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Fighting for Survival	By : AddictedtoBuffy Category: AtS/BtVS Crossovers > Threesomes/Moresomes > Angel(us)/Spike(William)/Xander > Angel(us)/Spike(William)/Xander Views: 13766 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer (BtVS), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Title: Fighting For Survival
Author: AddictedtoBuffy
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Angel/Spike/Xander
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Buffy the Vampire Slayer or Angel the Series. They are the property of Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy et al. I do not make money from the writing of this, it is purely entertainment. I do not mean any disrespect to the actors who have portrayed these characters. This fic contains explicit Male/Male relationships if you are adverse to this or are under the age of eighteen then please do not read. Thankyou to all the online writers who help keep the Buffyverse alive.
Summary: What if Buffy couldn’t stop the snake demon before it got back to Glory. Starts in the Buffy Season 5 Episode Shadow but then goes AU. Angel is the same as cannon up to this point except that Darla is not visiting Angel in his dreams despite having been brought back by Wolfram and Hart you’ll find out why later. Furthermore, this follows Jenns fic Playing Games found at AdultFanFiction or the Slashaholics Island. You don’t need to have read that to follow this but I do recommend it as it’s a great fic. I moved the timeline back a bit so that by the Season 5 Ep Shadow the boys are a threesome and Spike and Xander are only in Sunnydale to pick up their stuff before moving in with Angel.
Beta: I would be lost without my beta Bubbysbub
Feedback: PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE I’ll get on my knees and beg for feedback both good and bad
Part: 13/?
Distrubution: Ask and you will receive
Warnings: Just the normal strong language warning as well as mild sexual scenes for this chapter
Reviews: Daeomae - Thankyou for being the biggest supporter of this fic, its very much appreciated, lets me know people are enjoying this. Yes things do keep going from bad to worse and I can promise that it will get worse before it gets better for our heros. Hope you enjoy this chapter
A/N: A big thanks to Jenn for allowing me to use some of her ideas evident in Playing Games and a big thanks to Buffyworld.com for making available transcripts of every episode of both Buffy and Angel.

Chapter Thirteen

Xander and Spike cuddled up to Angel as he let the tears flow still holding the cross that was burning his flesh, but was nowhere near the pain in his heart. Xander finally took it off him, no longer able to stand the smell of burning flesh. He held it in his hand in front of Angel knowing that his lover was reliving memories.

“I take it this cross has more significance than others,” Spike asked, ignorant of the history.

“I gave…” Angel started hoarsely before clearing his throat and beginning again. “I gave it to her the first time I ever talked to her.”

“She used to wear it every day until the curse broke, then we didn’t see it for at least two years, it’s only made a recent comeback.” Xander reminisced.

“Thankyou for being here baby boy, you too Spike. I know she was just another Slayer to you and without the chip you would have been seeking your hat trick.”

“Are you nuts?! I’d lose the both of you. There is no way I’d do anything to jeopardise us. Chip or no chip. Hell, if I’d really wanted to I could’ve hired someone else to take care of her, even with the chip in.” Angel stopped Spike’s rant by kissing him hard on the mouth. The kiss soon turned passionate and Xander watched his lover’s avidly. Finally they let go of each other’s lips.

“Sorry Spike,” Angel breathed out against the blonds lips.

“It’s alright mate, I was just snapping you out of your woe-is-me moment. Now c’mon, we unfortunately have things to do.” Spike stood gracefully, offering his hands to his lover’s to haul them up.

“What are we going to do with Giles' things?” Xander asked looking at the second envelope, he didn’t want to open it feeling like it would be an invasion of privacy.

“We will need to pass it on to the next of kin; maybe the Watcher’s Council will know who that is.” Angel mused.

“Wot, we trusting those wankers now?” Spike asked picking up the packet and ripping it in half. A wallet, watch and inscribed band like a wedding ring but was on a chain fell out. “What’s this then?” he asked picking up the ring.

“Spike, that’s personal, leave it please,” Xander pleaded but Spike as usual didn’t listen.

“Ripper, forever,” Spike read but before he could comment, Cordelia came rushing in.

“Kate’s awake and Dr Phillips has finished operating on Gunn,” she told them before she ran back out. Xander sighed and moved towards the door but before he reached it, a blond woman came bursting in.

“Kate, how are you feeling?” Angel asked, contrite. Spike laid a hand on Angel’s arm lending his support hoping that Angel wouldn’t go into another brood fest.

“Angel, we’re not friends but thanks. I shouldn’t have barged in like that I placed your friends and myself in danger as well as you. So thanks for saving my life and not just leaving me on the floor and I’ll now get out of your life.” Before Angel could tell her that she shouldn’t be thanking him, that he would like to be friends, she was gone and his lover’s were angling him out of the office.

*****

Ben was still learning his way around the hospital, like right now he was lost. This place was massive compared to Sunnydale, which was ironic considering the amount of injuries Sunnydale produced every night. He stumbled into another ward and what he saw made his blood run cold.

“Byzantium.” Ben murmured staring at the sleeping, injured knight. Looking around he saw that all of the beds in that ward were filled with injured Byzantium knights. One of the knights moved in his sleep and Ben ran out of the ward into Jinx, Glory’s head minion.

“Yes, they've arrived.” Jinx peered in at the sleeping knights before continuing. “Unfortunate, but not completely unexpected.”

“How many?” Ben asked calculating how much time he had before this got out of hand, how much time he had until it would be too late to search for a cure.

“Their numbers are few for the moment, but they will grow. The Knights of Byzantium are like ants. First you see one, then two, then the picnic's ruined. No matter how many we kill, they'll keep coming ... wave after wave.” Jinx moved right into Ben’s face hoping to make the boy see reason. “It's time to set old animosities aside. Your fate is directly linked to her magnificently-scented Glorificus. She's been extremely forgiving of your considerable foibles up until now, but if you persist in your defiance, she'll be forced to…”

“To what?” Ben interrupted increasingly pissed. “What is she going to do? Send a six-pack of minions to bore me to death? Glory can't lay a finger on me. You know it, I know it, she knows it. So save the threats, or I might take it out on your head.” Ben turned and started to walk away.

“It's strange.” Ben turned and glared at Jinx wondering why he hadn’t left already. “A body might ask what exactly it is you think you're doing. He might ask what all this was meant to accomplish. Because to a humble postulant, it looks like chaos. Like unnecessary attention drawn where it ought not to be.” Ben thought about feigning ignorance but thought against it obviously Jinx had worked out what he had done and that was probably why he was here anyway.

“Get out!” Ben yelled angrily, he was sick of this entire situation, sick of Glory, sick of her scaly minions, sick of not having a life.

“Sir.” Dreg answered feigning compliance, he didn’t want to anger Ben too much. After all, they could use him in the future. “Sir, forgive me. I just want to understand. Why summon the Queller?”

“What do you think? Because I'm cleaning up Glory's mess. Just like I've done my whole damn life.” Ben turned and left Jinx standing there.

*****

“You gave us quite a scare there.” Spike told Gunn, who was propped up in a bed and had only just come round after his surgery a couple of hours ago. “Don’t go doing that again, Charlie-boy.” Gunn just slowly nodded his head that felt five sizes too big and wondered why Wesley wasn’t there.

“Gunn, I’m sorry, I should’ve had your back.” Angel started ready to ask for forgiveness but not feeling like he deserved it.

“Stop it, brood boy.” Gunn rasped out and immediately felt his eyelids drooping, he was just so tired. In seconds Gunn was asleep and everyone who had been in the room sneaked out, quietly knowing he needed rest. Except for Cordelia who, armed with a big pile of magazines, was not going anywhere in case he woke up and needed something.

Angel, Spike and Xander made there way down the corridor away from Gunn’s room. As they passed the doctor’s rooms he opened the door.

“Is he awake?” Dr Phillips asked.

“Yes he is,” Angel answered, “Thankyou for helping him.”

“That’s fine, it’s my job. I was just on my way to collect Mrs Summers, my assistant is here and I’ve resterilised everything so its time to operate.”

“Now!” Xander asked, suddenly panicked. He knew the operation was coming up but he hadn’t had a chance to sit beside Joyce and talk to her like he had wanted to.

“I’m afraid so, we can’t delay it any longer.” They made there way to Joyce’s room together, Spike holding Xander’s hand. Angel was whispering to Dr Phillips but Xander did not know what about, because Spike choose that moment to fondle his bottom and so Xander had to focus all his energy into not walking into a wall, and suppressing Xander Junior while sending Spike a look. They finally made it to Joyce’s room where Joyce and Dawn were snuggled up on a big bed watching something on the television. She looked up when they entered and all colour drained from Joyce’s face but she still wore a look of determination.

“Right, looks like its time. Is the young man okay?” Joyce asked.

“He’s fine,” Xander answered walking fully into the room. “We’ll take good care of Dawn for you…” Xander didn’t know how to finish his sentence and he realised it sounded like he wasn’t expecting her to come back. Before Xander could verbally correct his mistake Joyce spoke again.

“Oh I know you all will and I’m quite grateful for all of you and your involvement in mine and my daughters lives. You too Angel,” Joyce admitted, smiling warmly at Angel. Dr Phillips had finished checking Joyce’s vitals and started to wheel her bed out. Dawn latched onto Spike as the four of them solemnly followed the bed. In the hallway the others appeared, even Wesley was there to watch Joyce taken into the room deemed as the surgery. Joyce looked back once before the door was closed and they were all left anxiously staring at the closed door. After what seemed like an age Spike broke the silence.

“I can’t stay waiting here, its gonna drive me crazy.”

“We can’t do anything now and it’s late I’m going to go into the sitting room two doors down and watch old episodes of Gilmore Girls. Dawnie, want to join us?” Willow asked Dawn and after taking one more glance at the closed door she nodded her head. She would still be close enough to be right here when that door opened and she really needed something to take her mind off this, even if she just ended up staring at the television unseeing. The girls walked off together leaving Angel, Spike, Xander and Wesley.

“Angel I’m afraid I have some unwanted news. The Watchers Council will be here sometime in the next couple of days. I’m sorry, I couldn’t deter them. I think they made up their mind to come to America before I had even sent them an email.” This news was met by three similar groans; they really did not need this.

“Thanks Wesley, I know you did all you could. Is your father going to be part of the delegation?” Angel asked fervently hoping that it wouldn’t be so. Wesley would be a wreck and it would put added pressure on their relationship. It was bad enough when the Watcher’s had last been in LA.

“No, as far as I know he isn’t.” Wesley answered preoccupied. “Now if you excuse me I need to cross reference a source, I just might have a lead on our knights but I need to be sure first.” Before Angel could answer Wesley had left, so he turned to his lover’s.

“We can’t do anything at the moment, let’s go relax in our room. Dr Phillips will let us know when they’re finished.” As he was speaking Angel was guiding Xander away with Spike on the other side. Xander looked from one to the other suspiciously; they were obviously up to something.

“We’re not having sex, I can’t have sex right now, it’d be wrong.” Spike and Angel shared a look over Xander’s head and after a minute Spike lost whatever staring contest they were having and so subsequently answered Xander.

“No Xander, we don’t have to have sex, we can just relax, watch some telly, curl up on the couch with some blood or a coke for you.”

*****

Spike grabbed the coke can from limp fingers before it hit the ground. He stared at a sound asleep Xander on the couch then glanced over at a silent Angel.

“He’s going to be pissed off at us drugging him like that you know.” Angel sighed before answering.

“I know but he needs his sleep or he won’t heal properly and there’s no way he’d normally sleep with everything that’s going on. Dr Phillips thought it would be a good idea, we can’t have him run ragged.”

“And to think Xander thought we were after sex.” Spike said to disguise the fact that he was wound tighter than a spring and sex right now would help him get rid of his energy and help him to relax. Angel walked over and gently picked up the sleeping beauty before carrying him over to their massive bed.

“Help me to put him into bed and then we can go down to the basement and do some training. It would do us some good to keep training. I’m thinking about making everyone in the hotel even Dawn learn some basic self defence.”

“Think you can take me old man?” Spike challenged smiling while moving the pillows around Xander so that he wouldn’t miss them in his sleep.

“Oh I know I can, Spikey my boy,” Angel answered with a grin of his own.

“We’ll see, but I know I can beat you there, lard ass.” With that insult Spike took off with Angel right behind him. They raced down the corridors and both took a flying leap off the balcony onto the lobby floor scaring the hell out of Wesley who was sitting on said floor surrounded by books. They took off again and just as Spike had opened the basement door Angel barrelled into him sending them both flying down the steps until they landed in a heap on the cold, concrete floor. Somehow Spike had landed on his back with Angel firmly on top of him. Spike stared up into dark eyes above him not saying a word, just feeling the sexual tension between them. Then very deliberately, Spike twisted his hips, sliding his rapidly hardening cock against Angels. Angel lowered his head but before their lips could meet they were interrupted.

“Angel, Spike, is there an emergency?” Angel immediately got off Spike and turned to face the stairs where Wesley was peering over the top trying to see in the gloom and shadows.

“No Wes, everything’s fine. We just needed to release some steam.” Angel called up. Spike pouted and then stood, realising that the moment was gone and they should probably do what they came down to do and fight. Besides which Angel was always in the mood after a fight and Spike really wanted his Sire to be rough and hard. Spike smiled to himself; he had a plan, a plan involving sex. It was bound to work.

“Sorry then,” Wesley apologised. “Where’s Xander?” he inquired.

“He’s sleeping the sleep of the drugged, anything else we can do for you Watcher?” Spike asked wanting the git to go away.

“No, no I was just wondering I’ll just go back to my research and ignore the sounds of fighting, shall I?”

“Thanks Wes.” Angel called out after the retreating back, Angel then turned to a smirking Spike.

“Did you have to scare him away?” he asked.

“Yes,” Spike replied before punching Angel fully in the face.

*****
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