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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
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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Chapter 4
Monday morning saw Spike sitting at his desk at the station filling out yet more paperwork. He hated it. It was by far the worst part of the job, and that included not being able to piss four 8 hours while sitting in a car at 15 below on a stake-out all night, getting shot at by criminals, and of course the terrible coffee.
He didn�t last more than an hour before his mind started to wander. It wandered to all sorts of things. What he might like for lunch, if he remembered to set the PVR to record �Degrassi�, if he�d be able to get those tickets to the hockey game next weekend, and not surprisingly, Liam.
When Wesley showed up for work that morning he was greeted by a smiling Spike. ��Bout bloody time, mate. It�s half ten. Didn�t get much sleep?� he asked with a wink. Spike knew that Wes had been out with that Willow girl they�d met the other night and was eager for details.
�Not that it�s any of your business, Spike, but I slept wonderfully. Alone,� he continued pointedly at Spike�s look. �I�m late because I got a flat tire on the way in and had to call for a tow truck.� He sat down at his desk, next to Spike�s, and pulled open some of his own paperwork to get started on.
Spike assumed the conversation was finished so he moved to pick up the file he�d been looking at a moment ago, when Wes started speaking. �But if you really must know,� he said putting papers back down and looking at Spike, �Willow and I had a splendid time.�
Spike chuckled at his partner�s beaming expression and sat back to listen while his friend told him all about his date. He had shown up with flowers, taken Willow to a fancy Italian restaurant for supper, then for a romantic walk through the streets of downtown, and finally brought her home at a respectable hour and finished the evening with a slightly less than innocent kiss on her front steps.
It seemed kind of on the dull side to Spike, but as he listened, he was once again struck by the thought that was Wesley Wyndham-Pryce would make the perfect boyfriend. He was genuine, respectful and kind; three traits that you didn�t often come across anymore. And it was probably a good thing that he continued to shoot Spike down every time he made a pass. Spike knew he�d only end up breaking his heart, and he loved him way too much for that. Still and all, it wouldn�t likely stop him trying.
�So,� said Spike once Wes had finished his narrative. �You didn�t seal the deal then? �M disappointed, Wes.� Spike's sly look turned to an apologetic smile when he saw the indignation rise in his partner�s expression. �Just teasing, mate. I�m glad you had a good time, really.�
As the men turned to get back to work Wes caught sight of the file that Spike was studying, and leaned over slowly and quietly to get a better look. Once he saw what it was he slammed his own stack of papers back down onto his desk hard, causing his partner to jump. �Spike!� he shouted in a whisper. �What are you looking at?�
�Nothin�,� he muttered as he placed the folder face down his desk and reached to pick up something else.
�Oh, I�m sorry. I wasn�t very precise. I can see perfectly well what you�re looking at,� Wes said as he turned the file Spike had been looking at, Liam Murphy�s file, face up. �What I want to know is why you�re looking at it!�
Spike turned pleading eyes on his friend, hoping to use his best innocent expression to get himself out of hot water. �I�m not doing anything, Wes. Truly, I�m going to leave him alone. Just� I saw someone the other day� kind of reminded me of him, and, well, I guess I just needed to� I don�t know, have some sort of contact.� He gestured to the file and continued, �Even if it is just a photo and some cold facts.�
Spike hadn�t learned very much about Liam. There was really nothing much in the boy�s file, and he had read it all the night they took him in as a witness. His parents had been killed in a car accident when he was 15, and he spent a year in foster homes before running away. Lived 2 years with no address, brought in on occasion, mostly for stuff like fighting, or sneaking in to the movies. When he turned 18 he�d started checking himself into shelters and staying out of trouble. And now he was living in an apartment with a friend.
Wes sighed, feeling exasperation and sympathy for his friend in equal measure. He took Liam�s file away, placed it in his own desk drawer and locked it, looking back to Spike with a pointed look. Spike rolled his eyes, muttering �You�re such a pain in the arse,� and got back to work.
***
Angel and Lindsey both had the day off so they decided to use it to sleep late, stuff themselves full of Doritos and hot dogs and spend several hours playing the new Metroid Prime for the Wii.
Sometime in the middle of the afternoon Lindsey got a phone call from Darla. Angel didn�t pay much attention, thinking it was rude to eavesdrop, but he couldn�t help overhearing a few words. It sounded like Lindsey was making plans for them that night and it kind of bugged him a little. Not that he had any plans himself of course, but it would be nice if Lindsey had asked him before saying, �We�ll be there,� and hanging up.
Angel looked at him expectantly and Lindsey smiled back saying, �Looks like we�ve got dates tonight.�
�We?� Angel squeaked. �I� with who?�
�Darla�s friend, Buffy,� Lindsey explained. �Don�t worry, she�s cute. Short, thin, blonde. Actually, she looks a little like Darla,� Lindsey added with a laugh. �Anyway, we�re meeting them for dinner later on, maybe a movie after. Sound good?�
�Uh, sure, yeah,� Angel answered, somewhat tentatively. He didn�t have much dating experience so he was a bit apprehensive, but these past few days seemed to be the start of something different for him, so he figured he would at least give it a shot.
It actually did sound kind of good. Maybe a night out having fun with his friend and a couple of hot girls, doing the kinds of things that normal people did was exactly what he needed.
***
Several hours later the two boys showed up to the restaurant in a nearby mall, where they were to meet the girls. They were just barely on time, so when they found out that the girls weren�t there yet Angel heard a breath of �Thank God,� from Lindsey, and after they were seated Lindsey explained, �Darla�s a sweet girl, but she hates to be kept waiting.�
Angel wondered briefly at the advantages of dating someone who seemed so high-maintenance, but remembered back to the young woman emerging from the bedroom in only Lindsey�s oversized t-shirt, and decided he probably already knew.
Darla and Buffy showed up just as the waiter was arriving to take their drink orders. �I�ll have a cosmopolitan,� Darla requested. Buffy added �Make that two,� before the girls took off their jackets and slid into the bench seats beside their dates.
Lindsey looked at Angel, then back at the waiter and asked for two beers before turning back to his group to make the needed introduction. �Angel, you�ve already met my lovely lady Darla, and this is her friend Buffy. Buffy, my buddy Angel. Well, his real name�s Liam, but nobody calls him that.�
�Darla,� Angel started, �nice to see you again.� Then he turned to face Buffy and offered his hand. �And Buffy, great to meet you.�
Buffy accepted his hand, slightly put off by the rough hand shake and abrupt slap on the arm he gave her. What? Was she a football buddy or something? �You too,� she answered. Oh, well. He was hot, so she thought she should give him a little while before writing him off.
Get a hold of yourself, Angel thought to himself. She�s just a girl. It was less than a minute into their �date� and he was already acting like a complete buffoon. The situation looked less than promising.
But, Buffy smiled at him, took a sip of her water and started up a conversation. �So, Angel, I hear you�re working with Lindsey?�
Angel figured that she already knew about and was okay with his recently homeless status, and relaxed slightly into the question, telling her everything she could want to know about his first two days at Caritas and with Lindsey, and then some. She was incredibly good about his monopolising the conversation, appearing interested, asking questions, smiling, but Angel knew she was only being polite. He kept telling his mouth to shut up, but it wasn�t listening.
Once dinner was over the ladies excused themselves to go to the washroom. �So, what do you think?� Darla asked when they were there. �I told you he was cute.�
�Cute, sure, but a little weird, don�t you think?� Buffy answered.
�Well, yeah,� Darla answered. �So? He�s just nervous. Lindsey says he hasn�t dated much. Maybe he just needs someone to give a dating lesson or two.�
The two girls giggled, and Buffy replied, �Yeah, maybe. You�re right, he is pretty cute. And kind of cool, in a dorky sort of way. I�m not saying we�ll get married or anything,� she warned at Darla�s excited look, �but I�m willing to see where the night goes.�
While the two girls were gone, Angel and Lindsey were having a similar conversation. �I don�t know Lindsey,� Angel was saying, �I like her, she seems really nice, but I�m kind of new at this, and there�s a lot of pressure you know? She�s your girlfriend�s friend, and if it doesn�t work out things might get� weird.�
�Yeah, weird like you shaking her hand so hard her arm practically fell off?� Lindsey teased. �Relax. God Angel, you are so uptight. You like her, I think she likes you. Just go with it and see what happens.�
As Angel was about to agree the girls came back to table cutting off his reply. Darla looked down at the table, happy to see that Lindsey had already taken care of the bill and snuggling up to her boyfriend, said, �Buffy and I were talking. There aren�t any movies playing right now that we really want to see. Why don�t we all drive down to the bluffs? It�s a really nice night and if the smog�s blowing south we might even see a star or two.� She punctuated her request with a kiss to Lindsey�s nose, and he was helpless in the face of such tactics.
�I�m in,� he said looking to Angel, his expression clear that his friend was expected to agree. �Um, yeah,� responded Angel. �Sounds good.� And it kind of did.
The four left the restaurant, piled into Lindsey�s car and sang along with the radio playing painfully loud disco music for the short trip. They soon arrived at their destination and exited the car, Lindsey going to the trunk and pulling out a couple of blankets to lay them on the ground.
To Angel�s horror, Lindsey and Darla wasted no time falling to one of them and making out like teenagers, while he stood dumbly looking between Buffy, the other blanket, and the lake. The lake was a long way out, and even further down, but maybe he could make it. He saw Buffy move to sit down and despite his nagging doubts moved to sit beside her.
They talked for a long time. Buffy was nice, and pretty, and funny, and they were really getting along well, but Angel felt there was something missing. Some sort of feeling that should have been there from the start, when he looked at her, when he touched her, but no matter how hard Angel tried he couldn�t get himself to feel it. A feeling like� like he had felt inside when he first saw that blond cop at the station. Or when he had seen him sleeping on the couch, or dancing with that woman�
Shaking himself out of his thoughts, he turned back to see that Buffy was now lying down on the blanket, looking up at him. He barely had time to be nervous about what was expected of him, when she reached up to grab him by the wrist and pull him down on top of her.
To say that the result was a disaster would have been using a gift for understatement that Angel didn�t possess. Buffy immediately latched her mouth to his, not waiting for permission before sticking her tongue in his mouth, and Angel just about chocked on it, spitting it back out. It�s not like he�d never done this before. He had, once or twice, he was just surprised at her forwardness.
Buffy didn�t seem to notice, or care about, the aborted kiss as she moved a hand down his chest to his waist to play with his belt buckle. Angel froze. This was something he had never done before. He had gotten as far as a little over-the-clothes action a couple of times, but what this girl was initiating was uncharted territory.
He let her undo his pants and move his underwear aside, thinking he should be doing something to her in return. He should want to. Even if this was new, he should still have instincts, desires. But he didn�t. Presented with a beautiful girl ready and more than willing in front of him, he couldn�t think of a single thing he wanted to do.
Maybe it was nerves, maybe it was something else, he wasn�t sure. But when she reached between his legs to pull out his cock, it was nowhere near erect. Buffy seemed mildly disappointed, but not enough to put a halt to the proceedings just yet. She pumped him in earnest for several minutes, kissing his neck and mouth and ears, as Angel dumbly tried to return some of the affections.
He perfunctorily kissed her face, slid his arms across her body, fondled her breasts and wrapped his arm around her ass to grind himself against her. None of it was helping. She just wasn�t what he wanted. He closed his eyes and let his mind wander and then it was shorter, stiffer, equally blond hair under his fingers, his hands caressed tighter, more toned arms, fingers dug into narrower hips and lips kissed firmer, rougher more masculine lips.
Suddenly he was hard. He jerked back, pulling himself immediately to sitting, feeling ten kinds of stupid but not able to go through with using this poor girl when he was clearly thinking of someone else. �I, uh,� he stuttered, �I�m not feeling too good. I think I need to go. I�m sorry. Really.�
He got up and started to walk away, leaving a disbelieving Buffy in his wake. He turned and shouted to his friend, �Hey Linds! I�m not feeling so hot. I�m gonna take the bus home. See you later.� Then before any of the three could respond he near sprinted for the road and the relative safety of public transportation.
***
Spike and Wesley were just about to pack it in for the day, when the telephone on Wesley�s desk rang. He motioned for Spike to wait for him as he answered the call.
�Hello? Yes Sir.... He what?! That stupid son of a� are you sure?... of course� well at least that�s something� what time?... of course, send it through now� yes, sir, we�ll see you then.�
�That was Travers,� Wes said, turning to his partner. Spike�s look told him that it had been obvious that he was talking to their boss, and he continued, relaying the message.
�Caleb�s as good as useless to us. He was released to set up a meeting with The Thorn, but it seems as if his boss knew about the arrest. He no longer trusts Caleb and has decided to put a stop to any further business with him. It seems we�re back to square one in that respect.�
Spike resisted to urge to slam his hand down on his desk, dismissing the action as too clich�d, but did give in to grinding his teeth a little and asked, �But there�s good news, yeah?�
�Somewhat,� Wes answered him. �It seems Caleb still wants to cut some sort of deal with us, and if he can�t turn in The Thorn, he�s willing to sell out whomever he can. He claims that tonight one of his associates will be buying guns from a neighbourhood supplier, said to have a rather full stock in his home. The buyer has been apprehended and agreed to wear a wire during the exchange.�
Remembering Wesley�s comment about seeing his boss later he asked, �And we�re in on it, yeah?�
�Yes. We�re to be among the arresting officers. It�s going down in about,� he looked at his watch, �seven hours. The information we need is being faxed through right now.�
It looked like any plans either of them might have had for the evening would have to wait. He was seriously pissed off that Caleb�s arrest wasn�t leading where he had wanted it to, but at least they were getting something out of it. He looked at his partner and suggested the usual routine. �You prepare the lecture, I�ll grab the dinner?�
Wesley smiled, not surprised that Spike wanted him to do the hard work again, and requested middle eastern cuisine before heading off to the fax machine so he could collect, read through, and organise the notes so that they could easily be presented to his attention deficient partner.
***
At quarter past one in the morning Spike and Wesley were standing in the stairwell outside a 14th floor apartment waiting for the signal to go in and do what they did best. A thought stuck Spike.
�Hey,� he whispered. Either Wes hadn�t heard him or he was ignoring him in favour of mentally preparing for the next several minutes. �Hey. Wes.� Spike whispered a little louder this time.
�What is it Spike,� Wesley asked, somewhat exasperated.
�How did the Thorn know?�
�What are you talking about?� Wesley wasn�t in the mood for his partner�s tangents just now. They had more pressing matters to tend to.
�The Thorn. How did he know about the arrest?� Spike persisted.
Wes gave it a moments thought before he answered, becoming curious himself. �I�m not sure. He must have seen it happen. Or heard about it from someone.�
That was what Spike was afraid of. �Heard about it from who? There was nobody there we didn�t bring in for questioning. Caleb would hardly have warned him. He�d jump at the chance to turn him in for his own freedom. It had to be one of the kids we talked with.�
But which one? they both wondered.
As they heard the call to enter the apartment over their communications system, and moved forward, guns in hand to perform their sworn duty, Spike fervently hoped that the person informing the Thorn of their plans wasn�t Liam Murphy.

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