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Not Just For Christmas	By : pixel2817 Category: AtS/BtVS Crossovers > Slash - Male/Male > Angel(us)/Xander > Angel(us)/Xander Views: 4380 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Angel exchanged a satisfied smile with Wes and Gunn as the Tyleg delegation filed out of his office, the meeting had gone off without a single error and the peace treaty had been signed. He leaned back in his chair and enjoyed the satisfaction of a job well done, then started to frown as something niggled at the back of his mind.

The negotiations had gone off without a hitch, everyone was happy, why did he feel like he was missing something? Then it hit him, Spike! His Childe hadn’t shown up once today, no drunken interruptions, no mouthful of abuse, in fact all was completely quiet on the Spike front. This couldn’t be good.

He swept out of the office and headed for Harmony’s desk. “Have you seen Spike?” No answer; and Angel thought, not for the first time, that he really needed a better secretary. Then he noticed that Harmony wasn’t even looking at him. Her attention was entirely focused on her feet, as she moved them this way and that, seeing them from every angle.

This was something Angel remembered, “New shoes?” He questioned hesitantly and was rewarded by a blinding smile from Harmony.

“You noticed, Aren’t they gorgeous, they were a present from Xander.”

Angel was glad his Cordy trained brain had been right; then the rest of what Harmony had said registered. “Xander, you mean Xander Harris?”

“Yes he came by to see Spike and brought me these.”

“Xander came to see Spike?” Angel knew he was sounding like an echo, but he wanted to be sure he’d got this right.

“That’s what I said, didn’t I? There was some punching and some hugging; then they went upstairs. I wasn’t taking too much notice, I mean it was just Spike. Though I might just try and catch up with Xander before he leaves; that whole eyepatch thing he’s got going on, kind of makes him look sorta hot.”

“Eyepatch?”

“He lost an eye right before Sunnydale fell.” This time the voice was Lindsey’s, and he continued before Angel could ask how he knew. “Where exactly are we?” His voice was condescending, like he was talking to a particularly stupid child. “The Senior partners kept an eye on all the White hats, including your Slayer and her pals. Never knew when they might turn into a problem, and when the First takes a personal interest in someone, that usually gets their attention real quick.”

“The First evil was interested in Xander Harris?” Wes sounded sceptical and Angel couldn’t help but agree.

“Something about him being ‘The One Who Sees’, no-one knows what that actually means; but there’s a shitload of prophecies that mention him. So we kept him under pretty close watch. Probably still do, unless you’ve changed the standing orders.”

Before Angel could question Lindsey further about the prophecies, he remembered what else Harmony had said. “Upstairs; as in my apartment upstairs?”

Harmony focused just long enough to answer him, “Yeah, I think they mentioned something about catching up and getting drunk, like I said I wasn’t really listening.”

Spike was in his apartment, Spike, Xander and alcohol; this really couldn’t be good. They despised each other, Harmony said there’d already been violence; Angel discounted the idea that they’d hugged as a delusion of Harmony’s. But he could see this ending badly; he’d never hear the end of it, if Spike killed the boy on his watch and frankly he could do without more trouble from Giles and the Watchers.

Angel stormed upstairs, Lindsey, Gunn and Wes trailing in his wake; determined to save Xander from whatever terrible thing Spike was planning. He was ready for anything, and he rounded the top of the stairs, sword in hand, all set to put a stop to Spike once and for all. Then stopped dead in his tracks.

There was no bloodshed, no danger; just Xander and Spike leaning against his couch and each other, passing a bottle back and forth between them and…..giggling. Spike was giggling.

The sound of Angel’s sword hitting the floor alerted them to his presence, and Spike looked up and said, “Well if it isn’t Peaches, come to join us for a drink, have you?”

“Xander, what are you doing here?” The ‘with Spike’ was implied by the glare Angel shot in his direction.

Xander looked himself up and down, taking another swig from the bottle, “Getting drunk; catching up with an old friend. You?”

Wes shouldered his way past Angel and took stock of the pair on the floor. “I think what Angel means is that Giles was vehement about wanting nothing more to do with any of us, so it’s a little surprising to see you here.”

“Well, I’ve always been prepared to think of Angel as slightly evil, that soul of his is just too damn removable, but from what I hear, there’s no chance you or Gunn would end up playing for the wrong side.”

“That’s a pretty big call, seeing as we’ve never met.” Gunn had moved to stand beside Wes and was looking down on Spike and Xander, with a questioning glint in his eye.

“We might not have met, but it’s not like I didn’t hear all about you guys from Cordy, and she’s always been a damned good judge of character.”

“You talked to Cordy?” Angel had thought that Cordelia had never looked back on her life in Sunnydale and finding out she had spoken to Xander made him wonder what else he’d missed.

“Bleeding hell, did they ever talk? Fucking hours I had to listen to the two of them rabbit on when I was staying at his place, used to drive me up the bloody wall.”

“Like you never talked to Cordy. Jeez Spike I’m still traumatised from that time I walked in to hear you giving her ‘torture Angel’ tips after that whole Darla thing. And lets not even talk about all the make-up and fashion conversations I had to listen to.”

“Yeah, well she had real class did Queen C, not like the rest of you lot. Sometimes I thought Sunnydale was a fucking style free zone.”

“Coming from the vamp that hasn’t changed his look since the seventies.”

“Better than your old look, them shirts of yours used to inspire nightmares.”

Angel looked from one to the other as they continued bickering; realising that, despite the insults, there was no real malice in their words. They were comfortable with each other and that implied they really were friends and that didn’t make any kind of sense.

Angel reigned in his curiosity about this strange friendship, but he still wanted to know why Xander was here now. “So you just decided to drop by for a visit?”

“Yeah and I had a few presents to deliver. Speaking of; Spike Buffy wanted Angel to have the same thing you got. Why don’t you deliver it for her.”

The look of pure glee that crossed Spike’s face was a little unnerving to Angel as was his reply. “Hell yes pet; it’d be my pleasure.” Spike hauled himself up and lurched in Angel’s direction and then drew back his fist to deliver a quick punch.

Luckily Spike wasn’t sober enough to cause any real damage, but Angel still sank to the floor in shock.

Xander snickered at the look on Angel’s face and said, “The card says, don’t go stalking her and her new honey round Rome again, or next time it’ll be a stake.”

There was a throaty chuckle from the one person in the room Xander didn’t know, and he was about to ask who he was when Angel growled. “Lindsey.”

“What? I didn’t say anything, I was just enjoying the floor show.”

Xander vaguely recognised the name, he seemed to remember Cordy telling him some story about an evil hand, but Spike interrupted his train of thought by asking. “She didn’t threaten me with a stake then, or did you leave that bit out?”

“No, I think you got a free pass on the staking on account of you not being dust. She really was glad about that you know. Even if you do seem to have inherited stalking tendencies from your Sire.”

“Not our fault, we was worried about her. Thought that Immortal wanker was using her to get to us.”

“Yeah, isn’t it nice to see Buffy showing her usual appalling taste in lovers? He gets on my last nerve, hell I’d almost rather she took up with King Brood again.”

Xander looked at Angel who hadn’t moved or spoken in awhile. “You know Deadboy, you really need to get the hang of this human interaction stuff. You know I insult you; then you insult me. It’s no fun at all if you don’t snark back.”

Seeing that Angel wasn’t going to be answering, Wes decided to distract Xander and give the vampire a little time to recover from hearing that Buffy had threatened to stake him. Ever since Angel’s soul had been merged with his demon, Wes had half expected him to go racing off to Rome to try and rekindle his relationship with Buffy.

But months had gone by and Angel never spoke of her and after seeing him start a relationship with Nina, Wes had wandered if Angel was finally over the blonde Slayer. Not that things had exactly worked out with Nina, but in Wes’ eyes it had at least been a step in the right direction.

Eyeing the bag lying next to Xander, Wes asked, “Did you say something about presents?”

Xander forced his gaze away from Angel and answered, “Yeah, the top two are for you and Gunn.”

When Wes reached for the brightly coloured gifts, he noticed that instead of one gift each, they were both addressed to the two of them. He and Gunn pulled the wrappings off the first box, and then turned shocked eyes on Xander after seeing the contents.

Gunn pulled out the book and glared at Xander, “What the fuck is this?” ‘This’ being the copy of the joys of gay sex, he was waving about.

“Hey don’t look at me like that.” Xander’s voice was an embarrassed whine, “Cordy picked it out.” He grinned wider, “Though if that one makes you react that much, you really need to open the other one in private.”
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