PleaseReview. -My first fic.
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“Er…did everyone live?” Gunn asked, fighting to just stay awake, to keep standing.
“Oh, me! I did!” Angel said, jumping to his feet and wincing with the pain. “Sorry, access energy from the dragon. Tastes horrible, but it gives you lots of energy!”
“Good to know.” He looked around.
“You lasted much longer than ten minutes. I am impressed.” Illyria commented.
“Where’s Spike?” Angel asked suddenly. “Did he live?”
“Try not to sound to concerned, old man.” A raspy voice floated up from beneath the bodies of demons.
Illyria walked over and helped him up. They joined the rest.
“We better get goin’ before people start to come out.” Gunn said. “An’ I could use a check-up at the hospital. Meet me good friend Mr. Stitches.”
They found a car, hot wired it, and sped off.
It took just a few short weeks for Gunn to fully recover. As soon as he discharged from the hospital, they got into the same car they had stolen weeks ago, and sped away from the city.
“Where’re we goin’?” Gunn asked.
“As far away as possible.”
They had to pass Italy. They dreaded it, but it had to be done.
Holding their breaths-metaphorical breath for the two vamps-they entered it…
And went straight through a portal.
In the middle of Los Angeles, a boy went through a similar portal. His family remained oblivious.
“Honey? Honey, wake up!” A female voice urged.
“Mary?” Angel sat up, and rubbed his head. “What happened?”
“You hit your head pretty bad, hon. Are you ok?”
“I think so. Yeah.”
“Dad!” Connor said, walking into the room. “Can you come help me with somethin’?”
“Connor?” He shook his head. “Yeah, sure.”
He followed his son up the stairs.
“Cassie’s cooking dinner. It’ll be ready in a few minutes!” Mary called up.
“We’ll be down in a few minutes.” Angel assured. “What is it you wanted to tell me, Connor?”
“How did we get here? I was in my room, and then this portal opened up and I fell through. The next thing I know, I’m here. It’s me, but I have a history here, too. And I remember everything. Do you?”
“Yeah.”
“That’s not all. Come look.”
Connor led his father into his room and picked a photo off the shelf and passed it to Angel. He stared at it.
The photo was taken on a summers day when they had all been at the park. Gunn and Fred were there, too. Angel’s wife, Mary, there daughter Cassie, their two sons Connor and Tim, and Tim’s fiancée Cherry. There was a small boy there, about two or three, sitting on the grass, smiling at the photographer.
“That blue girl…Illyria…she appears like Fred to everyone here. You went to college with Gunn-you’d gone back to study something different, and became good friends. You named him our godfather. That little boy on the ground-that’s the blond vamp from Wolfram and Hart. He’s called William here. You’re Liam.”
“Spike! He’s a little boy!” Angel laughed. And laughed. Once he’d calmed down, he said, “Liam was my human name. William was his. I remember all of it. Here and there.”
“You’re a grandfather. William’s grandfather.”
He groaned. “Not again.”
“What? What not again?”
“Nothing.”
They talked for a few minutes, then headed down for dinner. Gunn and Illyria had come over to join them, and the family sat around the dinner table-except Time and Cherry. Even Spike-William-was there, in a high chair. He refused to eat the baby food his mother-Cassie was trying to feed him. After a while, his hunger got the better of him and he ate it.
Mary and Angel sat watching TV for a few hours after dinner. Gunn and Illyria had left, and Cassie had gone out to see a movie with some firends. THey were left to baby sit little William.
"Honey, it's your turn to put William to bed."
"Ok. No problem."
With a secret smile, Angel picked Spike up and out of his playpen where he'd been sitting since after dinner.
Once they reached Spike's bedroom, Angel shut the door behind him, and flicked on the light.
"What happened to you?" He asked.
"How the hell do i know? One minute, i'm in the car goin' through a portal. The next thing i know i'm waking up in a crip with a women standin' over me an' pickin' me up!" He had a little lisp, just like he'd had when he was a little boy in the nineteenth century. "I don't even got my strength no more. An' i know you and the boy do."
"It's a plus. Human but with inhuman strength."
"Yeah, well, why'd i get stuck being the kid?"
"It's not much difference. Ok, the looks are, but now it's the looks as well."
Spike growled. Well, at least he thought it was a growl. But from the look on Angel's face...it was definatly *not* a growl.
He took a few steps foward and tried to bite Angel's leg. He stepped aside.
"Now, now!" He admonished. "Behave, or you'll get a spankin' from your mummy."
He glared up at Angel. //Was he always this tall, or is it just 'coz i'm like two feet tall?//
Spike smiled evilly as Angel went to leave. "Uh-uh! You gotta change me."
Angel whirled around. "What?"
"You. Gotta. Change. Me. My clothes!"
"I'm not changing you. You can change yourself."
"You don't, then *you'll* be the one in trouble with my 'mummy'."
Sighing, Angel picked the now-small boy up and laid him on a table, and then searched for some Pj's for him. When he found the most embarising pair he could think of, he advanced on Spike.
"No way! You are *not* puttin' that on me!"
Angel stripped his GrandChilde/grandson down to his skivvies and slipped the footy Pj's on him. THey were bright blue with bears and clouds on them. He managed to hold the struggling boy down easily and stiffled his screams with a firm hand over his mouth.
When he was done, he placed Spike in his crib, tucked him in, and kissed his forehead.
"Now go to sleep." He ordered. "I better not hear any noise."
"Bloody pillok!" Spike muttered darkly.
Angel just smiled and flipped the baby monitor back on and left the room.
"What took so long?" Mary asked.
"He was being difficult. Couldn't get him to sleep or changed."
After a few more hours of TV the couple went to be themselves.
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