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Worlds Apart	By : rockstarpeach Category: AtS/BtVS Crossovers > Slash - Male/Male > Angel(us)/Spike(William) > Angel(us)/Spike(William) Views: 1633 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 3
Angel woke up the next morning on Lindsey�s futon with a crick in his neck and an ache in his back. It was nowhere near as comfortable as the bed he had slept in the night before last, but it was something. He meandered around the small apartment, making himself toast, listening quietly to the radio, skimming through a Readers Digest he found on the kitchen table, keeping himself busy until his friend woke up.
He didn�t have to wait as long as he had thought. Just past 10:00, Lindsey came from the bedroom, alone. �Darla still asleep?� asked Angel.
�Naw. She didn�t come back with me last night,� Lindsey answered with a yawn.
�Not because of me, I hope.�
Lindsey smiled and shook his head, easing Angel's worry a bit. �No, not because of you. She had to work this morning. She�s a hair stylist, and she�s usually got bridal parties early Saturday mornings, so she�s usually got to pack it in pretty early Friday nights. Just as well really, since I�m always pretty beat Friday and Saturday. They�re my busy days at Caritas. Yours too, now.� He grinned at Angel expectantly, waiting for a reaction.
Angel blinked, at first not understanding why Lindsey was grinning at him like an idiot, but when he replayed the last few sentences in his head an answering grin lit up his face. �Really? Oh, Linds, that�s� you�re the best. Thanks man.�
�Don�t go trying to kiss me or anything just yet,� Lindsey said. �It�s only part time for now. Three nights a week at first, minimum wage, then the manager�ll see about somethin� more.�
Angel's smile didn�t falter at all as he ignored his friend's warning and walked over to him, licking his lips, to place a wet sloppy kiss on the other man�s cheek. �Part time is great. Really, it�s� Thanks.�
�Oh, gross, man,� Lindsey complained good naturedly as he wiped at the slobber Angel had left on his face. �I�m gonna grab a shower. Towels are in the closet by the bathroom. You can help yourself when I�m finished.�
As his friend went off to perform his morning routine Angel sat back down at the kitchen table, toothy smile still in place. Four years on the street and he hadn�t been so much as able to hold down a single legitimate job. His life was pretty much a disaster.
But his best friend had something good going, had started to make things work for him, and Angel didn�t know why he had been so stubborn, so prideful that it had taken him near a month to accept Lindsey�s offer of help. Two days ago he was homeless, jobless and being pursued by cops and criminals alike. Now look at him. Oh, yeah, life was going to be good from now on.
***
Spike woke the next morning with a pounding headache. He turned on his back and stretched his arms up over his head, yawning, and when his arm nudged something warm and soft on it's way back down he remembered why he felt like shite this morning. �Oi,� Spike whispered, more concerned with his own headache than with waking his friend up if he was still asleep.
�Good morning to you too, Will,� Wes muttered. �How are you feeling?� he asked with barely contained laughter. As bad as he felt this morning, he knew that the alcohol always hit Will harder, and he�d be paying for it this morning.
�Bloody hell,� Spike answered, bringing the covers up over his head in a vain attempt to block out the light and noise. �Get me an Advil,� he ordered.
Wesley pulled the cover down from over Spike�s face, got up, opened the blind, and with exaggerated cheerfulness and volume returned, ��Get me an Advil� what?�
Spike, not in the mood for one of his partner's little lessons in etiquette, turned hard bloodshot eyes on him and said, �Get me an Advil, Bitch!�
Wesley�s mouth dropped open in shock but his expression quickly turned to irritation when he saw Spike�s smirk and knew that he had been put on. �Why you�� he cursed under his breath. He picked up a pillow from the bed and tossed it at his friend�s head.
�Get up, Spike. There are some pain killers in the washroom, and you�ll feel better once you get some food in you.� Wes got up and moved into the kitchen to start on breakfast trusting Spike to follow.
�Thank God for weekends off,� Spike commented as he emerged from the washroom, feeling vaguely more human for having had some ibuprofen and water, washed his face and taken a piss. �What�s for brekkie?�
They ate a breakfast of pancakes, scrambled eggs and orange juice. It was more than Spike thought he could handle, but Wes had been right. He did feel much better once the food had a chance to settle his stomach.
�So what are we doin� tonight?� Spike asked when the dishes were done and he had changed back into his clothes.
�Tonight? I�m going to stay in, alone, enjoy the quiet and perhaps read a book.�
�Bugger that, Wes. That�s what you always do. You can�t leave me alone tonight.�
�I hardly think you�ll be alone if I�m not with you, Will.�
Spike put on his best kicked puppy expression and pleaded, �C�mon Wes, I�m having a bit of a rough time just now. I�m weak. Who knows what I�ll do if you�re not there to protect me. I need you.�
A shiver ran through Wesley at Spike�s declaration that he needed him, but he ignored it, and acquiesced to his friend�s wishes. They decided to meet up again later in the evening after they had taken care of their own necessary weekly chores. There was a relatively new club in the North end of the city that was supposed to be pretty good. Not too exclusive that they couldn�t get in, but just hot enough that there would be lots of pretty boys and girls to choose from.
That settled, Spike headed out, pausing briefly at the door to pinch Wesley�s ass in passing, and continued, whistling, down the hall and out of the building.
***
Angel and Lindsey showed up at Caritas at 6:30pm. Their shift didn�t start until 7pm, but the manager wanted a chance to show Angel around first, and get him sorted out before he got started.
Angel was visibly shaking as they stood outside the side employee entrance. This was huge for him. An actual job. He�d be on a schedule and get to use his social insurance number and get a paycheque� Oh shit! He�d need to open a bank account. He had to remember to do that tomorrow.
His internal monologue was cut off by Lindsey putting his arm around him in a friendly gesture and saying, �Relax, Angel. You�ll do great. And Lorne�s gonna love you. Trust me.�
Angel did trust his friend, and really did try to relax, but tonight was really important for him, so he remained a little nervous as they entered the door.
They started down the back hall toward the kitchen and were greeted almost immediately by an exuberant middle aged man. �Lindsey! Looking scrumptious as ever tonight. And this must be your cute little friend,� he finished, looking at Angel.
�Yeah,� Lindsey answered with a chuckle, knowing Angel would be all the more nervous for their boss�s over-the-top behaviour. He schooled himself for the introductions. �Angel, this is the club manager, Lorne. Lorne, this is my friend Angel. He�s a bit shy, but don�t worry, he�s a hard worker. He�ll more than earn his keep.�
�Of that I have no doubt sugar lips,� Lorne answered. �Why don�t you head off to the bar and get started while I show Tall Dark and Handsome here around hm?� Lorne didn�t wait for an answer before whisking Angel off through the kitchen doors to start the tour.
Angel tried to keep up as he was hurried through the kitchen. �Here�s where you�ll be working, mostly. You didn�t hear it from me,� Lorne continued in a stage whisper, �but it�s the most boring room in the club. All the good stuff happens out front. Music, booze and people lovin� each other. Makes the world go �round. Don�t worry, you�ll put in your time and move up soon. You�re way too cute to hide away in here.�
Angel didn�t comment. He was happy to work in the kitchen, and he thought that if he moved up from the position of dishwasher he�d like to stay in the kitchen and cook, not take on a more public position like waiter or bartender, like his friend. But for now he was just happy to have a job, so he smiled and followed his new boss.
He was shown the cooking and dishwashing stations, shown how orders were communicated from the dining room to the kitchen as the head chef rapidly called out orders to the kitchen staff in a language Angel did not understand, and was answered in quick succession by calls of �Yes Chef!� as the cooks went to work. It was an intimidating sight but he hoped he could catch on.
Lorne saw his apprehension and tried to put him at ease. �Don�t worry, muffin. I know it seems like a lot just now, but once you get into it, it�s not so bad.�
Angel was then shown the storage room, the deep freeze, the washrooms, Lorne�s office, the lounge, dining room and finally the dance floor and bar, where Lindsey worked. He saw his friend talking and flirting with customers, serving exotic drinks to beautiful people, looking confidant and happy. He experienced a slight moment of jealousy as he wished that could be him, but got over it quickly, knowing he�d be more than uncomfortable in that position. He was better off in the shadows than the spotlight.
�So,� Lorne started once the tour was finished and they were on their way back to the kitchen. �Think you�ll be okay here Angel cakes?�
Angel would have to get used to his boss�s weird thing for pet names, but other than that, �Yes. It�s� I�m� It�s going to be great. I�ll be great. No problem.�
Lorne laughed, a warm welcoming laugh. �I�m sure you will be great, sweet cheeks.� He looked at his watch and added, �It�s just about seven. Why don�t you head on in and get started. You can stop by office after your shift, or on your break and we�ll fill out all the paper work. I�ve got a good feeling about you.�
Lorne left him at the back entrance to the kitchen and trounced off to� somewhere. Angel steeled himself and walked up to Savi, his direct superior, and with a smile offered himself up for service.
Lorne was right. He got into the swing of things quickly, as he didn�t really have to pay attention to anything other than the dirty dishes placed in front of him. After a couple of hours loading and unloading the dishwashers, setting the dishes back on the shelves, even a couple of times bringing the needed plates to the serving area, he was feeling very good about things, confidant that he had a future here at Caritas.
***
Wesley showed up promptly at 9pm, seeing no signs of Spike, and took a place at the end of the short line. There were a group of several young ladies in front of him, and when a couple of them, looked back at him to offer a smile, he could only smile like an idiot in return and hope they would turn back soon and ignore him.
Spike showed up not long after Wesley and saw his friend take a spot in line. He saw the women in front of Wes smile at him, and he saw Wes almost surely blow it by looking back on them with a smile that he would give his orthodontist to check his teeth.
He hurriedly scurried next to Wes in the line, muttering a quick �hey�, before he turned his attentions forward to talk to the girls there. �Ladies,� he began, with confidence, �You�re looking lovely tonight.� He nudged Wes to get him on board with the current conversation, and he hoped his friend picked it up.
A couple of the girls turned back to them, one of which Spike immediately recognised. �Faith, Love! So happy to see you again,� Spike said, recognising the woman from the station the other day. �You�re not here with a date, I hope.�
�No, stud. No date. Not unless you count one of these lovely ladies.� Faith told him, gesturing around herself.
Dear Lord, that thought was almost more than Spike could take. He momentarily let his mind travel to a happy place filled with images of Faith and one or two or three of her hot little friends� then quickly pulled himself out of it.
He looked to Wes, who was eyeing one of the girls in front of them with interest and looked back to Faith.
�Glad to hear it love. I�ve kind of got my own date here,� he said and motioned to Wes. �But I�m hoping to ditch him a little later.�
Faith smiled back as they got to the head of the line, and her and her friends were let in. �Catch ya inside,� she responded, grabbing Spike and bringing his face down in a pointed kiss before letting him go and following her friends into the club.
�Well, looks like you�ve made a friend,� Wes remarked, a few minutes later as they moved forward the couple of steps to bring them to the front of the line.
�Here�s hopin�,� Spike answered and they were moved into the club by the bouncers.
Wes was used to Spike getting all the attention and he sloughed it off like he always did. Sometimes he wished he could be the center, sure, but playing second fiddle to Spike wasn�t really such a big deal. The man was exquisite, and people flocked to him and consequently Wesley made several acquaintances he otherwise would not have.
So when a little red-headed friend of Faith�s grabbed his arm upon entrance to the club and dragged him off to the dance floor, he embraced the experience, resolved to have a good time.
Spike watched as his friend was dragged off, and laughed, looking around to find Faith waiting next to him, and the two followed their friends to the dance floor.
�You know, I�ve heard about you,� Faith shouted out above the music.
�Really, pet,� Spike answered. �What exactly have you heard?� He sidled closer to her, rubbing their torsos against each other.
�That you�re no good,� she answered. �You�ll only work as hard as it takes to get under a girls skirt, and then you�ll fuck off.� She wrapped her arm around his neck and pulled him into a kiss before letting him go and dancing a swirl around him.
Spike wanted this girl. She was right about him and he knew it, but that didn�t stop him wanting to give her a little taste. At least she knew what was coming to her. �You�ve probably got it right, luv. But you don�t seem too put off just yet.�
�Never said I was. I�m not looking for a long term commitment here myself, so no sweat, yeah? Just lookin� to scratch a little itch.�
�Well then lovely miss,� Spike replied seductively, �Seems like we have an understanding.�
Talking out of the way for a while, Spike and Faith continued their near pornographic rubbing and grinding and deep, open-mouthed kisses to the beat of the music.
***
Wesley tired not to look, but the two portrayed such presence that he couldn�t help but cast a glance or two or seven in their direction. Not that he was ignoring his pick-up date for the evening. The charming Miss Willow Rosenberg was more than enough to keep Mr. Whyndam-Pryce entertained for the remainder of his stay. He would leave his friend be, trusting him to take care of himself.
After all, Willow was the kind of girl that deserved your complete attention.
***
Sometime later Spike pulled his face from his date�s chest long enough to see his friend leaning close to the hot little red haired number, seemingly having a great time. It worked out nicely for him because if Wes scored he wouldn�t have to feel badly about planning to take Faith home. After a couple more dances, with moves bordering on illegal, Spike and Faith decided to grab another drink.
They met Wes and Willow at the bar, and Spike gave the young lady an overt leer. She giggled and blushed and ducked over to her girlfriend to trade gossip, while Wes frowned at Spike for flirting with his date.
�Don�t worry lover,� Spike told him. �You�ll always be number one.� He delivered an even more blatant look in Wes�s direction and snuck up close to him, handing him the double rum and coke he had just ordered. �I think you need this more than I do, luv.�
Wes was put at ease by the familiarity of Spikes actions and had no trouble deflecting his moves. �Thank you, Spike. Now do be so kind as to leave us alone for the remainder of the evening. Ms. Rosenberg and I were just starting to get to know each other.�
Spike gave a surprised and delighted look and rose from the bar without another word to escort Faith back to the dance floor.
***
Angel was doing a fantastic job. He was neat, efficient, orderly, any number of well meaning adjectives.
He was making fast friends with several of the kitchen staff, and was looking forward to further shifts at Caritas, and was a little sad to say that this was more fun than he had had in a while. And then Angel was asked to work out front in both the dining room and the barroom clearing tables, once his break was finished.
He agreed, a bit hesitantly, but cheerfully, and took his apron off and grabbed a burger heading out of the kitchen for his break. After he had gobbled down his snack he had nearly 20 minutes left he decided to stop by Lorne�s office to get the paperwork done.
He walked down the hall and stopped outside his boss�s office, knocking on the door. �Ah, just a minute,� he heard called out from inside. Then some shuffling and slamming and whimpering, and then a slight young man, no older than Liam himself emerged from the room, eyes down as he skittered past muttering, �Hey� in Angel's direction.
Angel took that as his cue, and stepped into the office. He was greeted heartily by Lorne saying, �Don�t ask,� and ushering him to a chair by the desk. They filled out Angel�s personal information together, Lorne making it very easy on him. Angel was told that the legal work would be processed soon, and within two weeks he would be receiving his first legal paycheque. Angel could barely contain his grin as he set to the second half of his shift collecting used dished from around the bar.
It wasn�t more than 15 minutes into his tenure when he noticed a stark blond head out on the dance floor. He looked down at his tray immediately, gathered a couple more glasses, then looked back up to be sure. Yep, it was him. The cop from the station. The cop whose apartment he�d slept in. He quickly turned around so he wouldn�t be noticed, but as he kept sneaking glances in the man�s direction, he realised he needn�t have bothered.
The guy was obviously on a date, and very into said date judging by the completely inappropriate touching that was occurring just meters from where he stood. And the girl was pretty hot too, Angel couldn�t help but notice. And� girl. Well, that should put his �dreamy older cop meets down on his luck kid and helps him out by fucking him blind� fantasy to rest. They guy obviously wasn�t gay. Still, Angel couldn�t help but stare, just for a minute�
***
Spike felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. He shivered and turned in Faith�s arms to look towards to bar. He didn�t see anything out of the ordinary, of course, and knew he was being silly, but damn, that feeling gave him the heebeegeebee�s. He moved into a slower grind with his girl and let his eyes scan more carefully around the room.
Nothing� nothing� nothing� no- wait a tick. Was that�? No, Spike was imagining things. It couldn�t be. He brought his hand up to rub his eyes and pinch the bridge of his nose, then looked back at the boy he thought he saw.
He looked back just a little too late. The busboy was turning away from him, hiding his face behind his arm as he grabbed several more glasses and plates from surrounding tables. When his tray was full he disappeared back into the crowd, but Spike paid close attention to him the whole way.
It was Liam. Spike was almost sure of it, but it couldn�t be. He knew that Liam didn�t have a job and certainly not one here. But� God, he was going nuts. He had just sworn off the kid, had been convinced he wasn�t going to pursue him, wasn�t going to think about him. And now here he was imagining the guy turning up in the most unlikely of places.
That was it. He was losing his mind. Feeling unsettled, he decided that he needed to find Wes and get out of there. Or - hang on, he thought as his dance partner made a non too subtle grab at his groin to regain his attention, If I go home with this chit, like I�d planned, I�ll have a much better change of getting laid. So he smiled down at the girl and led her across the room and out the door, pausing briefly to catch Wesley�s eye and give him a wink before they left the club.
Wesley watched Spike and Faith leave together over Willow�s head and half listened to her talk about her work as a pre-school teacher. He caught his friend�s wink, and returned with a smile and brought his gaze back to his date, losing himself for a moment in her sweet soft voice.
Several more minutes passed, then Willow looked down at her watch. �Oh! I can�t believe it�s so late! I�ve had so much fun, but I really need to get home.�
�I�m afraid I can�t offer you a ride, as I haven�t got my car here, but, would you perhaps like to share a taxi?� Wes asked, hoping to get a little more time with this woman before she blew him off and he never saw her again.
Willow smiled and accepted and the two wandered outside to find a ride.
When the cab arrived at Willow�s house, Wesley, ever the gentleman, got out and walked her to the door. The two stood nervously for several seconds before Wesley began his goodbye. �Thank you very much for a lovely evening, Miss Rosenberg.� He grabbed her hand and brought it to his mouth to place a gentle kiss on her fingers.
Willow blushed, and smiled and before she could lose her nerve she reached into her purse to pull out a piece of paper and a pen. She jotted down her telephone number and handed the paper to Wesley. �If you want, maybe we could, um, do this again sometime? If you want?�
Wes smiled broadly and answered, �It would be a true pleasure,� before leaning in to land a kiss on a soft cheek and turning to get back into the taxi.

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