks of it, they'd been arguing over this for at least 45 minutes.
"Um," Buffy started. "It depends. Do the astronauts have weapons?"
"No," Angel and Spike said in unison.
"Well, then I guess cavemen," Buffy decided.
"Ha!" Spike shouted, pointing a finger at Angel. "Cavemen are Neanderthals! Neanderthals are about twice as strong as modern humans!"
"Plus, fire," I said. Spike nodded proudly. I guess he won.
"Any good news?" Angel asked.
"Nope," Buffy responded. "Big old zero. Nothing of the good."
"Oh," Spike said, a bit ashamed that he had been arguing over stupid stuff while Buffy and the gang had been doing important work.
"Well, listen," Anya sighed, standing up. "I'm tired and hungry. Xander? Do you want to go home?" Xander nodded. "Well, see you guys tomorrow!" They left our house, as did Tara. Angel was apparently staying with us. Giles hadn't even shown up that day.
"Whaddya say we get some food?" Spike asked. "There's this new place in-"
"No," Buffy said. "We're eating here. I can't afford to eat out right now. All the money is gone. I have an interview tomorrow for the Double Meat Palace."
"Buffy," Spike started. "You shouldn't work there. You're too good for that place." Buffy, who was seriously frustrated, sat down on the couch. "Love, what's wrong?"
"I'm pathetic," she said, tears falling. "I'm doing a crap job of raising Dawn, I'm going to have to work at a fast food place, and I can't even afford to eat."
Spike put his arm around her and said, "Hey, Buffy, don't worry. You're not pathetic. You're amazing. You just came back from heaven. And you're already dealing with the apocalypse. No one is expecting you to be in the greatest state right now." Angel tried to ask about heaven, as he hadn't known before Spike mentioned it, but I waved him off, explaining that that was for another time. "I'll pay, alright? I've got some cash. In a box at my crypt. I knew we'd get to this at some point, so I've been saving my money from poker games for you."
"I don't want charity," she whispered, drying her tears.
"It's not charity. It's my treat," he said.
When we got to the restaurant, called Holy Guacamole, Buffy's spirits raised. We pigged out, eating tacos and chips and burritos. Spike payed the bill, despite it costing over 150 dollars. He didn't care as long as Buffy was happy.
Once we finished, we decided to look around the mall and shop. Spike still had a good 75 bucks left, so he payed for everything. I bought a thirty dollar pocket book, and Buffy got herself a ten dollar pair of sunglasses and a dress that was on sale for thirty dollars. By the time they got home, Spike was almost broke, and Buffy was happy. It was ten forty five, so they sent me off to bed. Spike stayed in Buffy's room, and Buffy and Spike took mom and dad's old bed. I didn't tell them, but I heard them laughing a lot. Despite everything that was going on, Spike was still making her laugh. And I thought that was beautiful.
The next morning, Angel went to get Xander, Anya, and Tara, using the sewer system of course, while Spike, Buffy and I went to get Giles and stop at Spike's crypt. At Spike's crypt, he put his left over money in a bag, and picked out another black tee and pair of jeans. I looked around the crypt while he changed, because I knew it would be awkward if I stayed. Buffy, however, either didn't realize that or didn't care, and she stayed right by him as he changed. In fact, when he took of his shirt, Buffy was ogling him.
"Alright, you love birds," I said. "Ready to go?"
I didn't get an answer, because right after I asked, the door to Spike's crypt flew open. Riley stood in the doorway.
"Captain Cardboard," Spike said after a few moments. "What brings you to Sunnyhell?"
"I don't know. Why don't you tell me, Doctor?" He replied.
"Doctor? What?" I asked. "Spike, what's going on?"
"I wish I knew," he said.
"Where are the eggs, Doctor?" Riley said a bit louder. He aimed his gun at Spike. I panicked.
"The eggs? Oh! You mean the Paneeze eggs!" Spike said. "I have to hold on to them for a buddy of mine. Why?"
"Paneeze eggs are dangerous. Paneeze feed on human flesh."
Spike turned somehow paler. "What?"
"Yeah, Doctor," Riley said.
"Stop calling me that!" He shouted.
Riley looked at Buffy and said, "Let's just get the eggs and clear out." Buffy followed Riley downstairs. She was obviously hurt by Spike. He was holding demon eggs? He was supposed to be a good guy! Spike chase after them yelling and trying to explain himself. By the time I got to the basement, I saw Buffy and Riley frozen.
"They're about to hatch," Riley said, obviously scared. Just then, an egg cracked and a disgusting slimy demon thing crawled out. Riley started firing at the demons but he realized it was no use. Spike, Buffy, and I got out of the crypt and moved to the side. Riley tossed almost all of his grenades into the basement and a few in the main room. He ran out of he crypt, just missing the explosion. After the smoke cleared out, Buffy ran to Spike and punched him square in the nose.
"What the hell?" She shouted at Spike. "You betrayed me!" I saw Riley smiling from the side. "You were supposed to be good! What the hell is wrong with you?"
Spike, not taking any crap, stood up and began shouting as well. "You're one to bloody talk! We had something, but once this ponce walks back in to town, you throw it all away and blow up my home! I told you the truth!"
"Oh, yeah. You were just holding them for a friend," Buffy growled. "You couldn't have come up with a better excuse?"
"Excuse?" He shouted back. "You think that was an excuse? Buffy, I'm in debt to this guy! He's a demon and he's the same species as the ones who took Dawn that night! He threatened to hurt her!" He calmed himself down, and said, "Where do you think last night's money came from? Poker. I knew that at some point, you would need cash. This is the only legal way for me to get it. I want to help you Buffy. I do, but I can't if you don't trust me."
Spike and Buffy made up within about an hour and decided that they were going to cancel the scooby meeting. Everyone needed a day off. Riley left town immediately after, realizing that him hanging around his ex wasn't going to do wonders for his marriage. Angel stuck around a while longer.
A few days later...
Angel always managed to screw things up, so him trying to break up Buffy and Spike was no surprise. He completely ignored any relationships he had in LA and tried again to make Buffy fall in love with him.
"Angel, I'm sorry, alright?" Buffy sighed. "Your life isn't as bright with me in it. I don't care. Spike and I-"
"Will never last," he finished for her.
"No," Buffy said. "We will. I know we will. Angel, love is supposed to make you happy. When we were together, we were miserable all the time. With Spike, I'm happy."
"He doesn't love you," Angel snarled.
"Really?" I asked. "Then explain this: he protected me while Buffy was gone. He went through torture for me when Glory was around. He sacrificed himself to Drusilla for me."
"He loves Drusilla," Angel reasoned.
"He killed Drusilla last week," Buffy told him. "He loves me."
"He can't. He doesn't have a soul," Angel said.
Spike, entering the room, said, "Don't need one, peaches. See, vampires can live without a soul. You just didn't love Buffy without a soul. Sorry, mate, but I'm not you." Buffy nodded her head. "Also, I'd appreciate it if you stopped making advances towards my girlfriend." Angel whipped his head around to see Buffy. She was smiling at Spike. She was also blushing! Probably because he called her his girlfriend. They were very tentative when it came to that stuff.
"Buffy, I still love you," Angel said. Spike scoffed, but he continued. "I'll always Love you. And if I can't have you now, I'll deal. But I'll be here when Spike leaves you at your lowest." Spike growled. I had to keep him from attacking Angel. "Or if you want me now," Angel added, moving dangerously close to Buffy. Now I was pissed. I grabbed Angel's arm and dragged him away from Buffy. I slapped him again.
"You'd do best to leave her alone," I said. "She's with Spike now. I really like Spike. So if you screw their relationship up, I will set you on fire in your sleep." Angel slowly backed away from me. "You haven't offered any helpful suggestions. So I believe it's time for you to go."
And the best part of the whole story is that he actually left a few hours later.
That night, while I watched Passions in the living room, Spike and Buffy joined me. I watched as Buffy curled up in Spike's lap. I watched as he stroked her hair and told her that he loved her. I watched as they were finally completely happy and stress free for the first time in a very long while.
End Notes: Alrighty. I'm going to take a break for a bit, as I have received a challenge that I would really like to work on. I also have to write a very gay In The Heights fic! Yay! And a story (not fanfiction, wow!). I had a lot of issues with my computer recently, but all is well now! Bye!