ATS/BTVS - Spike/Angel(us) - Jealousy - PG-13
Title: Jealousy
Author: tamibrandt
Fandom: ATS/BTVS
Rating: PG-13
Character(s)/Pairing: Spike/Angel(us)
Summary: Set after YOU'RE WELCOME, BEFORE A HOLE IN THE WORLD. Angel gets jealous of Spike's comraderie with his team, even when they don't completely trust Angel.
Warnings: NO SPOILERS
Notes: Beta'd by Myself, spangels_girl
Word Count: 1,075
Written for 10_hurt_comfort
My Table Here
Angel walked past the Wolfram & Hart Science Department on his way back to his office. He had just come from the doctor’s wing around the corner after being treated for lacerations from the last fight with a demon Wesley had not yet identified. He stopped when a flash of white caught his eye.
Peering through the windows he saw Spike and Fred teasing each other. Angel wondered how it had happened that his team so readily accepted Spike into their midst. From what he understood, his childe was ostracized in Sunnydale while he was helping Buffy. He was used as muscle only and ridiculed the rest of the time.
Yet, when Spike materialized here in this very building, in his very office, everyone on his team accepted Spike, after the initial shock wore off. Now, he was watching Fred smile shyly at the blonde vampire as he tugged on a lock of her hair. Fred was the avid supporter of bringing his childe back to corporeal form even though he himself thought it was a waste of time and energy.
Angel gritted his teeth as he stared at the scene Spike and Fred made. His whole team took Spike in: he drank with Gunn, he made a fast friend out of Fred and treated her like a sister; he traded English anecdotes with Wesley, palled around with Lorne, though he still tried to avoid Harmony as much as possible. Hell, even Cordelia fell into step with him and she was part of the Spike-is-evil-and-tried-to-torture-the-boss faction.
Nothing was safe in his life from the blonde menace who was currently smirking at Fred. Angel gave a low growl. What he wouldn’t do for the pleasure of storming in there and punching that smirk right off Spike’s face.
Wait a minute. He could go in there and do just that. He was the CEO of this godforsaken law firm and he sired Spike. There was nothing on this earth that could stop him from going in there and knocking his childe on his ass.
Angel closed his eyes and breathed deep to gain control. I am a better vampire than he is. I’ve had a soul longer than he has. I can rise above this pettiness and not feel the desire to reach inside him and rip the soul right out of him along with any other internal organs that come out with it.
“Earth to Peaches,” a voice broke through Angel’s haze.
He refocused on Spike standing in front of him. Without giving it another thought, Angel hit him in the nose and knocked him down.
“Bloody hell! What was that for?” Spike sat up and rubbed his nose
“Right now, I’d go for existing,” Angel said and then held out his hand to Spike, helping the blonde to stand up.
Once Spike was on his feet, Angel walked away. Spike shook his head to clear it and then checked his nose again for any damage. What is it with people hitting me in the nose? There are other body parts that withstand impact a lot better, but no one hits me there. When he looked up, Angel was already a few feet away from him.
Angel heard Spike jogging up to him, but didn’t stop. “What do you want now, Spike?”
“What the bloody hell is the matter with you today? I thought we had this all hashed out during that fight for that Cup of Mountain Dew.”
“Why would anything be wrong?”
“I saw you glaring daggers at Fred and me through the window, pet.”
“I was not,” Angel denied weakly. “And don’t call me that!”
“Boy, are we extra touchy today? What happened? Did a big baddie ruin your new jacket?” Spike snarked.
“Fuck off, Spike!” Angel said over his shoulder.
“No.” Spike said simply.
Angel stopped, turned around and stared at Spike as if he had grown a second head.
“What’s the shocked look for, Angel? Since when have I ever followed your orders?”
Angel said nothing. Instead, he grabbed Spike’s wrist and dragged him along until he found an empty office, yanked him inside and slammed the door with a resounding bang.
“I don’t know what the hell kind of charming spell you have on my team, but it stops now! You have done nothing but follow in my footsteps since I made you. First, it was Drusilla, then you showed up in Sunnydale and went after Buffy either to kill her or fuck her or both, and now you’re in my city, in my office building and you’re automatically accepted as part of the team. Hell, even Cordy couldn’t even say anything bad about you before she died. When are you going to grow up and learn to be your own vampire?” Angel growled as he advanced on Spike.
“Ah. You’re jealous!” Spike said evenly, with a smirk playing across his full lips.
“I’m what?!”
“You’re jealous that I’ve moved in on your territory and made friends with your chums.”
“Huh?”
“You’re jealous ’cause you aren’t the center of the universe anymore. You’re no longer special, Angel. You have to deal with another vampire with a soul in your world.”
“That’s just another instance where you followed, hanging onto my coat tails.” Angel growled.
“Not likely and you haven’t worn ’tails since the 1920s,” Spike corrected him.
Angel’s eyes narrowed in anger. “How do you know that? Did you follow me through the centuries as well?”
“Only checked in on you every other decade or so to see how you were holding up. Couldn’t follow you, ponce. I had Dru to take care of. Oh yeah, I never properly thanked you for leaving me with that job. Bloody time-consuming it was. You’re lucky I was madly in love with her when you abandoned us!” Spike all but yelled before throwing a punch at Angel.
From outside the door all that could be heard were muffled growls and fists hitting flesh. Lorne was walking by when the commotion behind the door became harsher and louder. He stopped and looked at the panel curiously. Summoning his courage, he opened the door and peeked around it to see two vampires with coat lapels balled up in tight fists and the hottest lip-lock he had ever seen since Tony Curtis kissed Marilyn Monroe in Some Like It Hot.
Closing the door again, Lorne walked away saying, “I knew they’d get together sooner or later.”
Author: tamibrandt
Fandom: ATS/BTVS
Rating: PG-13
Character(s)/Pairing: Spike/Angel(us)
Summary: Set after YOU'RE WELCOME, BEFORE A HOLE IN THE WORLD. Angel gets jealous of Spike's comraderie with his team, even when they don't completely trust Angel.
Warnings: NO SPOILERS
Notes: Beta'd by Myself, spangels_girl
Word Count: 1,075
Written for 10_hurt_comfort
My Table Here
Angel walked past the Wolfram & Hart Science Department on his way back to his office. He had just come from the doctor’s wing around the corner after being treated for lacerations from the last fight with a demon Wesley had not yet identified. He stopped when a flash of white caught his eye.
Peering through the windows he saw Spike and Fred teasing each other. Angel wondered how it had happened that his team so readily accepted Spike into their midst. From what he understood, his childe was ostracized in Sunnydale while he was helping Buffy. He was used as muscle only and ridiculed the rest of the time.
Yet, when Spike materialized here in this very building, in his very office, everyone on his team accepted Spike, after the initial shock wore off. Now, he was watching Fred smile shyly at the blonde vampire as he tugged on a lock of her hair. Fred was the avid supporter of bringing his childe back to corporeal form even though he himself thought it was a waste of time and energy.
Angel gritted his teeth as he stared at the scene Spike and Fred made. His whole team took Spike in: he drank with Gunn, he made a fast friend out of Fred and treated her like a sister; he traded English anecdotes with Wesley, palled around with Lorne, though he still tried to avoid Harmony as much as possible. Hell, even Cordelia fell into step with him and she was part of the Spike-is-evil-and-tried-to-torture-the-boss faction.
Nothing was safe in his life from the blonde menace who was currently smirking at Fred. Angel gave a low growl. What he wouldn’t do for the pleasure of storming in there and punching that smirk right off Spike’s face.
Wait a minute. He could go in there and do just that. He was the CEO of this godforsaken law firm and he sired Spike. There was nothing on this earth that could stop him from going in there and knocking his childe on his ass.
Angel closed his eyes and breathed deep to gain control. I am a better vampire than he is. I’ve had a soul longer than he has. I can rise above this pettiness and not feel the desire to reach inside him and rip the soul right out of him along with any other internal organs that come out with it.
“Earth to Peaches,” a voice broke through Angel’s haze.
He refocused on Spike standing in front of him. Without giving it another thought, Angel hit him in the nose and knocked him down.
“Bloody hell! What was that for?” Spike sat up and rubbed his nose
“Right now, I’d go for existing,” Angel said and then held out his hand to Spike, helping the blonde to stand up.
Once Spike was on his feet, Angel walked away. Spike shook his head to clear it and then checked his nose again for any damage. What is it with people hitting me in the nose? There are other body parts that withstand impact a lot better, but no one hits me there. When he looked up, Angel was already a few feet away from him.
Angel heard Spike jogging up to him, but didn’t stop. “What do you want now, Spike?”
“What the bloody hell is the matter with you today? I thought we had this all hashed out during that fight for that Cup of Mountain Dew.”
“Why would anything be wrong?”
“I saw you glaring daggers at Fred and me through the window, pet.”
“I was not,” Angel denied weakly. “And don’t call me that!”
“Boy, are we extra touchy today? What happened? Did a big baddie ruin your new jacket?” Spike snarked.
“Fuck off, Spike!” Angel said over his shoulder.
“No.” Spike said simply.
Angel stopped, turned around and stared at Spike as if he had grown a second head.
“What’s the shocked look for, Angel? Since when have I ever followed your orders?”
Angel said nothing. Instead, he grabbed Spike’s wrist and dragged him along until he found an empty office, yanked him inside and slammed the door with a resounding bang.
“I don’t know what the hell kind of charming spell you have on my team, but it stops now! You have done nothing but follow in my footsteps since I made you. First, it was Drusilla, then you showed up in Sunnydale and went after Buffy either to kill her or fuck her or both, and now you’re in my city, in my office building and you’re automatically accepted as part of the team. Hell, even Cordy couldn’t even say anything bad about you before she died. When are you going to grow up and learn to be your own vampire?” Angel growled as he advanced on Spike.
“Ah. You’re jealous!” Spike said evenly, with a smirk playing across his full lips.
“I’m what?!”
“You’re jealous that I’ve moved in on your territory and made friends with your chums.”
“Huh?”
“You’re jealous ’cause you aren’t the center of the universe anymore. You’re no longer special, Angel. You have to deal with another vampire with a soul in your world.”
“That’s just another instance where you followed, hanging onto my coat tails.” Angel growled.
“Not likely and you haven’t worn ’tails since the 1920s,” Spike corrected him.
Angel’s eyes narrowed in anger. “How do you know that? Did you follow me through the centuries as well?”
“Only checked in on you every other decade or so to see how you were holding up. Couldn’t follow you, ponce. I had Dru to take care of. Oh yeah, I never properly thanked you for leaving me with that job. Bloody time-consuming it was. You’re lucky I was madly in love with her when you abandoned us!” Spike all but yelled before throwing a punch at Angel.
From outside the door all that could be heard were muffled growls and fists hitting flesh. Lorne was walking by when the commotion behind the door became harsher and louder. He stopped and looked at the panel curiously. Summoning his courage, he opened the door and peeked around it to see two vampires with coat lapels balled up in tight fists and the hottest lip-lock he had ever seen since Tony Curtis kissed Marilyn Monroe in Some Like It Hot.
Closing the door again, Lorne walked away saying, “I knew they’d get together sooner or later.”