Pairing: S/X, G/W, A/C, A/anything breathing, PG Rating. Summary: It's been a rough week RL wise. I did this to cheer myself up. It's silly and not beta'd. "What, you're not going to show us William the vampire?!". Author's Note: Also for TJ who offered money to read more of Liam the vampire wanker: small denominations, unmarked of course
the Return of
the Gem of Amara
"I'm telling you this is the real thing," the weasely little demon whined twisting ineffectually in the
larger demon's grasp.
"The boss said kittens, he didn't say nuthin about no ring," the Fyarl snarled.
"But, but, it's the Gem of Amara," the little demon stressed. "It grants the wearer power, invulnerability, ability to walk in the sunlight, the works." He decided to leave out the vampire part, no need to complicate the issue.
The Fyarl looked unconvinced although it was hard to tell on a face not fashioned to show any emotion other than ferocity. "Where did you get it?"
"I was down in L.A., you know looking for prospects when I see Angelus, the Angelus. Well I figure, hey where he is, mayhem follows right? So anyways, I follow him and he's trying to destroy this ring, does a pretty good job of it too but there's a little bit left so I sweep it up and take it to a friend of mine who does spells and she manages to get it back." The
little demon babbled as if his life depended on it, which in fact it did.
The Fyarl peered at the ring in his large palm, aside from the circular shape he couldn't make out much, being extremely near sighted but too embarrassed to pull out his glasses in front of the smaller demon. He knew there were other questions he should be asking but thinking wasn't his strong suit and he was having trouble keeping on topic as it was, preferring to teach the little critter a painful lesson and still be in time to meet his friends at the local demon pub and catch the end of the playoffs.
"So, you take this ring in payment right, in lieu of kittens and we're square right?" The diminutive creature asked hopefully.
Unfortunately for him, the Fyarl hadn't understood the phrase 'in lieu of' and assumed he'd been insulted. His response was a furious roar before tossing the hapless demon through the air in an impressive display of supernatural strength. The little demon had just enough time to let out a squeak before closing his eyes and commending his soul (such as it was) to his Maker. Luckily or unluckily as the case may be, he landed in a large open tallow bin used by a local restaurant chain. He emerged relatively unhurt although he was unable to rid himself of the smell of cheesy fries for weeks afterwards and was persona non grata with his girlfriend during that time.
The Fyarl meanwhile pocketed the ring and lumbered off to join his friends in a well earned after work drink. Five pitchers of beer later he'd all ready forgotten about the incident and we would never have heard of it again except for the fact that his employer a local lone shark, (literally) wanted to know where his kittens were, which of course jogged the Fyarl's memory sufficiently to remember the ring. His boss looked at the battered piece of jewelry, listened to his employee's tale, lamented the lack of good help these days and promptly fired said employee on the spot.
The boss stared morosely at the ring before deciding that he might as well try to get something out of this mess and put out the word that the Gem of Amara was up for sale on the fifteenth of the month to the highest bidder, cash only, no checks or credit cards, please.
And thus our story begins.
"And you're quite sure about this information?" Giles asked for the second time.
"Yes!" Buffy, Willow, Xander, Anya, Spike and even Tara yelled in exasperation.
"Well there's no need to be testy," the Watcher said rather testily.
"I'm telling you that's what the vamp said right before I dusted him," Buffy sighed.
"But after she'd beaten the stuffing out of him," Xander added helpfully.
"And before Anya kicked him the cajones for ruining her new shirt," Spike smirked.
"Silk blouse," Anya corrected automatically.
"But weren't we assured that Angel . . ."
"Spike please!" Giles snapped, "That he destroyed the Gem?"
"That's what Angel. . . "
"Spike give it a rest," Buffy sighed, "That's what he said and I double checked it with him."
"Still, I do think we should look into this." Giles removed his glasses and began Slow Cleaning Maneuver Number Three, as Xander, Buffy and Willow had dubbed it one night in a fit of sleep-deprived humor.
"Xander and Spike shall go." Giles mentally counted to twenty as the complaints started.
"I don't see why I have to go G-man, (Giles winced at the hated nickname) besides you know how I feel about Deadboy and Fangless." Xander slumped into his seat and kicked at the floor in a fit of pique.
"Making me go is cruel and unusual punishment it is. I've all ready lost the Gem once; I shouldn't have to do this, unless of course you'd like me to buy it back. I could use it to fight against evil." Spike tried to smile ingratiatingly.
Buffy stared at the smiling vampire and turned to Giles with a look of concern. "Are you sure that this is a good idea, maybe I should go along."
"No, Xander and Spike can meet up with Angel . . ."
"Spike!" Willow warned.
Giles shook his head and silently commended himself on his plan, Xander and Spike would be gone, affording him some much needed peace and with any luck Xander would lose the vampire before having to return home.
"As I was saying, you can meet up with the L.A. team and see if there is any merit to this rumor and report back. I'm sure that A," Giles shot a quick look at Spike before amending, "the L.A. team can handle the matter."
Xander glared at the blonde who sneered back. "We can leave now, Spike can fit in the trunk." Xander said helpfully noting the beautiful sunny day.
"I am the Anti-Christ, I am the ...." Spike started singing at the top of his lungs.
"See what you've done? Don't tease him, he just gets cranky," Willow admonished her friend.
"All right, you win!" Xander yelled. Spike immediately stopped singing and beamed innocently.
"I hate you," Xander sighed. Spike only smiled.
"They're sending Spike and Xander," Cordy informed the group.
"Why?" Angel's left eye twitched slightly.
"Because they were driving Giles crazy?" Cordy hazarded a guess. "And he's probably still a little ticked at you about the entire trying to suck the world into Hell affair."
Angel muttered something unintelligible and continued going over the bills.
"Well that's the third vampire we've tried it on boss. I don't think this thing works." The demon added as he began sweeping the ash remains off the patio.
Meanwhile, another lackey finished checking off sunlight on his list. The boss was absolutely livid. "Didn't anyone think to check this ring out before we sent out the invitations?"
"Well you know; it's the playoffs."
The boss snarled and contemplated eating the lackey for dinner but he was the only one of his employees who could program the VCR properly.
"What are we gonna do? In ten days time we're gonna have at least a hundred demons here from Earth and various other dimensions, bidding on a working Gem of Amara which we don't have! Do you know what they're gonna do to us when they find out, do you?!"
"I have an idea," began one of the newer employees hesitantly. He glanced around nervously as he noticed the others in the room moving away from him to a safe distance.
"What would that be?" The boss leaned forward with a sneer that showed a goodly portion of his triple row of teeth.
The employee swallowed heavily, "We could lose it. There's bound to be some do gooders out there just waiting to stop our nefarious plans, so let 'em."
Dead silence greeted his pronouncement, aside from the sound of those nearest to him moving farther away. He closed his eyes and awaited his fate, when nothing happened he opened one eye to see the boss tapping his chin thoughtfully.
"I like it! Put the word out that we're moving the Gem to a real secure location tonight, worried about it being stolen and all that, make sure everybody knows." The boss grinned and leaned back in his tank before flipping the TV channel to Passions.
"I spy with my little eye," Xander was up to "F". Spike was at the end of his patience and was busy trying to convince himself that the blinding pain of the chip would be worth poking Xander in his 'little eye'.
"C'mon Spike, try to get in the mood here." Xander bounced happily in his seat. Being trapped in a car with Spike was bad but being able to torment the vampire was good and so Xander felt he had achieved a Zen type balance on this trip.
Spike glared at the annoying human bouncing next to him. He didn't know which was worse; sugar rush Xander listening to some nameless and hopefully damned boy band or morose Xander singing along to a sad country tune. Spike had been putting up with both since Anya and the boy had agreed to go their separate ways. Actually it hadn't been so much an agreement as a meltdown complete with screaming, smashing dishes and curses. Spike had made popcorn and settled in for some serious bloodshed but Anya, former vengeance demon that she was, had wimped out and the two ended up sobbing on each others shoulders and bonding over double fudge and peanut butter ice cream - disgusting.
Xander glanced over at the pouting vampire and felt his good mood soar higher.
They arrived at the hotel in good time. Spike was looking forward to some serious Angel baiting to make up for the past two hours of Xander induced hell.
"Oi Peaches, we're here!" Spike sauntered into the lobby and was immediately faced with a crossbow bearing Cordelia, an axe bearing Gunn, and a sword bearing Wesley. "Hey!"
"Cordy, love the hair, Wesley, nice sword and you, I don't know you but if you're menacing Spike you're a friend of mine." Xander threw his kit on the couch and hopped over the back and bounced into place.
Cordy lowered her crossbow and gave Spike a look of pity. "He's been into the sugar again hasn't he?"
"Sixteen candy bars and three soda's since Sunnydale." Spike sighed.
"And a mocha," Xander sing songed.
"And a mocha," Spike grimaced plopping down on one of the chairs, putting his feet up on the coffee table. "Where's his royal poufiness."
"Right here and get your feet off the table." Angel stalked into the room, carrying his favorite broadsword. "They're moving the Gem tonight, let's go."
"But Deadboy," Xander whined.
"We just got here," Spike finished for him.
Angel's eye twitched slightly but his voice remained flat, "The sooner we get this done, the sooner you can go home. Don't you want to go home?" Angel's voice took on a slightly pleading tone.
Xander and Spike shared a look before turning to Angel with big eyed looks of seemingly total innocence, "No."
Angel's eye twitched even more, "Let's go."
Wesley, Cordy and Gunn lowered their weapons, "We'll take Gunn's truck shall we?" Wesley asked and quickly herded the other two towards the door without waiting for an answer.
That left the three men staring at each other. "Is this gonna be fun or what?" Xander piped up.
"Okay, now that seemed way too easy didn't it?" Xander asked the gang. They were standing around looking at Angel who was holding the Gem of Amara. Both he and Spike were staring at the ring with varying degrees of longing. The others couldn't figure out what all the fuss was about, especially Cordy who thought the thing was really tacky.
"I suppose you're gonna destroy it - again?" Spike grumbled.
"It's too powerful Spike, you know that." Angel sighed morosely, destroy the ring, get rid of the boys and then go home and settle in for a good long brood; being a creature of habit he hated having his schedule messed with.
"Excuse me, yet again may I point out how incredibly easy it was to get the ring away from the bad guys." Xander waved his hand trying to get the group's attention.
"Well, let's get it over with, the night's still young, we may actually be able to catch the new Jackie Chan at the Roxy." Gunn urged the vampire.
"We?" Cordy caught the shy looks passed between Gunn and Wes and rolled her eyes.Repressed much? she snorted to herself.
Xander threw up his hands in despair. "Fine, don't listen to me."
"Okay we won't," Spike piped up, being the only person who actually was listening to Xander.
Xander shot him a dirty look. "I hate you."
Spike preened, "I know."
"Well, here it goes," Angel said having completely ignored the conversation out of long practice.
This time however there was a blinding flash of light and a popping sound. Xander blinked rapidly trying to
clear his eyes, surprised to find himself on the ground. In fact, they were all on the ground.
"What happened here? Was that supposed to happen because I think that required some sort of warning you know?" Xander rubbed his eyes, his vision slowly clearing. "Everybody okay?"
"I'm fine and hello, warning would have been nice." Cordy's eyes widened in horror. "Oh dear God, please tell me I'm not sitting in some form of motor oil."
Wesley pulled Gunn up, steadying the younger man.
"Thanks," Gunn said quietly.
"You're welcome," Wes smiled shyly.
Cordy sighed deeply and gave Xander a look that said 'see what I have to put up with?'
"Jesus, Mary and Joseph, what the Hell happened here and who are you people?" Angel swore profusely, clutching at his head.
"Sir, your language, there is a lady present." Spike gave the older vampire a look of shocked horror before donning a pair of wire rimmed spectacles pulled from his duster pocket.
The humans stared at the two vampires in shock.
Xander was the first to break the silence, "Well heck, this can't be good."
William blinked, giving the humans a bemused look before noticing Cordelia's predicament; being the gentleman he was, he quickly leapt to his feet, tripped, righted himself and offered the wary young woman a hand.
"Miss if I may be of assistance?" He asked politely. "William Broadmore at your service."
Cordy carefully reached out and clasped the offered hand; she was gently tugged to her feet and found herself face to face with a bashful, shyly smiling vampire. Cordelia Chase was nobody's fool; she knew what to do when faced with the bizarre.
She smiled placatingly, backing away slowly, no sudden moves, edging her way carefully over to Xander, as he was closest and that's when William got his first clear look of Alexander L. Harris. Good Lord, Adonis in the flesh!
William felt his heart skip a beat- wait a moment, his heart seemed to be skipping quite a few beats! He suddenly clutched his chest and let out a cry of horror. "Help, I believe I'm having a heart attack!" He flailed about madly before upending himself by stumbling over a still groaning Angel.
"Mind where you're stepping ya daft man!" Liam winced as the Englishman's booted foot caught him in the midsection. God Almighty, what had he been drinkin' last night to get himself in such a state?
Wesley and Gunn hadn't moved although Wesley had adjusted his glasses for a better look at the vampires. He had to agree with Xander, this was not a good development, something had obviously gone wrong with the destruction of the ring, but what? Hmm, let's backtrack, shall we? he thought to himself, effectively avoiding what appeared to be an emotionally wrought situation and leaving the others to deal with it.
Cordy stamped her foot in frustration as she watched Wes go into investigation mode which in this case was being used as an avoidance maneuver and don't think she didn't realize it.
The stamp of Cordelia's foot got Liam's attention or it could have been the large expanse of leg she was showing or merely the fact that she was female, good looking and breathing, although the last trait was actually unnecessary (i.e. Darla) but as of right now, she was the best looking lass he'd seen in awhile. He grinned confidently and ignoring the still babbling Englishman, slipped to his feet with innate grace and started circling his prey.
Meanwhile Xander after having made his succinct and insightful pronouncement was busy trying to wrap his mind around the fact that Spike, the bane of his existence was thumping on his chest obviously trying to get his heart started; good thing he hadn't noticed yet that he wasn't breathing. Xander watched the vampire for a few seconds before taking pity on him.
"Hey there, you, Spike, Spike, hey William!" Xander yelled finally grabbing at the vampire's hands. William stared up at him in wide-eyed horror and Xander sighed and tapped the blonde on the chest gently.
"You're not going to die, there's a good reason for you not having a heart beat, him too." Xander motioned to the other man who was leaning up against the alley wall next to a trying too hard to look blasť Cordy, complimenting her on her sense of style.
"Liam," he offered with nary a glance in Xander and William's direction.
Xander gritted his teeth, "Fine, Liam, you did notice you didn't have a heart beat or that you weren't breathing right?"
Liam smiled at Cordy's sassy retort to his compliment, "Nay, can't say as I have with such a vision of loveliness in front of my eyes."
"Oh please," Cordy huffed but she brushed her hair back as she said it.
Xander mentally made gagging noises before turning back to William, still patiently waiting for an answer and much calmer now that he realized he wasn't dead or if he was, it could have be worse, he might not have been in the presence of an angel.
Xander met the besotted stare of the vampire and closed one eye, squinting in confusion. Nope, that didn't change the look on William's face, like Xander was the last chocolate in the box. He realized he should probably be freaked. He checked, nope not freaked, a little flattered maybe but not freaked. Note to self, file away reaction for future consideration.
He re-focused on William's dreamy smile. "Okay, William, pay attention."
"My attention is completely focused, I assure you." William straightened.
"The reason you're not breathing is, well, because," Xander frowned, "It's because you're the victim of an accident. Yeah, there's been an accident." Xander warmed to his topic, "Big science accident, a lab explosion, yeah, that's it, that's why it only seems like you're not breathing or anything.
Gunn who'd been suspiciously quiet during this entire exchange snorted loudly before breaking into guffaws and one or two snerks, ending up needing to borrow Wesley's handkerchief because he was laughing so hard, tears were running down his face.
"Oh yeah, that's a believable explanation," Gunn gasped.
"Hey!" Xander groused before turning to William who was staring at him in complete trust. Xander blinked, entirely unused to being stared at that way by anyone, especially a formerly snarky vampire. He awkwardly patted Spike, no, William's shoulder. "Don't worry, everything will be fine, believe it or not I've actually got experience in these matters."
"I have complete faith in you sir," William answered, trying not to sigh like a schoolgirl.
"Xander, I'm Xander, that's Wes, that's Gunn, that's Cordelia and Mr. Octopus there is Liam." Xander tapped Liam on the shoulder, "Hey you, want to give the lady some breathing room?" Liam raised an eyebrow but moved off obligingly enough. Xander glared at him before turning to a slightly flustered Cordy.
"What, what?" She shrugged before turning on Wesley. "Well Mister, what's the answer?"
\Wesley met her gaze, a look of deep concern on his face before taking a deep breath and stating, "I don't know."
"That's it? You don't know?" Cordy said very calmly.
Xander having learned his lesson the hard way grasped William's arm and tugged him back a few paces, putting a finger to his lips and shaking his head when the blonde tried to question him.
Wesley swallowed hard thinking fast on his feet, an excellent survival trait, "But I think I could easily find out. Why don't we go back to the hotel? We can't be on the street come sunrise anyway and I'm sure I have a book that can help with this situation."
"You're sure?" Cordy asked very gently. Xander and William stepped back two more paces.
"Absolutely," Wes stated emphatically, Gunn nodded vigorously in agreement.
"Fine than," She glanced at the unmoving males behind her, "Well come on boys, let's move it!"
"What a woman," Liam waggled his eyebrows suggestively before trotting along obediently.
William watched the object of his desire whip out a small pad of paper and jot down a few quick notes.
"What are those for?"
Xander watched Liam for second before turning to William with an evil smile, "Blackmail," he answered laughing maniacally.
"So than I was on the varsity swim team," Xander continued, William having asked Xander for his entire life's story. Xander couldn't help but be flattered to have someone hanging on his every word and taking down quotes where appropriate.
"We actually had a chance at the State Championships that year if the coach hadn't tried to turn us all into man eating fish creatures." Xander sighed, "Managed to letter anyway though."
"I knew you were an athlete, it's obvious from your grace and quick reflexes." William offered shyly watching as Xander tossed another cracker into the air before catching it in his mouth.
"It is?" Xander sat up a little straighter, "Yeah, I guess it is." He puffed out his chest a little before breaking into laughter, "You're the only one besides Willow who's ever noticed though." William beamed.
Xander smiled back before a frown overtook his features, "Except, you're not really you and so you, the real you, hasn't ever noticed." For some reason that thought bummed the young man out. He was getting to like this version of Spike, maybe Wesley could come up with some way of doing a mix and match when they went to put the two vampires back together, speaking of which, where was Liam?
"I mean it Liam or whatever you're calling yourself, I'll do it; I'll clout you so hard your ears will be ringing for days." Cordy warned, lamp in hand, desk between herself and a very frisky vampire.
"I love a lass with a good right hook, comes in handy in a fight." Liam made a dodge to the right, Cordy countered with a quick move to the left. Neither Liam nor William seemed to be able to access their vampiric abilities on demand, which was a good thing, right now, a very good thing.
"I'll scream," Cordy snapped.
"Promise?" Liam gave her a winning smile.
"God you are such a jerk!" Cordy yelled in frustration.
Liam endeavored to look contrite, "I know, I've few saving graces, but the love of a good woman could be the making of me. Won't you take a chance, lass?" He dropped his head, watching her through lowered lashes.
Cordy lowered the lamp fractionally, "Use that line often?" she asked dryly.
Liam raised his head, giving her his best sincere look, "Only when it really matters."
"You are so full of blarney," Cordy retorted, trying to hide a smile. She was good but she was only nineteen and this was Liam's life's work. He caught the smile and eased around the desk, a little closer to his prey.
"Is that a yes?" Liam was now on the same side of the desk as Cordy, but she still had the lamp.
Wesley burst into the lobby followed by Gunn. "I believe I've figured it out." Wes exclaimed. "The spell that was used to reassemble the ring stated that the item be returned to it's original state." Wesley frowned, "Absolutely shoddy workmanship though, shocking really but than the charlatans that pass themselves off as magic users these days well, let me tell you," Wes complained.
"Wes!" Xander interrupted.
"Yes, well, when Angel destroyed the ring the second time the spell simply expanded outward affecting the vampires because of course the ring was originally made to be of use to the undead so." Wes shrugged, "There you have it."
"You just made that up didn't you?" Xander said dryly.
Wesley blinked, "No," he hedged. "Why? Oh all right, yes I did, I don't know why the bloody thing worked the way it did but I do know how to reverse it. Happy!" he snapped at Xander.
"Yes," Xander smiled with childish victory. "Now when do we do this?"
Wes opened his mouth to answer when a shriek was heard from the office followed by a loud smack and Cordelia Chase exited in a fine state, furiously buttoning her blouse and shooting daggers at the males in the lobby.
"Men!" she snarled before stomping into the kitchen.
After a moment Liam emerged holding one eye but still grinning, "I can't understand why that woman's not married." He shook his head in disbelief.
Cordelia returned carrying a steak and slapping it into the vampire's hand. "If we don't get you back in your right mind soon I am so going to make you pay for this and you," she said turning and pointing to each man in turn, "All of you." The men felt a shiver of fear.
Xander turned to Wesley in desperation, "I never thought I'd say this and I'll deny it if anyone asks me but for God's sake man, get Angel back now before she comes for us one by one!" A wild-eyed Xander pleaded grabbing the ex-Watcher by his lapels.
Gunn kept a wary eye on Liam as the man did his best to engage Cordy's sympathies over the damage she'd caused while still keeping the steak over his black eye and damned if he didn't appear to be doing it. She slapped his hand away but not very hard. Gunn didn't like the looks of that; he patted Wesley's back trying to get his attention.
"Xander's right man, you better do something soon, those two are beginning to worry me."
"Yes well, if you'll let go of my clothing," Wesley unclenched the young man's death grip on his jacket. "We'll have Angel and Spike back in no time."
"Oh, well couldn't we just get Angel back right away and sort of leave William here alone, you know, do him later?" Xander asked.
William didn't pretend to understand half of what had passed except for Cordelia; that he got, but he did understand that he was about to be sent away from Xander and he didn't like that one bit.
"Yes, couldn't I stay with Xander?" William turned hopeful eyes to Wesley.
"I'm sorry no, they must be returned together." Wesley stated politely.
"Why?" William asked.
"Yeah, why?" Xander backed him up, much more upset than he thought he'd be by the thought of losing William although he did kind of miss the vampire's sharp sense of humor.
"Because," Wesley snapped, "And before you ask, yes it's a rule, all right?"
The men nodded sullenly the silence broken by the ominous sound of Cordy's half stifled giggle.
"Wes, hurry up, it's not looking good here." Gunn slapped the other man's arm while keeping his eyes on the couple.
"If everyone would kindly refrain from manhandling my person I believe I might be able to complete this spell," Wes snarled.
"I, well, I shall miss you Xander," William stuttered miserably.
"Hey, it's not like you're really going anywhere, you'll still be here and you. You'll just be you with a really bad attitude and terrible taste in music." Xander scrunched his nose, "And a diet that would make a shark happy." Xander sighed.
"There wasn't any laboratory accident was there?" William ventured.
"No, saw that plot on a late night creature feature." Xander sighed again. "Actually you're a vampire."
"A vampire?" William hesitated, "An undead creature of the night that strikes terror in to the hearts of the living?"
"Yup." Xander held his breath while he waited for information to filter into William's brain.
William pondered this for a moment, "Am I any good at it?"
Xander gave a short laugh, "Yeah, you're a real bastard."
Will nodded his head and toed the floor before catching the brunette's eyes and returning his smile. "Well, all right then." He held out a hand, "I won't forget you Xander Harris."
Xander stared at the offered hand, glanced over to where Liam had Cordy bent over one arm and was giving her one heck of a good bye and thought, What the Hell.
He took the hand, pulling Will close enough to claim his lips in a sweetly gentle kiss. He broke away after a moment and looked into dazed yet happy blue eyes. "I won't forget you either, William."
Wesley indicated that he was ready to begin the spell. Liam caught Xander's eye and winked. William smiled bravely. Wes chanted and there was another blinding flash of light.
"And once again, I am on the ground and no warning." Xander grumbled, sitting up.
"Bloody Hell, you great git, get off me, if I had to breath I be suffocating." Spike jabbed at Angel who snarled before sitting up and bringing a confused hand to his eye.
"How did we get to the hotel? Why do I have a black eye?" Angel stumbled to his feet.
Spike sniffed delicately and fingered the lipstick stain on Angel's collar. "Why do you smell like the Cheerleader and by the way that shade is all wrong for you." Spike smirked before turning to the staring humans.
"Oi! Whelp, what are you staring at?" Spike taunted before hazarding a quick glance out the door. "Oops, sunrise, guess we'll have to stay here for the day." Spike grinned.
Angel's eye twitch was back. "Spike shut up and will somebody please tell me what's happened?"
Cordy moved forward and grabbed Angel by the sweater, heading him toward the kitchen, "Come on Mr. Few Saving Graces."
Angel blanched and gulped. Cordy smiled evilly, "I'll fill you in and by the way, you owe me a new blouse."
Xander couldn't be sure but he was fairly certain he caught the faintest whimper from the dark vampire as he was led away.
Wesley and Gunn shared a sigh of relief.
"Thought for sure we were gonna have a situation on our hands." Gunn shuddered.
"A disaster narrowly averted, I agree," Wes answered before turning to Spike and Xander. "There are rooms on the second floor that you can use for the day." He gave Xander a soft pat on the back in commiseration before turning to Gunn.
"Sure, we can grab some breakfast on the way."
"C'mon Spike, let's go find our rooms for the day and get some sleep." Xander sighed deeply to himself; he supposed it was too much to expect that any part of William would be left to remember him.
"Hey Harris, you gotta stop watching those late night creature features."
Xander froze and turned to face a grinning Spike but with a hint of William in the eyes.
Xander felt his face just about split with his grin, "Yeah, I'll have to find another way to keep myself busy."
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Gem of Amara, 3D