ATS/BTVS - Spike/Angel(us) - Tears - PG
Title: Tears
Author: tamibrandt
Fandom: ATS/BTVS
Rating: PG
Character(s)/Pairing: Spike/Angel(us)
Summary: Spike witnesses Angel in mourning.
Warnings: NO SPOILERS. Character death.
Notes: Beta'd by Myself.
Word Count: 1,005
Written for 10_hurt_comfort
My Table Here
Cordelia’s funeral was a gravesite service paid for by Wolfram & Hart. It was their one consolation prize to Angel. She had died before passing the visions on to anyone else. It’s just as well that it happened that way. The Powers That Be seemed to have abandoned him long ago, before he had taken over the evil law firm. Truth be told, Angel thought they’d abandoned him when Wesley had stolen his son. Maybe it was even before that when the same law firm decided to resurrect Darla and use her to try to drive him completely around the bend and succeeded in only pissing him off.
Angel stood with the rest of his team and Spike. The blonde vampire had come for support even though he didn’t know Cordy very well. It had surprised him when Spike had entered his penthouse dressed in a suit offering to come to the funeral with him. The attire was enough to floor him. Spike never dressed up for anything. But, there his boy stood in his bedroom doorway in the dark gray suit without a tie.
When Angel had raised an eyebrow in question, Spike shrugged and said that the soul came with a sense of decorum and that it was customary to wear a suit to a funeral. Then, Spike helped Angel with his tie. His childe had been full of surprises since Cordelia had passed away. Spike was doing things Angel had never thought he’d do in a million years.
Now, Spike stood next to him as the pastor droned on over the 23rd Psalm and a few general things about Cordelia Chase’s life. The elderly man didn’t know her. He never witnessed her bravery. He didn’t watch her mature from a spoiled rich girl into a strong fighter and later ascend to a Higher Being. Angel glanced at Spike and suddenly wished his childe had gotten to know her.
Feeling the discontent in his Sire, Spike blindly reached for Angel’s hand and laced their fingers discreetly, giving him a reassuring squeeze. Spike had only met Cordelia once before a few years ago when he had come to L.A. for the Gem. From what he saw of her recently, he admired her. Angel had trained her well in the art of combat. He could feel the sorrow roll off his Sire in waves and crash against him like ocean breakers.
When the service was over, Spike noticed that Angel was still in a daze. He tugged on his hand, pulling him away from the edge of the grave. He had seen a lot of death in his time, even caused most of it. But, he’d only been to one other funeral. The pain he felt from Angel now mirrored what he felt for Buffy then.
Angel let Spike lead him away from the gravesite and followed with unseeing eyes. He was too lost in memory to do otherwise. He kept silent on the drive back to the offices and mutely followed Spike into the elevator. He vaguely felt it move and the ding of the bell seemed distant when the doors opened to his home.
Spike led Angel into the living room and sat him down before going to the bureau and pouring them both a glass of Brandy. Giving Angel his, Spike then sat down beside him and sipped the dark liquid.
“I wish you could have known her, Spike.”
The sound of Angel’s voice startled the blonde. It was the first he had spoken since before the funeral.
“She was this naïve, pretentious little thing when I first saw her here. She cared more about money than anything after her parents lost everything. She had come here looking for stardom as an actress. Boy was she horrendous. She tried to do a theater production of Eternity once,” Angel reminisced.
“Yeah? How’d that go?” Spike asked.
“Awful. I thought I’d seen Eternity before, even thought I lived it until I sat through three hours of it with Wesley,” Angel said with a cringe and a small smile.
“I imagine you lied to her when she asked for your opinion,” Spike assumed.
“Yeah, but then someone slipped a happy pill in my drink and Angelus told her otherwise. She and Wesley chained me to my bed after that.” Angel chuckled at the memory.
“Well you always did like your bondage fun.”
“Hm. But, she grew up and matured into this strong, determined woman. She chose to be half demon in order to keep the visions,” Angel said, still lost in thought.
Spike’s scarred brow shot up at that. “She chose to be a demon? Buffy never mentioned anything about Cordelia being a demon,” Spike mused.
“I never told Buffy, never saw the point. Not to mention I had only seen or talked to her once after Cordy changed. I just wish you could have known her. She turned into this amazing woman. Now, she’s gone.” Angel said sadly.
“We’ve all got to go sometime, Angel. Even you and I have an expiration date. It may be tomorrow or in another hundred years, but it’s there,” Spike said.
“I know. I even realize that Fred, Wes and Gunn are human and will die eventually. I’ve lost Buffy twice.” Angel turned to really look at Spike. Tears shone in his eyes, threatening to spill. He rested his hand on Spike’s thigh. “I lost you once. I don’t think I can stand to lose you again. We may fight and argue, but that’s just the way we are. If you died the true death again, be assured that I’d follow you because there’d be nothing left to fight for.”
Spike was shocked by the declaration. He didn’t think Angel cared one way or the other about his welfare. He was even more surprised when Angel moved to lie on the couch, resting his head on Spike’s thigh. The blonde tentatively rested his hand on his Sire’s shoulder and silently comforted the shuddering body as Angel grieved quietly.
Author: tamibrandt
Fandom: ATS/BTVS
Rating: PG
Character(s)/Pairing: Spike/Angel(us)
Summary: Spike witnesses Angel in mourning.
Warnings: NO SPOILERS. Character death.
Notes: Beta'd by Myself.
Word Count: 1,005
Written for 10_hurt_comfort
My Table Here
Cordelia’s funeral was a gravesite service paid for by Wolfram & Hart. It was their one consolation prize to Angel. She had died before passing the visions on to anyone else. It’s just as well that it happened that way. The Powers That Be seemed to have abandoned him long ago, before he had taken over the evil law firm. Truth be told, Angel thought they’d abandoned him when Wesley had stolen his son. Maybe it was even before that when the same law firm decided to resurrect Darla and use her to try to drive him completely around the bend and succeeded in only pissing him off.
Angel stood with the rest of his team and Spike. The blonde vampire had come for support even though he didn’t know Cordy very well. It had surprised him when Spike had entered his penthouse dressed in a suit offering to come to the funeral with him. The attire was enough to floor him. Spike never dressed up for anything. But, there his boy stood in his bedroom doorway in the dark gray suit without a tie.
When Angel had raised an eyebrow in question, Spike shrugged and said that the soul came with a sense of decorum and that it was customary to wear a suit to a funeral. Then, Spike helped Angel with his tie. His childe had been full of surprises since Cordelia had passed away. Spike was doing things Angel had never thought he’d do in a million years.
Now, Spike stood next to him as the pastor droned on over the 23rd Psalm and a few general things about Cordelia Chase’s life. The elderly man didn’t know her. He never witnessed her bravery. He didn’t watch her mature from a spoiled rich girl into a strong fighter and later ascend to a Higher Being. Angel glanced at Spike and suddenly wished his childe had gotten to know her.
Feeling the discontent in his Sire, Spike blindly reached for Angel’s hand and laced their fingers discreetly, giving him a reassuring squeeze. Spike had only met Cordelia once before a few years ago when he had come to L.A. for the Gem. From what he saw of her recently, he admired her. Angel had trained her well in the art of combat. He could feel the sorrow roll off his Sire in waves and crash against him like ocean breakers.
When the service was over, Spike noticed that Angel was still in a daze. He tugged on his hand, pulling him away from the edge of the grave. He had seen a lot of death in his time, even caused most of it. But, he’d only been to one other funeral. The pain he felt from Angel now mirrored what he felt for Buffy then.
Angel let Spike lead him away from the gravesite and followed with unseeing eyes. He was too lost in memory to do otherwise. He kept silent on the drive back to the offices and mutely followed Spike into the elevator. He vaguely felt it move and the ding of the bell seemed distant when the doors opened to his home.
Spike led Angel into the living room and sat him down before going to the bureau and pouring them both a glass of Brandy. Giving Angel his, Spike then sat down beside him and sipped the dark liquid.
“I wish you could have known her, Spike.”
The sound of Angel’s voice startled the blonde. It was the first he had spoken since before the funeral.
“She was this naïve, pretentious little thing when I first saw her here. She cared more about money than anything after her parents lost everything. She had come here looking for stardom as an actress. Boy was she horrendous. She tried to do a theater production of Eternity once,” Angel reminisced.
“Yeah? How’d that go?” Spike asked.
“Awful. I thought I’d seen Eternity before, even thought I lived it until I sat through three hours of it with Wesley,” Angel said with a cringe and a small smile.
“I imagine you lied to her when she asked for your opinion,” Spike assumed.
“Yeah, but then someone slipped a happy pill in my drink and Angelus told her otherwise. She and Wesley chained me to my bed after that.” Angel chuckled at the memory.
“Well you always did like your bondage fun.”
“Hm. But, she grew up and matured into this strong, determined woman. She chose to be half demon in order to keep the visions,” Angel said, still lost in thought.
Spike’s scarred brow shot up at that. “She chose to be a demon? Buffy never mentioned anything about Cordelia being a demon,” Spike mused.
“I never told Buffy, never saw the point. Not to mention I had only seen or talked to her once after Cordy changed. I just wish you could have known her. She turned into this amazing woman. Now, she’s gone.” Angel said sadly.
“We’ve all got to go sometime, Angel. Even you and I have an expiration date. It may be tomorrow or in another hundred years, but it’s there,” Spike said.
“I know. I even realize that Fred, Wes and Gunn are human and will die eventually. I’ve lost Buffy twice.” Angel turned to really look at Spike. Tears shone in his eyes, threatening to spill. He rested his hand on Spike’s thigh. “I lost you once. I don’t think I can stand to lose you again. We may fight and argue, but that’s just the way we are. If you died the true death again, be assured that I’d follow you because there’d be nothing left to fight for.”
Spike was shocked by the declaration. He didn’t think Angel cared one way or the other about his welfare. He was even more surprised when Angel moved to lie on the couch, resting his head on Spike’s thigh. The blonde tentatively rested his hand on his Sire’s shoulder and silently comforted the shuddering body as Angel grieved quietly.