From Sunnydale to Eternity

Author: Angel's blue eyed girl

Rating: M

Disclaimer: I wish I owned em, but I don't!

A/N: As always in all my fics I want to thank my bud, my awesome friend and beta reader Red! You are the absolute best and I love you bunches and bunches! Also to every one who has supported this and ALL my fics: THANK YOU!! You guys inspire me to write and I just want you to know how much I appreciate your reviews, feedback, brainstorming sessions and pm's! They all mean the world to me, so thank you, sincerely—you make my day!! :) :) :)

Chappie 6

Making It Work:

Sunnydale Memorial Hospital:

"Dammit Spike, stop it," Angel snapped, backing away as the annoying blond came at him again with the surgical tweezers he'd snatched out of one of the medical supply rooms.

Grabbing Angel's thick bicep, Spike halted his movement. "Listen mate, she bloody well almost died saving your arse tonight…the least I can do for the bint is make sure it wasn't for naught. Now stop being a baby and let me get the rest of the soddin' bullets out of your sorry hide!"

Angel pointedly looked down at where Spike was still clutching his arm. When Spike let go, Angel glared at him. "I'm not being a baby, dammit. It's just that those nurses were pretty insistent that a doctor look at me. All I need is for them to walk back in here and see you taking bullets out of me."

"Well, if you'd just take your bloody shirt all the way off it would go a lot faster, ya soddin' git!"

Angel exhaled loudly and sat down. "Oh, and that would look just great…they could really get an eyeful then, huh?"

Spike chuckled as he kneeled next him, intent on getting the rest of the bullets out of his stubborn Sire. "Worried about your reputation, Angelus?" the blond teased as he leaned forward, inserting the tweezers into Angel's chest and rooting around for the bullet there.

Angel hissed and gritted his teeth in pain. "No. I just don't want to explain how I'm still walking and talking with…" he looked down at the dish and counted quickly, "…oh—at least twenty bullets in me, dammit! Now, can you just shut up and hurry since you insist on doing this now," he griped, giving in and removing his shirt so Spike could reach the two bullets that had gone clear through his chest. One was lodged beneath his shoulder blade and the other one under his armpit.

Spike smirked and dropped another bullet into the metal pan he'd snatched when he swiped the tweezers. "I think you're worried some of the white hats will walk in and see you half naked with me and start thinkin' all kinds of dirty things…" he taunted, thoroughly enjoying irritating Angel.

Angel's whole body tensed up and he pulled away from Spike. "Shut. Up." He gritted out.

Spike gripped Angel's bicep to hold him still. "Bloody hell Angel quit acting like a virgin on your first date!" he snapped, when Angel moved again. "It's not like I've never seen you naked ya ponce and I KNOW you like pain ya kinky bastard, so just sit still would ya?"

Angel growled menacingly and his eyes flashed. "Spike I'm not going to tell you again—shut up about that and just get these…"

Buffy mumbled something from her bed just then and Angel shoved Spike away from him, jumped up and hurried to her bedside.

Her head turned from side to side and she began to thrash on the bed. "Angel! No, oh God—ANGEL!"" she sobbed. Her eyes were still closed so both vampires knew she wasn't conscious; she was probably reliving seeing him get shot.

Tears came to Angel's eyes and he gave a low growl, wishing he could go back and kill Adam all over again for putting her through this. "I'm here, baby," he whispered, holding her hand and stroking her face gently. She calmed immediately and he continued soothing her tenderly. "I'm okay—I love you—so much," he said, kissing her lips softly. "I can't lose her—I won't live through that again," he confessed softly looking up at Spike, his face a hauntingly beautiful picture of tortured pain. "I need her Spike. I NEED her…"

Surprised Angel had shown that kind of vulnerability, Spike nodded in sympathy. "You're not going to lose her, Peaches," he told the other vampire firmly. "She's getting the help she needs. No one suspects what really happened…though that one nurse did look at you odd. Think she remembers the last time you brought the duck here half drained?" he asked, raising a scarred brow.

Angel shrugged; that was the least of his worries. "She shouldn't have done it. I—God dammit!" he cursed running a hand through his hair. "She has to stop sacrificing herself for me," he said wearily, quieting his voice when Buffy's face scrunched up as if she sensed his anger.

Spike rolled his eyes. "Yeah, that's gonna happen," he scoffed. "And you're gonna start tanning too! The girl loves you, ya wanker. Of course she'd sacrifice herself for you—in a bloody heartbeat. I—" he stopped and shrugged. "I hated it and I hated you. But I know she's always loved you. No one else exists for her, so why don't ya let me get the rest of those soddin' bullets out of you so when the duck does wakes up you'll be all nice and healthy again, and at the very least she'll have succeeded in saving your miserable arse!"

Angel quirked a brow and chuckled at Spike's words. He bent down and kissed Buffy's lush mouth again, allowing his lips to settle over hers briefly, tasting her tears there. "I love you…come back to me," he whispered.

"If ya want her to come back, don't ya think you should bloody well be here to greet her, ya gel haired poof?"

Angel sighed in defeat as he moved away from Buffy's side and sat back down on the hard plastic hospital chair. Spike was right; the bullets had to come out. "Fine—just get 'em out—quick and shut up while you're doing it, would you?"

Spike smothered his cocky grin and went to work, removing the three bullets left in Angel's back and chest and back in record time. "There…I think that's all of them up here…"

Angel stiffened and his jaw clenched. "Well, the rest can wait…" he muttered, reaching for his shirt again.

Spike shook his head and grabbed Angel's hand, keeping him from putting his shirt on. He looked down and raised his eyes to Angel's. "Um…" He pointed out the holes in Angel's pants. "There's a few south of the border mate…" he said, grinning evilly, thoroughly enjoying Angel's prudish attitude. "And if ya really want to be all the man you can be for the chit, then I suggest you let me get 'em out!"

Angel blinked at him rapidly, hating this uncomfortable situation, and annoyed at Spike, too, for getting a kick out of it. "Fuck…" he cursed softly as he stood and unbuttoned his pants. "Fine," he muttered, pulling them down a few inches. "There's one here and another here," he said pointing to his hip. "And the last bullet is lodged right there…" he said as he pointed to a spot right next to his pubic bone. "Just get it done, 'cause the last thing I want to have happen is one of the nurses, or worse—one of Buffy's friends—to walk in here and find us with you on your knees, your face in my crotch, okay?"

Spike let out a short bark of laughter, debating whether he should remind Angel this wasn't the first time he'd been in this position. Unable to stop himself from needling the big poof, Spike smirked up at him as he pulled one of the bullets out and quipped, "Ya know, considerin' Angelus was such a perverted fucker, how is it that you're such a bloody prude?!"

"Spike…" Angel growled, his eyes nearly crossing with annoyance. "Would you just stop? I'm not a prude or…" he shook his head as the saying; 'Arguing with a fool, shows there's two,' went through his head. His voice was laced with annoyance as he said, "Why am I even having this conversation with you? Just shut up and…" he gasped and bit his lip as Spike's tweezers scraped bone. "Ow! Watch it!" he bit out, fighting to keep still.

Spike rolled his eyes. "Bloody baby," he muttered and proceeded to ignore Angel's complaints as he dug a bit deeper. "There you are, ya little bugger…" he said, smiling as he grasped the last bullet and pulled it free.

"Finally," Angel snapped, breathing a sigh of relief as he refastened his pants.

Spike chuckled softly. He enjoyed teasing the big lunkhead, no doubt about it. "Relax Angel your almighty reputation as a tight-ass is still in tact!"

Angel snarled softly as he gripped Spike's collar in both hands and yanked him up so that they were eye to eye. "Why the hell do you keep giving me a hard time? I've been patient with you, boy, but you're beginning to piss me off, Spikey!" he snapped, shoving him away.

"You're a soddin' wanker, ya know that, Angelus?" Spike began digging through his pockets, until he found his cigarettes. "I was bloody teasing you, ya git!" he groused, pulling one from the pack and putting it in his mouth. He went to light it, but Angel yanked it from his mouth. "Hey, what the bloody hell…?"

Angel pointed to the "No Smoking" sign. "We're in a hospital, Spike," he said as if he was talking to a child.

Spike narrowed his eyes and glared. "I bloody well know that, you ponce!" He shrugged, "Whatever…This is more of your guilt coming out to play, isn't it?" Spike wiggled his fingers at Angel. "Oooh, Angel the caped crusader says, don't smoke in the hospital, one of his pet humans might actually catch the cancer from me having a bloody smoke!" Spike flung himself down in a chair and crossed his arms petulantly. "As if I give a soddin' damn…" he growled softly.

Not sure if Spike meant about him or the humans, Angel sighed and let it go. "If you're going to pout, could you at least do it quietly?" Angel said after a few minutes of Spike muttering to himself about "bossy poofs and soddin' guilt ridden sires who always have to be in control!"

Stiffening, Spike turned angry blue eyes on his Sire. "I'm NOT pouting," he snapped, but his arms were still crossed and his whole demeanor was hostile. "I'm just wishin' you weren't such a poofy, guilty, gotta save the world, hate my childer, poncey bastard is all!"

Lowering his brows, Angel stared at him for several seconds, trying to make sense of that mouthful. He sat forward and scrubbed his hands down his face wearily. "What the hell do you want from me, Spike?" he asked with a sigh.

Spike sat forward, too. Meeting Angel's dark eyes he shrugged as he tried to put his thoughts into words. "I ain't saying I want a bloody thing from you, ya soddin' tosser, but I think you should acknowledge what you are and quit feeling so guilty for it," he said, leaning back in his chair and stretching out his legs. Crossing his arms, he scowled at the dark haired vampire who was looking like he wanted to be anywhere but here, having this conversation. Spike gave a mirthless chuckle. "Oh, and it might be nice if you were to remember you're me bleedin' sire and stop hating me for being what you made me, ya prick!"

Angel's eyes widened, he was stunned speechless. 'Did he say he was sorry?' He floundered uncomfortably; sitting back, he crossed his arms and his face fell into a dark, brooding look Spike knew well. The silence grew to uncomfortable proportions as Angel remained silent.

"Bloody hell! It figures, you ask me a question and I tell you the truth and you can't handle it. Never mind, pretend I didn't say a bleedin word!" Spike gave Angel a disgusted look and got up to leave.

Angel wished he knew what to say. He couldn't be happy with what Spike was. "Spike wait, I—I'm sorry. I wish I didn't feel like this, but—well—I DO feel guilty and I should. What Angelus did—" he stopped and Spike sat back down again.

"What Angelus did was be a demon. You're a twisted fucker without your soul, no bloody doubt about it, but that doesn't mean you need to feel guilty for the rest of your bloody un-life, nor do ya have to hate everything that reminds you of what you did before ya got your precious soul either!" Spike argued, leaning forward.

Angel snorted and gave Spike an incredulous look. "I wasn't just ANY demon and you know that. I enjoyed it more. I didn't just feed and hunt. I tortured and tormented because I liked it, so how can you sit here and tell me not to feel guilty for that?" he snapped, running his hands through his hair as he stood and began to pace.

"Alright, were you crueler than most?" He shrugged and gave Angel a small smile. "Abso-bloody-lutely. A right vicious prick you were at times, mate, but you were still me sire. You were my mentor, my Yoda, and then you were just gone," Spike said softly.

Angel's jaw dropped in surprise at how vulnerable Spike's normally cocky voice sounded right then. "You know why I left," he said quietly.

Spike pulled out his cigarettes again, remembered Angel's earlier reaction and shoved them back into the pocket of his duster in frustration. "Yeah, I get it. Got your soul and couldn't stand to look at us anymore."

Angel leaned against the wall and crossed his arms over his chest. "No Spike, that's not it. I came back after I got my soul, remember?"

If possible Spike's look became even more hostile. "Oh yeah, for about a week, then just up and left again, without even a word to me or Dru. Ya know, if you wanted to leave Darla, you could of told us. Me an' Dru…we woulda left with you."

Angel shook his head; it figures Darla had never told them the truth. "I didn't just leave. Darla didn't leave me a choice. She wanted me to kill and I just couldn't do it."

Spike scoffed. "What? You WERE killing, Angelus, I bloody well saw you, mate," he reminded Angel with a raised brow.

"Yeah, murderers, thieves, rapists…people doing more damage than we were, but not innocents. Not like I used to."

"And…? So bloody what?" Spike's eyes widened as he realized what had happened. "That bloody bitch! She threw you over?!"

Angel was surprised at how bad that still hurt. Darla's betrayal had cut deep, more deeply than he realized for it to actually still hurt. "Yeah, she wanted me to kill a newborn baby—I-I couldn't do it."

Spike laughed mirthlessly. "I always said she was a bleedin' bitch…" He shook his head. "Do you honestly think that would have bothered me and Dru?" Spike sighed and shook his head. "Christ Angel, we would have followed you to the ends of the bloody earth, mate. All you had to do was ask…"

Angel sighed and ran a weary hand down his face. "I didn't want to be reminded about my past—My soul—it changed me—I'm sorry," he said, sitting back down heavily.

Spike leaned forward and clasped his hands together as he digested all he'd just learned. His anger at Angel abated somewhat. He hadn't abandoned him and Dru—well, not really. He looked up at his dark, brooding Sire. "Quite a pair, aren't we? You and your bleedin' soul—and me and my chip!"

An idea came to Angel and he leaned forward, meeting Spike's eyes. "You know, Spike, your chip—it doesn't—it really isn't a bad thing. I mean, you could work with me and Buffy, maybe go to L.A. and—"

"And what? Don a bleedin' white hat?" He laughed and rolled his stunning blue eyes. "Not bloody likely, mate!"

Insulted and hurt that Spike was throwing his offer back in his face, Angel lashed out. "So you'd rather end up like Penn?" he said softly. "Because if you ever get that chip out, 'mate', that's what's gonna happen to you!"

Spike's eyes widened. "You know what, Angel? Soul or no soul—you're still a prick!" He stood and headed for the door.

"Spike, wait!" Angel growled and grabbed his arm. "Dammit—I didn't mean—look, this is hard for me. I—I just think you should learn to live with the chip. It makes you—"

Spike yanked his arm away. "What? Safe—acceptable to your little band of do gooders, huh? Bloody hell, Angel—you're my Sire, I shouldn't have to EARN a place with you, ya wanker!" He marched to the door, opened it and stood there for a second before turning to face Angel. "I forgave you years ago for leaving—I forgave you for coming back a crazy jaybird who teased me mercilessly, fucked Dru right in front of me and then wanted to suck the world into hell all because you couldn't admit you were in love with the Slayer. Hell, I even forgave you for hating me—maybe it's time you forgive me for being what I am, SIRE…" he snapped and stomped out of the room, black duster swirling around him.

Two hours later:

Spike walked back into the hospital room carrying a large paper sack. He'd almost left the great poof here to fend for himself, but…he was still love's bitch, and whether he liked it or not, the soddin' prick was his bloody Sire. He knew the boody bastard wouldn't go out for blood. "Here," he said, handing Angel a fresh shirt, another leather jacket and 2 bags of O positive.

Angel noticed Spike was still pissed at him as he took off his tattered, bullet ridden shirt. "Thanks," he mumbled, taking the proffered shirt and blood.

Spike simply nodded, but he couldn't help but notice that although his Sire's pale, perfectly muscled chest had almost healed, some of his wounds were still sluggishly leaking. He was glad he'd thought to get the blood.

"It's human," he said, indicating the bags of blood Angel held. "From the blood bank here…" When he saw Angel start to scowl, Spike rolled his eyes. "Bloody hell, don't throw a soddin' tizzy. You need the extra healing qualities that only human blood gives us. It's not like I killed anyone to get it, so just drink it and maybe say thanks, ya wanker!" he snapped, wondering why he even bothered.

Angel put the blood down and pulled on the black silk shirt, but left it unbuttoned. Spike's thoughtfulness surprised and touched him against his will. "Sorry—it's just…" he stopped and sighed.

Spike gave him a sarcastic smile, "Yeah I know, you don't drink human anymore. It gives you a sense of freedom from your demon to suffer with only animal blood—even though getting human from a blood bank isn't any different, ya poof!! But if it makes ya feel any better, do it for the Slayer so you won't be bleedin' all over her when she comes around!"

"You're right, I need to be healed when Buffy wakes up." He held out his hand. "Just give it to me…" he said with a weary sigh, but his lips were curved up in a small smile.

Spike noticed that little half smile. "Bloody hell!" he grumbled softly, handing over the bags. "Don't think just because I'm bringing you blood that I forgive you for threatening to kill me!"

Angel just grinned. "Spike, you're already dead…" he said nonchalantly as he allowed his face to shift before he bit into the bag of blood. He tipped his head back and gulped down the much needed nourishment.

Spike couldn't help but notice his sire's powerful throat muscles move as he swallowed. 'He's a bloody beautiful bastard', the blond vampire thought before he turned away, hating the conflicting emotions being around Angel brought out in him.

Angel had noticed Spike's preoccupation and his grin broadened as he finished the first bag and went for the second. He had that one done in seconds. "You can turn around now, I'm done," Angel said.

Spike turned around with a glare. "I wasn't—"

"Yeah I know, you weren't just staring at me," he said enjoying teasing Spike for once. "Here," Angel said tossing the empty bags at his childe as his face went back to his human guise. He looked down at his chest, still bared by the unbuttoned shirt. He grunted softly as his wounds went into fast action healing because of the infusion of human blood. "Thank you, Spike," he said softly.

Spike shrugged as nonchalantly as he could. "Yeah, well, don't bloody mention it, and I wasn't starin' at you ya arrogant poof!"

Angel chuckled as he buttoned up his shirt. "Yeah whatever—you're such a bad liar Spike, but that's okay. I forgive you…"

The bond vampire's eyes bulged. "YOU forgive ME? For bleedin' what?!"

"For being what you are. Isn't that what you've been asking me for?"

Spike sputtered. "B-but…" He stopped and eyed Angel strangely. "You do? Why?"

Angel shrugged and turned to look at Buffy. "Because of her," he whispered. "Because she loves me no matter who I am or what I've done." He turned back to Spike. "You're right, I made you what you are, the least I can do is do the same for you. I don't want to change you, Spike, I just want you to think about doing the right thing—okay?"

Spike nodded, confused and not at all sure how to answer that. "Um yeah, okay. Well, I gotta go mate. Got a game of kitty poker—they're waiting for me now, so—I'll just—"

Angel nodded with a smirk. "Go," he supplied, sensing his childe's conflicted emotions.

Spike nodded. "Yeah," he said heading for the door. He stopped as he opened the door. "Oh, and by the way…" He nodded his head towards Buffy. "The bird's Watcher and her little Slayerettes are all in the waiting room now, so be prepared…" he warned, then left.

Angel gave a deep sigh of frustration. He already KNEW how that conversation was going to go…Xander would call him 'Dead Boy' and ask him how many times was he going to save himself through Buffy. Willow would stand and wring her hands and look guilty and Giles would look down his British nose at him while wishing to God Buffy had staked him years ago! He thought of Cordy and how she would handle this situation. She wouldn't back down, that's for sure. Well, neither was he. Buffy loved him and he loved her and they weren't going to get rid of him this time. He grinned as he decided to take a page from his Seer's book and confront, rather than be attacked. With a determined stride, he went to face the Scoobies…

The next day:

"So they just—left? Just like that? And you didn't say anything to—you know, make them leave?" Buffy asked again as Angel helped her get dressed to leave the hospital.

Kneeling to put her shoes on, Angel shrugged, but his grin was sheepish as he looked up at her. "Well, I might have told them if I really wanted to hurt you I wouldn't have brought you to the hospital." He frowned and then sighed. "And I also might have told them if I wanted you to be a vampire, I would have taken you to L.A and I'd be waiting for you to rise as my mate there instead of sitting here in a hospital in Sunnydale," he admitted as he tied the laces to her sneakers.

"What?!" she gasped. Then she giggled as she saw the sparkle in his dark eyes. "Oh, my God, Angel, did you really?"

He nodded as he finished tying the other shoe. He stood and held out his hand to help her to her feet. "I'm sorry, but they were—"

Buffy allowed him to pull her to her feet. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him, ending his apology. "I know," she said when they separated. "I get it, they were giving you the whole 'Buffy sacrificed herself for you again' line, hmm?"

He slid his hands around her waist and pulled her flush against his body. "Yeah," he said huskily, his voice rough with awakening desire.

Buffy kissed his lush, sensual mouth fully. "Well, they're gonna have to deal—because I'm never letting you go again!" she told him firmly. "Got that? You—me—just consider us mated, without the whole—" She gave a little grimace. "Exchanging of blood thingy!"

With a deep, husky laugh he held up his hands in surrender. "Whatever you say, baby, God knows I don't want the Slayer after my ass—unless it's for this…" he said softly as he grabbed her and pulled her against him. He lowered his head, "I love you Buffy," he whispered softly, brushing his mouth against hers.

"I love you, too, Angel—so much," she said softly. "Take me home…"

"Which home?" he asked with a smile.

"Wherever you are..." she whispered, raising her lips for his kiss.

A deep grumble rumbled up from his chest. "Mine…" he growled, before taking her mouth in a kiss that left them both fervently wishing they were anywhere else but in a hospital room.

Angel gasped for unneeded breath as he pulled back. "Okay, let's see if we can get you out of here, huh?"

Buffy's hand went to her still tingling lips as she nodded wordlessly. "Hurry Angel…" she said, her eyes dark with passion.

Angel moaned. "Stop," he nearly pleaded. "Or I'm going to embarrass myself in front of the nurses when I wheel you out of here as if I'm competing for the Indy 500!"

Buffy giggled, then frowned as he headed out the door. "Wait, Angel, what do you mean wheel me out of here?" she said to the now empty room.



Buffy rolled her eyes as Angel insisted on taking her out of the hospital in a wheel chair. "You know, I thought you were kidding when you said 'wheel' me out of here! I SO don't need you to do this," she huffed, again trying to put her feet down to get out of the chair.

He stopped her by putting a hand on her shoulder. "Please--for me, just let me take care of you. Okay?" he cajoled her, using that sweet, deep purr of his that he damned well knew melted her insides like a hot knife through butter.

Buffy gave a suffering sigh, embarrassed at being treated like an invalid. "Fine, but I want you to know, I'm only doing this to satisfy your somewhat primitive need to be a macho man, okay?"

Angel laughed and continued wheeling her out to his waiting car. "Fine…point noted," he said, stopping in front of his big black Plymouth. He put down the brakes on the chair and bent down to scoop her into his arms.

Buffy rolled her eyes. "Oh, you gotta be kidding…" she sputtered, but when her eyes met the gentle, loving brown eyes of her lover, she gave in. "Angel…" she sighed and wrapped her arms around his neck as he lifted her out of the chair and seated her in his car. She stifled the giggle that wanted to burst forth at him treating her like she was dainty and fragile…instead she decided to just enjoy his protectiveness. If she was honest with herself, it felt good to be coddled and spoiled, so why should she deny her, and obviously him, the pleasure.

"There," he said, buckling her in. "Are you comfortable?" he asked softly, placing a tender kiss on her brow.

Buffy gave him a blindingly happy smile. "I'm perfect, thanks baby."

Her radiant smile captivated him, he stared and his jaw dropped at her beauty. When he didn't say anything Buffy giggled. "Angel…?" she questioned, snapping him out of his reverie.

He blinked rapidly. "It's just…Jesus, you're beautiful," he breathed.

Buffy beamed. How did she ever think she'd get over this man?! "Angel--I..." she sighed happily. "So are you. Can we…? Can we go home? I just want…I want you to hold me, make love to me," she told him boldly, her face flushing with embarrassment as she indulged in the sensual thoughts his compliment had inspired in her.

Angel smelled her sudden arousal and gave her a sexy half smile. "Anything you want, baby—and I do mean anything…" he murmured as he closed her door.

Buffy's mind raced at that. Anything? That had a ton of possibilities! Buffy chuckled huskily and a decidedly naughty smile graced her features as she leaned back against the seat. She closed her eyes as images of Angel tied naked to her bed flashed through her mind…

Angel had to adjust his pants at that smile and wicked little laugh. He stared at her, as always amazed she was really here and his. He climbed into the car, his eyes never leaving her gorgeous face. "Yeah, baby—" he whispered into her ear, startling her. "ANYTHING…" he said hotly, nipping at her earlobe.


Back at Giles' Apartment:

Spike had just finished explaining to Giles and the rest of the Scooby gang what had happened at the Initiative Compound. "The Slayer was in rare form when she put an end to ol' Frankie! Should've seen the duck—went bloody crazy she did…" he noticed all their morose faces and stopped. "What? She's alright," he informed them. "Angel is picking her up today."

Giles nodded. "Yes, we know, we, uh—saw Angel last night," he said, still angry at the vampire's high handed attitude. Refusing to discuss with Spike, of all people, how Angel had ordered them out of the hospital, Giles took his glasses off and polished them as he asked, "So she killed Adam and almost died saving Angel…again?"

Xander shook his head and scowled petulantly. "You know, how many times does Dead Boy get to eat at the Buffy buffet before he kills her?" He turned to Giles. "Buffy is supposed to be the Slayer of things that go bump in the night, not feed them. Is it just me who sees this as really, really wrong?!"

Spike shot the boy a glare. "He was dyin', ya git. He'd jumped in front of a bloody machine gun for her, what the bleedin' hell did you think she was gonna do, just let him die?!"

When none of them said anything, Spike shook his head. "You people…when are you ever gonna rise above your petty little prejudices?" he asked, raising a scarred brow. "Or is it that you're really so blind that you don't see how close to the darkness the Slayer lives? She IS one of those things that go bump in the night, children, yet you all expect her to be one with the dark at night and then—what? Just shrug it off come daylight? Are you really that bloody stupid?" He looked at them and chuckled, "Scratch that, you ARE that bloody stupid, aren'tcha?"

Giles puffed up. "Now just wait a bloody minute. I know Buffy and she is…"

Spike interrupted him. "You know, for someone who has Watcher on his resume, you might wanna actually pay attention to the girl you're supposedly watching…" Spike said softly. "She isn't what these children want her to be. She can't possibly be. She ISN'T normal--she's a supernatural being! How else do you think she kills creatures that can rip your bloody heart out before you'd even know it's there?"

Willow put her head down. "Well, we just thought it was—she was—y' know—just Buffy. We never saw her as…" the red headed witch stopped, guilt written across her face as Spike's words hit home.

"Anything more," Spike supplied with a smirk. "Well, for your information, she is. She's NOT a normal girl, but she wants to be one and as much as it bloody well kills me to admit it, Angel makes her feel like a normal girl. He loves her—and the Slayer—she loves him, plus the girl needs a little monster in her man, and if you people don't see that, then you really don't know her at all, now do you?" he asked them, his eyes meeting Giles' before marching out the door, sick of all of them and their judgmental attitude.


Earlier: The Mansion on Crawford St.

Angel had decided to bring her here rather than her house, because for once he didn't give a shit what her friends OR her Watcher wanted from her. He needed this time alone with his lover.

He had stopped by the store on the way home. Thank God some nice woman took pity on him and walked him through the store, picking out things for his "sick girlfriend". He'd filled his basket with everything from crackers, chicken noodle soup, fresh fruit, yogurt, ice cream (cookie dough fudge mint chip) and Spaghetti O's! Which he thought was a ridiculous name for pasta, but if Buffy might like them…well, he wanted them.

Buffy had told him he was being way too cavemannish when he insisted she wait in the car, but Angel was enjoying taking care of her, so she acquiesced with nothing more than a small pout.

A pout she'd worn up until the moment he'd headed in the direction of the mansion instead of her house on Revello Dr. "You aren't taking me home?"

"Un-unh," he'd told her, giving her a small glance. "I thought—well, I wanted to be alone with you," he'd finally admitted.

Buffy's smile had been breathtaking. "Good. That's—good," was all she'd said. She'd been a model patient since…



Angel checked the temperature of the soup again. Being a vampire, he couldn't really tell if it was too hot. He just hoped it wasn't. He gathered up her tray and headed for his bedroom where his sweet little Slayer was waiting, tucked in his bed—where she belonged…

He smiled as he carried in the tray loaded down with a bowl of Campbell's chicken noodle soup, crackers, fresh cantaloupe and a large glass of milk. He'd even picked some of the night blooming jasmine that still grew in the garden and put it in a small vase on the tray.

Buffy was tucked up to her chin in covers when he entered the room. She saw the tray and grinned. 'He was so sweet' she thought and her heart swelled with love for this complicated man. He was so broody, quiet and withdrawn at times, then he could be sexy, charming and more sensual than any man had a right to be, only to change again when he became fiercely protective and stubborn, too. But no matter his mood, his heart was so pure and loving—Buffy blinked back tears. She loved him, every little bit of him.

"Hey," he said, setting the tray on the bedside table next to her. "How do you feel?" he asked solicitously, fluffing the pillow behind her as she sat up.

Buffy chuckled. "Not nearly as bad as you're treating me, but hey, I'm all for a little spoilage, especially when you're my nurse…" she said, giving him a seductive grin.

Angel gave her his patented half smile. "Just indulge me here—you nearly died—again—for me..." he said, finishing in a whisper.

Buffy realized this was what it really boiled down to—Angel and his guilt. "And you nearly died saving me too, remember?" she told him softly, sitting back against the pillows and grasping his hand.

He sat next to her. "But you—you gave your blood—you would have let me…" he stopped and closed his eyes as he shuddered at the memory. When he opened them his dark eyes were nearly black with emotion. "You would've let me drain you, why?"

Buffy cupped his jaw in her hands. "Because without you I don't want to live—without you I don't live," she confessed quietly, squeezing the hand she held tightly. "I only exist without you Angel. I may breathe and walk through life, but I don't LIVE. I would gladly die a thousand times if it means saving you. Don't you see that? Just like you were willing to die for me, I'd gladly die for you too."

Angel's throat closed as he choked back an overwhelming urge to put his head in her lap and beg her to always love him like that. He understood the emotion she spoke of. It was what he felt when he jumped in front of Adam's gun. He leaned down and kissed her gently. "I know and I love you, but I really need you to stop trying to sacrifice yourself for me."

"Will you do the same?" she asked him skeptically, raising a brow.

"It's not the same thing," he said, but stopped when her eyes widened at that. He gave a sheepish grin and shrugged. "Okay, so it's exactly the same, but still…"

Buffy held up her hand to stop him. "Look, you saved me, I saved you—let's just call it even and say we'd both do it again because we love each other and move on, okay?"

He sighed and brought her hand to his lips. "Alright, but it doesn't mean I won't worry about you endangering yourself to save me," he said, scowling again.

"Like you don't for me…" she said exasperatedly. She sighed, then laughed softly and gave him a naughty little wink. "Anyways, I got the better end of the deal—when I saved you I got the whole orgasm thing—did you?"

Angel's jaw dropped in shock, his eyes widened and he blinked those big brown eyes at her as he stared, stunned at her cheekiness for a moment, before he felt a smile tug at his lips. "Not that I remember," he admitted with a husky chuckle.

Buffy grinned. "That's right, you didn't, but I did. So leave me be." She pulled him closer, "I'd do it again tomorrow if you got shot again by some Frankenstein monster. I'll do it anytime I think you're in danger and if you don't like it…" She wrapped her arms around his neck and brushed her lips against his. "Tough," she said, then kissed him deeply.

Angel wanted to argue, but her hot little tongue was invading his mouth, making it hard for him to think, much less argue. "Buffy…" he moaned instead and ran his hands through her soft blond hair.

She moaned too. "Angel, I need you, make love to me," she pleaded sweetly, lying back and pulling him down with her.

"We shouldn't—I mean you just—"

She kissed him again. "I'm fine, you know, Slayer healing and all. What I really need is you—inside me," she said boldly.

"Jesus Buffy, don't do this to me," he begged. "I want you to heal—you need your rest and…"

Buffy decided to show him how good she felt. She grabbed his shoulders and flipped him onto his back. Straddling his lean waist, she pinned him with his arms above his head and gave him a cocky little smile as she let his arms go and ripped his shirt open, sending buttons flying. She chuckled as he gaped at her. "Well, it seems I feel good enough to pin you—and strip you, so the real question here is—what're ya gonna do about it, big guy?"

Angel blinked at her for several seconds, surprised at how strong she already was, then as it sank in that she was just fine, a slow, lazy smile curved his sensual lips as he his worry for her was replaced by lust. "Do? So, you want ta know what it is I'm gonna do to ya, lass?" he teased in a lyrical accent Buffy had never heard before.

He flipped her then, holding her down as he covered her scantily clad body with his own form. "Well, I'm gonna do this…" he murmured, kissing her lips gently. "And this…" He placed a wet trail of kisses down her neck and lower... "And definitely this," he whispered huskily as he pulled open her shirt to expose her beautiful breasts. "Jesus, you're beautiful," he breathed, staring at her. "But that's not what you asked is it? You wanted to know what I have planned for you, didn't you? Well since I have you like this—" He gazed hungrily at her naked breasts. "Well, you know I have to do this," he moaned as he bent his head and took one of her nipples into his mouth, laving and suckling the hardened tip until Buffy was whimpering with pleasure.

"Oh God, Angel," she whimpered breathlessly, pressing him closer to her breasts and holding him there.

He chuckled softly. "Like that, do ya, lass?" he said in that magical voice.

She pulled his face up to hers. "Say my name—in that voice. Say Buffy…" she demanded, tingles racing up her spine as his eyes flashed from brown to gold and back again.

"Buffy—muirnín," he said in his native language, easily falling into the pattern of speech he'd had all his life and most of his un-life too. "Ghrá mo chroí, gráim thú," he said, calling her sweetheart, the love of his heart and telling her he loved her in Gaelic.

Buffy's mouth gaped a bit at the lyrical sound of his language. She giggled and even her toes curled in pleasure at how sexy he sounded. "Oh God, Angel, I love you—you sound so hot when you talk like that—make love to me," she implored, pressing tiny kisses to his lips, his jaw and down his neck.

Laughing at her enthusiasm, he allowed her to take the lead. She pushed his shirt off his shoulders, pulled it down his arms and tossed it aside. "There, now your chest looks perfect," she said softly, tracing the sculpted muscles. "Naked and beautiful...just the way I like you," she murmured as she scraped her nails across his nipples.

"Yesss!" he hissed softly as her nails raked across his chest and then down his belly. He inhaled raggedly as Buffy swirled her fingertip into his navel. "Jesus Buffy," he moaned softly.

"You have such a sexy body..." she said as she trailed her finger down the line of hair that led from his navel to his groin. "You make me hot just looking at you," she whispered breathlessly, sliding the tip of a painted nail just under the waist of his pants. "You know, that was one of the first things I noticed about you—" She saw his scowl and grinned. "Sorry, but it wasn't your communication skills that got my attention, baby—it was your hot face and bod!" she quipped. He shook his head and Buffy grinned. "Oh, come on, you know you're like a major hottie, so don't play…" she said teasingly.

He'd had enough of her teasing and sat up, pulling her onto his lap. He wrapped a hand in her hair and pulled her head back to he could stare into her eyes. "You wanna know the first thing I noticed about you?" he asked, holding her on his lap with one strong arm wrapped around her waist. "It was how light you were. How you radiated sweetness. You made me think of sunshine and love. Things I hadn't thought about in—well ever, really!" he told her gruffly. He kissed and nibbled at her lips. "You made me believe in happily ever after—you made me love you," he said softly, tracing her lips with his tongue, seeking entrance to his nirvana.

Buffy's green eyes lost their teasing look and she melted in his arms. "Oh, God…" she whispered and opened helplessly to him.

They kissed for several long moments. Angel took her mouth with brutal passion, groaning low in his belly as her tongue came out to swirl and play with his in a feverish, open mouthed kiss.

Buffy wrapped her arms around his head and kissed him back just as passionately. "I love you!" she gasped as his lips made their way down her throat. She automatically turned her head to the side for him and he growled possessively at her submissive position. He restrained himself from biting her; she'd just got out of the hospital, but he knew their lovemaking would involve plenty of biting—probably as much from her as him, he thought as he felt her strong white teeth nip at his neck.

"Buffy—I need you," he panted. She made him feel like more of a man than a monster and Angel was humbled and in awe that this beautiful woman loved him. "I love you, baby," he growled as she sat up and started tossing her clothes off.

She giggled. "Then get naked, because if you really loved me, you'd give me what I need right now—you!"

He laughed and quickly unbuttoned and shoved his pants down and off. He watched as her golden body was exposed to his hungry eyes. "Christ you take my breath away," he whispered.

Buffy blushed and quipped. "Angel you don't breathe."

"For you I do. For you I live, breathe, and die. You're everything to me Buffy. I--" He stopped and got up from the bed suddenly and headed across the room to his dresser.

While Buffy enjoyed the view of his naked backside, she wasn't sure why the hell he'd just jumped out of bed. "Angel, um--hey making love here--what are you--?" She stopped when he came back to the bed and knelt beside it. "Oh God..." she breathed, excited and terrified at the same time.

He opened the box and there nestled in black velvet was a beautiful platinum Claddagh ring. It was similar, but very different from the first one he'd given her years earlier. This ring had been hand designed for Buffy with a ruby as the heart, stunning diamonds made up the crown and garnet and emerald were placed stylishly where the hands clasped. He'd had it made years ago and Angel knew he couldn't wait another day to give it to her. "I love you, will you accept this as what it was intended for in my time and marry me Buffy?" he asked, his soft chocolate eyes huge with anxiety, yet tender and so sincere she just about melted into a huge puddle of Buffy goo right there at his feet!

Tears were already coursing down her cheeks as she nodded her head. "Yes..." she choked. She took a deep breath and answered again with conviction. "Yes--oh God yes I'll marry you Angel! Are you kidding?!" she cried and threw herself at him, knocking them both back and onto the floor. "Of course I'll marry you. I've only fantasized about it like a zillion times since I met you!" she said covering his face in euphoric kisses. "I love you--love you--love you!" she chanted, kissing him again and again.

Angel laughed as he finally managed to sit up. He took her hand and slid the ring on her left hand, heart pointed in, crown pointing out. "Now you really do belong to me," he said softly, but with a possessiveness that was unmistakeable.

Buffy heard that and grinned. He was going caveman again, only this time she didn't mind. Though she knew there would be times when she would, just like she knew they'd butt heads from time to time. He was as stubborn as she was, but they'd love too and that was something she'd never dreamed they would have. "I can't believe this is really happening," she murmured as she gazed down at her ring."It's beautiful," she said softly.

Angel kissed her hand. "Do you like it?" he asked anxiously. Buffy nodded wordlessly. Her throat was too tight to speak. He smiled and kissed her hand again."The heart is a ruby because they're one of the purest stones, like my love for you. And if you look here," he pointed to the clasped hands. "Within the hands are our birthstones. Garnet for you because you're January and Emerald for me because I was born in May," he told her softly. "I mean born, not when I was turned," he mumbled, almost embarrassed.

Buffy wrapped her arms around him and kissed him soundly. "I knew that. May what?" she asked curious and making a mental note to ask him about his past.

"May 16th," he said. "That's why I had the emerald--are you sure you like it?" he asked again.

Buffy grinned. "It's the most beautiful ring ever. I love you," she said glowing with happiness.

"Forever," he whispered softly, cupping her face in his big hands.

"Forever and always," Buffy replied softly, blinking back her tears.

He stood and picked her up in his arms and deposited her on their bed. 'THEIR bed', he thought, liking the sound of that. He climbed in after her and pulled her to him. Kissing and touching hungrily, they came together as if for the first time. Angel took his time tasting every inch of Buffy's succulent flesh until finally she was beyond waiting anymore and he moved between her thighs, ready to make her his. "Gráim thú Buffy," he whispered as he slid inside her. "Forever baby."

Buffy gasped and arched up into his thrust. "Oh, God! Yesss—Angel—graw-im hoo, too...forever!" she cried, surprisingly doing a remarkable pronunciation of his language. Angel grinned; he knew her butchering of all those prophecies had been staged to get out of research! Buffy was smarter than she let on. That and many other things about her were all a part of her charm and allure and he couldn't wait to discover all her hidden treasures...

Their lovemaking was soft, sensual and erotic that day. Every touch was a gentle declaration of love. Every stroke a caress that said I love you…They were lost to everything but each other. Nothing else existed because finally Buffy and Angel had what Angel always saw in her—Happily ever after--and after everything they'd went through to get here... they'd earned it!

The End!!

Okay guys I hope you enjoyed this fic. I sure enjoyed writing it. If you would click that little blue button and tell the greedy musie beeatch what you think of her so maybe she'll get off her ass and finish Wish in Time too!! :) :) :)

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