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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 have the most fantastic kind person betaing for me, Bubbysbub
Feedback: PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE I’ll get on my knees and beg for feedback both good and bad
Part: 19/?
Distribution: Ask and you will receive
Warnings: The normal language warning and mention of threesome sex
Reviews: Daeomae - Thanks so much for the continued support, yes there will be a claiming scene my beta demanded it (not like it was a hard request to fufill, anyway I'm glad you liked Wes's backbone, look out for more of the same from him in this offering and I hope you enjoy.
A/N: A big thanks to Jenn for allowing me to use some of her ideas evident in Playing Games. Buffyworld is back! A big thanks to Howard Russell for bringing such a wonderful resource back online

Chapter Nineteen

Nigel left the room and Phillip continued the interrogation. Quentin glanced back at Nigel disgusted, and Cordy who had seen the look thought to herself, ‘One down’. Phillip ignored Wesley and started with the person next to him. The dark skinned man in the wheel chair, Phillip couldn’t see what help this man would be in the fight against evil when he couldn’t even stand on two legs.

“Please state your full name for the record,” Phillip asked politely, as his mother had brought him up to be polite to disabled people.

“Gunn,” was all that Gunn said, why did they need to know his full name anyway?

“What?” Phillip asked, confused.

“That’s my name. Gunn.” Phillip stared at the rude young man for a moment and then decided to go on to the next person as he didn’t want to fight over something as petty as a name. ‘Why were these people making this so difficult?’ he wondered, ‘it was as if they didn’t want them here.’

“And your name Miss?”

“Cordelia Chase and don’t you Miss me,” Cordelia replied.

“And I’m Alexander LeVelle Harris,” Xander cut in wanting this over with as it was starting to seem like it would take hours.

“Anya Christina Emanuella Jenkins, twenty years old. Born on the fourth of July, and don't think there weren't jokes about that my whole life, mister, 'cause there were. "Who's our little patriot?" they'd say, when I was younger, and therefore smaller and shorter than I am now.” Anya found herself babbling, scared that they would find out about her ex-demon status and that she was the demon that cursed the previous head-Watcher. Phillip stared at her for a moment. Then, shaking his head, he moved to the next person.

“You are Miss Rosenberg are you not?” Willow nodded her head not trusting herself to speak. “And you?” Phillip asked the last person in the room, a pretty shy blond who was hiding under her hair.

“T…T…Tara McClay,” Tara finally got out, she hadn’t stuttered for quite a while but the Watchers made her very nervous.

“Right now, where are Mrs Summers and her other daughter?” Phillip asked, “we need to speak to them as well.”

“Mrs Summers is recovering from an operation and Dawn is just a child, surely you don’t need to talk to them,” Wesley tried to stop what he knew was coming next.

“We need to talk with everyone in residence of this hotel,” Quentin answered, clicking his fingers. Straight away, two Watchers walked towards the steps leading to the other levels of the hotel. Angel rushed out of his office faster than the two Watchers who had been watching him could react.

“No, you are not going upstairs,” Angel protested.

“Why, do you have something to hide?” Quentin asked smugly of the vampire. Just then his men reached the top of the stairs and they hit an invisible barrier. It turned blue where they hit it and they were rebounded backwards, falling down the steps to the lobby floor. The Watchers immediately pulled out crossbows, pointing them all at Angel.

“We are going to search this hotel from top to bottom to find out what you’re hiding, or you will find yourself able to fit in an ash tray, okay?” Quentin told Angel, standing back letting his muscle do his dirty work for him.

“I don’t think so,” Angel replied and all hell broke lose. The humans sitting on the couch quickly pulled weapons out from underneath it. Gunn pulled out his hubcap axe and Angel took a moment to ponder where the wheelchair bound youth had hidden it before turning back to the Quentin, and Wesley who was right behind the Head Watcher, pointing his gun unerringly at his former mentors head. Wesley had finally decided where he fit into the bigger scheme of things and that knowledge gave him freedom, the freedom to cock a gun at his father’s best friend in order to look after his friends.

“Why don’t you tell your people to drop their weapons, Quentin,” Wesley suggested, his voice all hard and dangerous and nothing like his usual sweet, bumbling self. Unfortunately Wesley didn’t see Lydia, who had moved back into the shadows a while ago and now, armed with a vase was swiftly approaching Wesley. None of the humans saw it but Angel did. Angel knew that if he moved the nervous Watchers surrounding him would fire so he raised his eyes to meet two pairs of unseen eyes on the balcony above the lobby and he nodded once. This would probably make the dangerous situation worse but he couldn’t let another one of his humans be hurt. Even though this would potentially put them in more danger, they would cross that bridge when they came to it.

Faith and Spike vaulted over the balcony railing and landed in the middle of the lobby. Faith immediately grabbed Lydia and spun her away from Wesley. Wesley saw Lydia at the last moment and realised what her motives were, to knock him out. Something Faith had just risked herself to stop, ‘maybe she has changed,’ he thought to himself, oblivious to the gasps of the Watchers around them. Quentin blanched as he studied the rogue Slayer Faith and the legendary William the Bloody. Maybe they had underestimated Angel when they stormed into his hotel.

“I think it might be a good idea to you lower your weapons, Watcher,” Spike menaced.

“You expect us to believe you work for the good when you have a soulless demon living under your roof?” Quentin asked Angel accusingly.

“Relax,” Angel told them moving up beside Spike and Faith. “Spike had a run in with some soldiers a couple of years ago, they put a behaviour modification chip in his head, he can’t hurt humans.” Angel conveniently forgot to mention that they had had the chip removed a couple of hours ago. There were only four people who knew that fact, and Angel intended to keep it that way, it gave them the edge and the element of surprise if someone attempted to attack Spike.

“You just have to blurt out my weakness to everyone, don’t you peaches,” Spike pretended to snap. They had discussed it earlier and decided that the Watchers would be less suspicious if they were always at each others throats.

“But we understood that you helped the Slayer.” A Watcher blurted out.

“Yeah mate, I pitched in when she payed me.”

“But if you have a chip…” Lydia began but Spike interrupted her.

“Only works if I try to hurt a human, can kill all the demons I want,” Spike answered.

“He’s defenceless. Spike is not the problem, she is,” Quentin pointed at Faith accusingly. “What are you doing out of jail, we were under the impression that you had put yourself in there and were atoning for your sins. I don’t see any atoning here, do you?” Quentin asked Faith patronisingly. The Watchers Council had once meant something and it was people like Faith who were determined to ruin it. They had already partially succeeded in sullying its name.

“Well we heard that you were going to cut her atonement short permanently, and decided that murdering a Slayer was not a good road for the Watchers Council to go down.” Angel stepped in and stared Quentin down.

“Where…Where did you hear that outrageous lie?” Quentin spluttered.

“Oh come on, you already tried to kill me once after I came out of my coma, or that’s what I heard, as it was B who was walking around in my body at the time. Then when I came to Angel for help you had your hit men try again.”

“You are unsuitable as a Slayer and as there is only one, well… maybe you want to go through the review yourself to try and prove your… worth?” Quentin goaded but Faith for once didn’t pay it any mind. She had jumped through the glass in the jail to avenge Buffy and that was what she was going to do, and no stuffy Englishmen were going to stop her doing that.

“There isn't gonna be a review.”

“Sorry?” Quentin asked confused; he was sure she would say yes and attempt to prove herself to him and even possibly to the Americans who had once been her friends.

“No review. No interrogation. No questions you know I can't answer. No hoops, no jumps…” Faith felt a new confidence in herself which wasn’t fake bolstering but was real, she knew her own limitations and she also finally realised what the Watchers Council was all about. One of the Watchers began to speak and she turned on him, “and no interruptions.” Once the Watcher had closed his mouth she turned back to Quentin. The others were watching her, amazed at her self composure; Faith had definitely changed in prison.

“See ... I've had a lot of people talking at me my entire life. Everyone just lining up to tell me how unimportant I am. And I've finally figured out why. Power. I have it. They don't. This bothers them. The only people who never talked down to me are in this building and I’m definitely not talking about you and your people. You want to know why I turned myself in last year. It wasn’t because of what your men told me, that I’m a bug, I’m a flea, that they could squash me in an instant. It was for a vampire who never stopped reaching out to me and a little blond Slayer who I had hurt more than anyone else but who still tried to protect me from you lot.” Faith had begun pacing trying to assemble her thoughts into an order that would make sense.

“Now why did your men tell me that I was a bug they could squash but then didn’t squash me. Because I have power over you. You guys didn't come all the way from England to determine whether or not Angel was good enough to be let into your circle. You came to beg him to let you back in. To give your jobs, your lives some semblance of meaning. Cos even though you were going to kill me you didn’t know how long it would be before you found the next Slayer and in the meantime you wouldn’t be in the fight that’s already claimed one Slayer.”

“This is beyond insolence…” Phillip began but Faith grabbed a sword off Cordelia and threw it across the room. It flew across the room point first into the wall right in front of Phillips nose, he jumped back shocked.

“I'm fairly certain I said no interruptions.” Faith told him before turning back to Quentin. “You're Watchers. Without a Slayer, you're pretty much just watchin' Masterpiece Theatre. You can't stop Glory. You can't do anything with the information you have except maybe publish it in the ‘Everyone Thinks We're Insane-O's Home Journal. You could try to kill me but I know not every Watcher is happy about that idea and if it gets out to other organizations that you tried to kill a Slayer, you would lose quite a few of your contacts. So here's how it's gonna work. You're gonna tell me everything you know. Then you're gonna go away. You’ll contact Angel if and when you have any further information about Glory. Everyone here will be safe from you. And Wesley will be reinstated as my Watcher.” Everyone stared at Faith when she said that, even Wesley, who wasn’t sure if that was a good idea but didn’t want to say anything in front of everyone.

“Any problems?” Faith asked Quentin. Quentin stared at Faith for a moment before clearing his throat and agreeing to the terms.

“Uh, your terms are acceptable.” Xander relaxed on the couch surrounded by the girls and sent a secret smile to both his lovers when they looked his way, Xander suddenly felt confident that things might actually work out.

“See? No biggie.” Willow said to Anya who was still a little on edge because she didn’t want the Watchers to know who she truly was.

“Okay then, Glory. I wanna know.” Angel told the Watchers, needing to know everything about the demon that had killed one of the longest living Slayers the world had ever known.

“Well, there's a lot to go through.” Quentin Travers told him.

“Just tell me what kind of demon we’re fighting.”

“Well, that's the thing, you see. Glory isn't a demon.”

“What is she?” Willow asked confused, ‘how could she not be a demon?’

“She's a god,” Quentin replied simply, looking smug at the surprised expressions around him.

“Oh.” Cordelia finally broke the silence while internally she was panicking, ‘a God, how do we defeat a God?’

“From what the Council's been able to discover from the book of Tarnis and, and, and other sources, Glory and two of her fellow hellgods ruled over ... one of the more seriously unpleasant demon dimensions.” Quentin explained handing Wesley the pile of files so that the Watcher could read through them later.

“There's more than one?” Tara asked, most of the others already aware of this through past experience. Spike watched Angel carefully having detected a small shiver in Angel’s hand at the word hell. Spike would have liked nothing more than to go and hug Angel reassuring him that it would be a very long while before he ended back there if he ever did, but with the Watcher’s Council there Spike couldn’t risk it and he hated it.

“Oh, there are thousands of demon dimensions. All different.” Anya told them having had personal experience with many of them. She had forgotten about trying to remain inconspicuous in front of the Watchers Council but luckily they did not ask her how she had come upon that knowledge.

“All pushing on the edges of our reality, trying to find a way in.” Quentin told them, not knowing that a few of the Scoobies had bitter experience with that.

“I guess Glory found one. The question is, why?” Xander asked, he was thinking that if you ruled over a hell why would you want to give that up?

“There's nothing to indicate that. Just ... vague references to ... chaos and destruction.”

“Okay, so, we know where Glory's from. What do we know about her? You know, she's tough, yeah, but, but no bolts of lightning, no blasts of fire, shouldn't a god be able to do that kind of stuff?” Faith asked wanting to know how to kill her, stop her.

“Uh, usually, yes, but um, being in human form must be severely limiting her powers. All we have to worry about right now is she's immortal, invulnerable, and insane.” Quentin explained, slightly impressed by the focus and intuition of these young people.

“A *crazy* hellgod? And the fun just keeps on leaving.”

“From what we've been able to gather, her living in this world is ... seriously affecting her mental state as well. She's only being able to keep her mind intact by, uh, extracting energy from us. Well, from, from the human brain.” Quentin told Angel and Faith, ignoring the young man who kept making inappropriate jokes.

“She, she, she's a brain-sucker?” Cordelia shared a look with Gunn, maybe that was what had happened to Riley.

“She, um ... ‘absorbs the energies that bind the human mind into a cohesive whole.’ Once drained, all that's left behind is, uh…” Cordelia cuts Quentin off.

“Crazy people. Like Riley.”

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