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Summary: Poor ole Clem finds himself on the wrong side at the very
worst time...

PG-13


Disclaimer: All BTVS characters remain the property of Joss Whedon,
Mutant Enemy, and all other owner/creators of the Buffy the Vampire
Slayer series...

Archived at the Cicelyverse page of the Buffy Rebecca verse,
www.geocities.com/buffyrebecca/Cicelypg.html .

Spoilers for Angel to the bitter end...Flee at once!...

***

LA...About 4am...

The battle is over...

Do not expect a happy ending, you knew the odds...That the gods or
fates or whatever allowed the four heroes enough time and strength to
make their joint ends glorious must suffice...

And yet, victory has not come...Indeed, as the night has worn on and
the weary, anxious army makes its search for its dearly won, deeply
desired, precious trophies, the bodies of the four...It has become
clear that new forces are arriving to replace the fallen champions of
the Light...

Some stand their ground and die, most make the show of courage, then
flee, many join the flow of panicked rout in the early morning dark
long before seeing the new enemy bearing down upon them...

"They've come!...They're coming..." cries fly about from those
capable of speech...

One fleeing figure stumbles over others...Falling hard on one side...He
considers rising but finds it painful...

No, best to wait...Be trampled in this mob with a bad leg...Play dead
and hope to fight off anything that prefers its meat cold...

She came...?

Or did she...He hasn't seen them, only heard the cries and smelled
the human scent...But that concentrated scent surely left no doubt
about it...No ordinary passel of human females would be pouring into
this fray...

Slayers...He nervously winced at a burst of pain in his injured
leg...Gotta keep still...Hope it all passes him by...

But the thought intruded...She must have come with them...

He pondered, wishing he could risk an ear scratch...Clearly he'd had
bad luck in getting roped into this one on returning to Hell...After a
career on Earth of avoiding conflict, you finally go home and they tell
you 'congratulations, you're in the army now' and shove you back
through the Hell-Earth portal...

Still, once again he'd managed survival...And if she was out there,
leading...He was likely saved...For ole times' sake at least, he'd
be welcomed...Especially if the word passed back was wrong and Spike
had beaten the odds once more...Like he always had...

But even if good Spike and his soul were gone, it'd be fine...She'd
remember...And so would the Slayers, if the tales of how their memories
were passed on were true...

He'd be safe soon as the others'd fled back to Hell and the light
came up...Just gotta stay still and...

Harsh screams terrified him...Demons...But demons in agony,
fear...Hmmn...Sounds like the Batous clan...Yep, the sounds of the
claws clicking on the street...Dead giveaway...

Speaking of dead...He now, without moving anything but eyelids, very
cautiously eyed the corpse that had suddenly fallen by his face...It
quivered a moment, the face staring at him...Recognition...

Right, he stood me a drink last night just before we crossed
over...Haynes?...Sociable guy...Wanted to hear what I knew of what
we'd be facing in Spike and if I thought she'd figure out the
Immortal's little ploy in time and come...Couldn't offer much,
though I told him about Spike taking those six ghouls that time when we
were heading over to see that Brit movie marathon...And the Immortal
guy?...Ploy?...Got me pal...

"He told her he and his Partners could bring William back if she'd
play along...Refuse to cooperate with Angel and support her Watcher's
Council's thinking that he'd crossed to the Dark Side...If she did
and kept away, she get him back when they'd had their chance to
corrupt Angel, win or lose..."

"What?..." he'd said immediately... "She'd never play along
with that..."

"Did..." his companion had given a knowing smile, fixing him with
one of three independently mobile eyes...

"No...Gotta be a trick...She'd never...Not for Spike..."

"Maybe not for Spike..." another smile...Two of its four hands
clutching drinks...

"But for her husband..."

Husband...?

A familiar scent caught his attention, ending his reverie...A harsh,
cold, but familiar voice startled him...

"Get up..." Buffy prodded his sore side...

You...? She stared at the loose-skinned, doglike creature now trying to
sit up, despite pain and considerable stiffness...

"Hey, Slayer...You found Spike yet?..." he happily asked...

"What are you doing here, Clem?..." she said, ignoring the
question...

"They made me come, ma'am...I didn't want to..." he said,
sheepishly...A bit perturbed by the coldness in her voice.

"You shouldn't have come here..." she replied...No emotion in her
voice...He tried to stare up into her face...Hard, cold...Tracks of
tears running through the dust or, no...Ashes...On her face...

She'd smeared ashes on her face?...

He caught other scents now, more Slayers...A few stopping, staring at
him and the Greatest of the Slayers standing by him...One seeming to
vaguely recognize him as she stared, the others checking for danger,
puzzled by their leader's delay by him...

"It's all right..." Buffy called to them... "Continue securing
the area...Go on, leave me a mo...I'll be along presently..." They
began moving on...

"Is that....?" the Slayer who'd recognized him, a short, thin
nervous-looking brunette, had paused...A little like poor old Miss
Drusilla, he thought...

"Clem, yeah...Go on..." Buffy waved her off...

The other Slayer hesitated, then at Buffy's hard stare, left...

"Whatdaya mean, husband?..." he'd asked his barmate as he'd
signaled for a round on him ... "They were just datin'...Broke up
before I left Earth though I thought they might be getting' back
together after he got the soul..."

"I mean what I said...Husband..."

Whoa...Way to go, Spike...he thought...

Though...He mighta invited an old pal...

"Was it a nice ceremony?..." he asked innocently...His companion
staring at him with two of his three eyes...The third fixed on an
attractive female...

"In 1880?...How should I know?..."

1880?...

Odd...Somehow...It rang a bell...Somewhere...

"1880?..." he repeated, aloud...Blinking...

"So you know..." Buffy stared at him... "Do you all know?...Did
you fellas all have a good laugh before you came in from Hell?..."

"No, Slayer...I..."

"Hey, it's a riot...The idiot reincarnated Slayer...Her husband's
lost soul calling, pleading, screaming to her in every way he can for a
century from where he's trapped, pushing Spike to go after one Slayer
after another till he found me...I swore as I died, I know that now...I
swore I'd save him..." she paused, trembling...

"But I failed...Thanks to you guys and your pal the Mortal...Mortal
since four hours ago that is..."

1880...London...The house in London...He thought...

"He thought he had me..." Buffy coldly smiled... "And maybe he
did, for a while...After he helped me break into the Council
archives...Showed me the letters Cicely...I...Wrote to him...My
Watcher's field notes...Her...My jewelry...It's true, I was ready
to do anything...And when Andrew came back...Told me he'd seen Will
safe, corporeal...I was ready to turn on the Council, betray my friends
if necessary...But I never trusted him..."

"I was there..." Clem whispered...

"To see him die again?..." Buffy looked at him... "Did you enjoy
it?...Did they have a crowd?..."

"No...I mean..."

"The others, they told me it was only two hours ago...I only missed
it by two hours...If Willow had just..." she wasn't paying
attention to him now, just staring off...

"God help them when I get back to London..." she whispered... "If
I find out Giles knew...God help them all..."

She paused...And saw him again...His desperate face, like a stricken
puppy with the long, loose-skinned ears sagging...

"But I don't think even God can help you now..."

But it was his turn not to hear now...He stared off...Seeing...

A room, filled with people...All humans...In fancy dress...Antique
formal suits...Long ball gowns, flowers in the women's hair...Music
playing, a tune he recognized...He saw that he too had on a dark
suit...Holding a cup of punch in his hand as the fellow next to him, a
red-faced, slightly drunk, angry-looking man was going on about...

He groaned as she grabbed him...Pulling him fully to his feet...

"Slayer...I'm...I didn't want to join up here, they
forced...Mercy, Slayer...Please...Ow!" he broke from her momentarily
loosened grip and threw himself at her feet but she dragged him by one
hand to the side of the road...

"You pathetic idiot", said she... "Don't talk to me of mercy.
Until today when William fell I knew mercy, I preferred to give demons
who gave up quarter. I spared you and many of those whom I had taken
alive; but now not a demon's gonna live of those whom Heaven delivers
into my hands before the city of Angels today- and of all demons it
shall fare hardest with the ones like you who knew my Will and
something of our story and yet came in league with those who took him
from me. You say you didn't wish to come, you're got roped in,
you're innocent? Why then didn't you lift a finger to help your
friend, knowing when I learned the truth I'd come? No answer?
Therefore, ole pal, you too shall die. Why should you whine in this
way? William's gone, and his demon alone was better than you are. I
too- see you not how I've beaten so many foes and how even your
Partners honor me with their fear? I was a heroic Slayer twice over,
wife to a noble soul, a mother whose daughter bears the power of the
Glorificus Key, and have a goddess for my best friend, but the hands of
doom and death overshadow me all as surely. The day will come, either
at dawn or dark, or more likely, at the noontide, when one shall take
my life also in battle, maybe with his spear, with an arrow sped from
her bow, magics, or a lucky shot from his gun when none of my friends
are around to help me."

William...And Cicely...Dancing...He saw them...From the side...William
Soames Walthrop, that jumped-up parvenu student in his new, ill-fitting
suit...

Damn nobody poet...What can she see in him?...What did Henderson
sneering at them beside him call him the other night?...Ah, Right...

William the Bloody Awful...

I was there...I was...Human, then...

I...Loved her...

"I was...there..." he began...Trying to hold down his terror and
speak... "Slayer, I...Remember...Wait!...Wait!...Cicely, I
knew...Listen, Cicely!!..."

He started to hum the tune, a tune she recognized...

"You Bastard!!..."

"Wait!!..." he croaked... "I loved you, Cicely!!!..."

***

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Summary: Poor ole Clem finds himself on the wrong side at the very
worst time...

PG-13


Disclaimer: All BTVS characters remain the property of Joss Whedon,
Mutant Enemy, and all other owner/creators of the Buffy the Vampire
Slayer series...

Archived at the Cicelyverse page of the Buffy Rebecca verse,
www.geocities.com/buffyrebecca/Cicelypg.html .

Spoilers for Angel to the bitter end...Flee at once!...

***

LA...About 4am...

The battle is over...

Do not expect a happy ending, you knew the odds...That the gods or
fates or whatever allowed the four heroes enough time and strength to
make their joint ends glorious must suffice...

And yet, victory has not come...Indeed, as the night has worn on and
the weary, anxious army makes its search for its dearly won, deeply
desired, precious trophies, the bodies of the four...It has become
clear that new forces are arriving to replace the fallen champions of
the Light...

Some stand their ground and die, most make the show of courage, then
flee, many join the flow of panicked rout in the early morning dark
long before seeing the new enemy bearing down upon them...

"They've come!...They're coming..." cries fly about from those
capable of speech...

One fleeing figure stumbles over others...Falling hard on one side...He
considers rising but finds it painful...

No, best to wait...Be trampled in this mob with a bad leg...Play dead
and hope to fight off anything that prefers its meat cold...

She came...?

Or did she...He hasn't seen them, only heard the cries and smelled
the human scent...But that concentrated scent surely left no doubt
about it...No ordinary passel of human females would be pouring into
this fray...

Slayers...He nervously winced at a burst of pain in his injured
leg...Gotta keep still...Hope it all passes him by...

But the thought intruded...She must have come with them...

He pondered, wishing he could risk an ear scratch...Clearly he'd had
bad luck in getting roped into this one on returning to Hell...After a
career on Earth of avoiding conflict, you finally go home and they tell
you 'congratulations, you're in the army now' and shove you back
through the Hell-Earth portal...

Still, once again he'd managed survival...And if she was out there,
leading...He was likely saved...For ole times' sake at least, he'd
be welcomed...Especially if the word passed back was wrong and Spike
had beaten the odds once more...Like he always had...

But even if good Spike and his soul were gone, it'd be fine...She'd
remember...And so would the Slayers, if the tales of how their memories
were passed on were true...

He'd be safe soon as the others'd fled back to Hell and the light
came up...Just gotta stay still and...

Harsh screams terrified him...Demons...But demons in agony,
fear...Hmmn...Sounds like the Batous clan...Yep, the sounds of the
claws clicking on the street...Dead giveaway...

Speaking of dead...He now, without moving anything but eyelids, very
cautiously eyed the corpse that had suddenly fallen by his face...It
quivered a moment, the face staring at him...Recognition...

Right, he stood me a drink last night just before we crossed
over...Haynes?...Sociable guy...Wanted to hear what I knew of what
we'd be facing in Spike and if I thought she'd figure out the
Immortal's little ploy in time and come...Couldn't offer much,
though I told him about Spike taking those six ghouls that time when we
were heading over to see that Brit movie marathon...And the Immortal
guy?...Ploy?...Got me pal...

"He told her he and his Partners could bring William back if she'd
play along...Refuse to cooperate with Angel and support her Watcher's
Council's thinking that he'd crossed to the Dark Side...If she did
and kept away, she get him back when they'd had their chance to
corrupt Angel, win or lose..."

"What?..." he'd said immediately... "She'd never play along
with that..."

"Did..." his companion had given a knowing smile, fixing him with
one of three independently mobile eyes...

"No...Gotta be a trick...She'd never...Not for Spike..."

"Maybe not for Spike..." another smile...Two of its four hands
clutching drinks...

"But for her husband..."

Husband...?

A familiar scent caught his attention, ending his reverie...A harsh,
cold, but familiar voice startled him...

"Get up..." Buffy prodded his sore side...

You...? She stared at the loose-skinned, doglike creature now trying to
sit up, despite pain and considerable stiffness...

"Hey, Slayer...You found Spike yet?..." he happily asked...

"What are you doing here, Clem?..." she said, ignoring the
question...

"They made me come, ma'am...I didn't want to..." he said,
sheepishly...A bit perturbed by the coldness in her voice.

"You shouldn't have come here..." she replied...No emotion in her
voice...He tried to stare up into her face...Hard, cold...Tracks of
tears running through the dust or, no...Ashes...On her face...

She'd smeared ashes on her face?...

He caught other scents now, more Slayers...A few stopping, staring at
him and the Greatest of the Slayers standing by him...One seeming to
vaguely recognize him as she stared, the others checking for danger,
puzzled by their leader's delay by him...

"It's all right..." Buffy called to them... "Continue securing
the area...Go on, leave me a mo...I'll be along presently..." They
began moving on...

"Is that....?" the Slayer who'd recognized him, a short, thin
nervous-looking brunette, had paused...A little like poor old Miss
Drusilla, he thought...

"Clem, yeah...Go on..." Buffy waved her off...

The other Slayer hesitated, then at Buffy's hard stare, left...

"Whatdaya mean, husband?..." he'd asked his barmate as he'd
signaled for a round on him ... "They were just datin'...Broke up
before I left Earth though I thought they might be getting' back
together after he got the soul..."

"I mean what I said...Husband..."

Whoa...Way to go, Spike...he thought...

Though...He mighta invited an old pal...

"Was it a nice ceremony?..." he asked innocently...His companion
staring at him with two of his three eyes...The third fixed on an
attractive female...

"In 1880?...How should I know?..."

1880?...

Odd...Somehow...It rang a bell...Somewhere...

"1880?..." he repeated, aloud...Blinking...

"So you know..." Buffy stared at him... "Do you all know?...Did
you fellas all have a good laugh before you came in from Hell?..."

"No, Slayer...I..."

"Hey, it's a riot...The idiot reincarnated Slayer...Her husband's
lost soul calling, pleading, screaming to her in every way he can for a
century from where he's trapped, pushing Spike to go after one Slayer
after another till he found me...I swore as I died, I know that now...I
swore I'd save him..." she paused, trembling...

"But I failed...Thanks to you guys and your pal the Mortal...Mortal
since four hours ago that is..."

1880...London...The house in London...He thought...

"He thought he had me..." Buffy coldly smiled... "And maybe he
did, for a while...After he helped me break into the Council
archives...Showed me the letters Cicely...I...Wrote to him...My
Watcher's field notes...Her...My jewelry...It's true, I was ready
to do anything...And when Andrew came back...Told me he'd seen Will
safe, corporeal...I was ready to turn on the Council, betray my friends
if necessary...But I never trusted him..."

"I was there..." Clem whispered...

"To see him die again?..." Buffy looked at him... "Did you enjoy
it?...Did they have a crowd?..."

"No...I mean..."

"The others, they told me it was only two hours ago...I only missed
it by two hours...If Willow had just..." she wasn't paying
attention to him now, just staring off...

"God help them when I get back to London..." she whispered... "If
I find out Giles knew...God help them all..."

She paused...And saw him again...His desperate face, like a stricken
puppy with the long, loose-skinned ears sagging...

"But I don't think even God can help you now..."

But it was his turn not to hear now...He stared off...Seeing...

A room, filled with people...All humans...In fancy dress...Antique
formal suits...Long ball gowns, flowers in the women's hair...Music
playing, a tune he recognized...He saw that he too had on a dark
suit...Holding a cup of punch in his hand as the fellow next to him, a
red-faced, slightly drunk, angry-looking man was going on about...

He groaned as she grabbed him...Pulling him fully to his feet...

"Slayer...I'm...I didn't want to join up here, they
forced...Mercy, Slayer...Please...Ow!" he broke from her momentarily
loosened grip and threw himself at her feet but she dragged him by one
hand to the side of the road...

"You pathetic idiot", said she... "Don't talk to me of mercy.
Until today when William fell I knew mercy, I preferred to give demons
who gave up quarter. I spared you and many of those whom I had taken
alive; but now not a demon's gonna live of those whom Heaven delivers
into my hands before the city of Angels today- and of all demons it
shall fare hardest with the ones like you who knew my Will and
something of our story and yet came in league with those who took him
from me. You say you didn't wish to come, you're got roped in,
you're innocent? Why then didn't you lift a finger to help your
friend, knowing when I learned the truth I'd come? No answer?
Therefore, ole pal, you too shall die. Why should you whine in this
way? William's gone, and his demon alone was better than you are. I
too- see you not how I've beaten so many foes and how even your
Partners honor me with their fear? I was a heroic Slayer twice over,
wife to a noble soul, a mother whose daughter bears the power of the
Glorificus Key, and have a goddess for my best friend, but the hands of
doom and death overshadow me all as surely. The day will come, either
at dawn or dark, or more likely, at the noontide, when one shall take
my life also in battle, maybe with his spear, with an arrow sped from
her bow, magics, or a lucky shot from his gun when none of my friends
are around to help me."

William...And Cicely...Dancing...He saw them...From the side...William
Soames Walthrop, that jumped-up parvenu student in his new, ill-fitting
suit...

Damn nobody poet...What can she see in him?...What did Henderson
sneering at them beside him call him the other night?...Ah, Right...

William the Bloody Awful...

I was there...I was...Human, then...

I...Loved her...

"I was...there..." he began...Trying to hold down his terror and
speak... "Slayer, I...Remember...Wait!...Wait!...Cicely, I
knew...Listen, Cicely!!..."

He started to hum the tune, a tune she recognized...

"You Bastard!!..."

"Wait!!..." he croaked... "I loved you, Cicely!!!..."

***

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Summary: The Immortal is a true showman...And has spared no effort or
expense...

A little fun cobbled from my various IB brainstormings and a certain
film...


Archived at the 'normal' Buffyverse page of the Buffy Rebecca
verse, http://www.angelfire.com/zine2/index.html or direct to story at
http://www.angelfire.com/zine2/qb.html


Disclaimer: All BTVS characters remain the property of Joss Whedon,
Mutant Enemy, and all other owner/creators of the Buffy the Vampire
Slayer series...


***


Part VIII...

Hell/Broadway...A fleeing mixed crowd of demons and condemned human
souls...No, they can't be killed but they sure can be hurt...Nervous
and rather brainless demonic troops firing and attacking randomly as
their commanders tried to give orders...

The most joyous romantic night of my life, Buffy happily thought,
holding William's hand tightly...But, damn...Looks like Hell has no
moon...Quickly pasting a look of desperate anxiety as William turned to
her...

"There..." she suggested, pointing to an alleyway..."Lets hole up
in the alley and see if we can spot Denham's people...He's sure to
have them around trying to film the whole mess...They can lead us right
to him..." Will nodded and they hurried across the street...The
crowd's brief sighting of them only serving to add to the panic...

"Film this?..."

"The nut thinks he's Cecil B. DeMille..." she shrugged...

"Actually I've seen one or two of his movie's..." Will nodded
thoughtfully... "Whatever else he is, the man...or whatever...an
artist...He's also still likely trying to recapture us..."

"I'd guess he'd settle for just killin' us now he's seen how
his little Jurassic Park scheme plays out...Hey, I see a camera!..."
she pointed...Careful, he pressed her back as an open truck loaded with
heavily armed demons...Naturally firing weapons in all directions,
especially at the crowd, passed...

"After all the trouble you've gone to, my girl...Lets not blow
this..." he smiled at her frown...

"So you love me, too?" she grinned...

"I suppose after 100 plus years of marriage, despite our little
period of separation, I'd better...Cicely..." he smiled...

"He said..." her bright mood fading suddenly...

"Yes..." Will looked into her darkening, again worn and weary,
face... "But that's for when we get out of here...She's safe,
Cics...Her soul is safe..." he took her free hand carefully in his...

"I'm sorry...William..." tears running now... "If I'd
known..." she pulled his hand to her face, hers clenching it
tightly...

"If you'd known sooner...Spike would have taken advantage and
killed you..." he shook his head... "And God knows if we would have
found each other in that case...As for our girl...We'll find her...Or
she'll find..."

They looked at each other...My God...

"Dawn..." Buffy gasped... Will motioning her to be still and pull
back as another truckload of armed creatures passed...

"You think?..." she whispered as the street returned to the
domination of the frenzied, panicky mob...A few scurrying by the
alleyway's entrance... "Even Spike..?"

"Even Spike..." he nodded slowly, wonder in his voice... "Even
Spike knew her...Protected her..."

"I...I'm so...Happy..." Buffy croaked out through her sobs,
clutching his left hand to her chest, as he caressed her with the other
... "I could hug that bitch Glory...Even kill that bastard Denham
mercifully quick..." She wiped eyes with a bit of her blouse and
grinned at him...

"Time to stop fooling around and get home to our little girl..."

"Right you are, Mrs. W..." he smiled back...

***

"What the hell do you mean, you lost them?!!..." Denham screamed
into his cell phone, Irina sighing beside him as hordes of the
terrified condemned raced past, a truckload or two of Hell's finest
occasionally passing as well...Looking about equally terrified, despite
the heavy weapons they carried, including in a few cases Irina noted,
artillery and what appeared to be...Yep...Tanks...

"How could a vampire and a human...Super-human...Not be tracked by
our people in Hell?...They gotta stick out like sore thumbs against the
condemned souls here..."

We did bring a lotta humans in the flesh across the Hell portal,
Boss...Irina thought...

"What?!!...Listen, you...Are you saying I'm responsible for
this?!!..."

Well, Boss...You did bring us humans here...Not to mention insisting on
putting her and her boyfriend on stage...Irina noted to herself...

"Damnit, Floyd!!!...I won't accept excuses!!!...Screen every one of
our human and vampiral people out, scan for William alone if nothing
else works...Souled vamps can't be that common in Hell....But find
them!!!...Your job and a ticket back to Earth depend on it!!!!..." he
abruptly closed the phone...

"Do you believe that guy?!!...As if I'm to blame for this,
bringing my crew here... 'It's hard to find another human with all
our aural traces and human vitals, Boss'...he says...God, I try to be
a decent, understanding kinda boss...Nurture my people like they were
my own children...And this is the return?!!..." Denham continued
fuming, stamping feet...

"We're sure to find them, Boss...They'll be looking for you to
get them outta here and back to Earth..." she noted with a sigh...

"Yeah, yeah..." he gave an impatient wave..."But in the meantime,
the shots we're missin' out on!...The spectacle...Buffy and her
William, trapped in Hell, facing its hordes in their last battle...Not
to mention they oughta be reviewing the Cicely stuff I spilled by
now..."

She looked at him, a suspicious, sidelong glance...

"What?..." he gave an innocent stare...

"You knew they'd escape..." she frowned at him... "This whole
thing was a setup...You knew when you told them..."

"I didn't...Know...For sure..." he noted, evasively... "I
guessed, based on past performance and took the gamble...I mean, Buffy
the Vampire Slayer, after all...But hey, nothing is certain in the
movie game...And it still woulda been a swell finish if they hadn't
made it...As far as they have...And what a scene that was when they
broke out!!..."

"Boss...They're destroying the place...Wiping out your Partners and
at this rate, all of Hell..."


"Hey..." he put up a stern finger... "I said I was neutral in
this fight...And as a version of human I ...And you, too, Rina...Should
be pleased to see Humanity's Slayer and Champion making out so
well...Besides...Sacrifices have to be made for great art...And as I
used to say when I was Flo Zeigfeld's partner..."

"'The show must go on'?..." Irina eyed him...

"Exactly...And if we could just find those two, what a show!..."

"If we just stand out here long enough, they will..." she shook her
head...

Hmmn...Denham pondered...

Yeah...But not quite soon enough, assuming the faint chance that
Hell's Finest might get lucky on their own turf..

Maybe what we need is to stop hunting them...And start offering 'em
what they want...he noted to Irina...

No...There are limits...she thought...I am not standing on some
platform or building with searchlights and a hundred-foot high sign
reading "Hell-Earth exit portal"...

"Irina...I need a large, tall...And I mean, tall...I want them
climbing a while...Platform or building, searchlights, and a
hundred-foot high sign..."

"Right, your B..." she sighed again...Noting it down and preparing
to call...

"The sign reading 'Hell surrenders...And offers Carl Denham to the
Slayer!'...Have them broadcast that on loudspeakers everywhere they
can, too..." he told her startled face...

"Your Benevolence?..."

"Oh, and include '...exit portal'...Somewhere in the line...And
do not forget to have the boys still alive set up their cameras to
cover the side angles as well as everywhere else ..."

"But your Benevolence..."

"They'll tear me limb from limb, I know...'Tis a far, far better
thing I do'...For art..."

"But not really..." he grinned... "After you get the other stuff
in motion, connect me to General Droog or whoever's still alive and
in charge...I'm thinkin' it's time to see what Hell's got for
an air force..."

***

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Disclaimer: No, Joss, no...I make no claims, put that thing down!
It's all yours and ME's...

Spoilers for Angel to the bitter end...Flee at once!...

Summary: Though the standard IB format, one of (117) versions of events
following the end of Angel S5 episodes from "Girl in Question" through
to "Not Fade Away" and beyond...
This one's a single...IB99 and 100 and others are multipart...(parts
alphabetically listed)...

Archived (soon) at the 'Normal' Buffyverse page of the Buffy Rebecca
verse at -http://www.angelfire.com/zine2/buffyrebecca/index.html ,
scroll down to "Immortal Beloved" series...

***

The battle at LA has ground down to its inevitable conclusion...
Though Illyria has managed to spirit the badly wounded Gunn away, after
heroic and satisfyingly gory resistance, Angel and William have been
captured by the massive army of the Partners and brought to the ruins
of the plaza in front of the battered Wolfram Hart Tower to await
execution by sunrise under the gloating, drooling (pardon me, one
slobbering, seven foot, bony-plate-covered demon guard politely notes
to Angel) horde commanded now by the surviving local Partner, one Mr.
Joseph, in appearance a bald, lizard-eyed, bespectacled little
death's-head of a man in remarkably gore-and-debris-free business suit.


"Ha, ha, hah!! At last, the two traitors are at bay!" Joseph sneers at
the badly wounded pair bound before him.

"How long till we get outta here? The human armed forces will wipe us
out if they learn we've crossed over. I hear the new Initiative has
permission to use tactical nukes if necessary..." one nervous
bird-faced demon hisses to his companion.

"Like they'll need 'em considering how many we lost just taking down
these two..." the other, a white furred beast hissed back. "But we go
when they fry at dawn."

A jab from their commander, a hog-like fellow in heavy armor silences
the two...

"How does it feel to face your fate at last, soul-boys?" Joseph
continues. "In fifteen minutes you both roast...And I'm sorry to say
your dear girlfriend is busy giving her heart and selling her soul to
our dear comrade the Immortal."

"Hah! I knew it!" Will raises a bloodied head to stare at Joseph.

"Oh, please. You were the one who threw in the towel the moment Andrew
said he thought she actually liked him. By the way, pal..." Angel
calls to Joseph. "She's not my girlfriend. Mine is still trying to
fight her way to me."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Will frowned. "Buffy doesn't know
we're dying here."

"Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!" Joseph cackled... "Go on, Angelus. Tell the
poor romantic dolt how deeply his beloved Slayer treasures his memory."

A few of the demon horde sentient enough to follow the conversation
eyed William...A good number rather sympathetically...

No bigger suckers for a star-crossed romance than the (sentient) Undead
condemned...

"Angel?"

"Uh. Will...The thing is...I did send a message out to Giles outlying
my plans with the Black Thorn and requesting help. I figured it was
the least I could do for you guys to try and get a little assist, much
as I hated going to him a second time. His answer was that Buffy
didn't think it was a good idea to risk trusting us."

"You mean you...Trusting you."

"Bwa-ha-hah!!" Joseph and a few standing near him howled.

"Ummmn. I'm afraid he mentioned both of us. Apparently Andrew didn't
hold out on you more than a day after he took Dana back."

Oh...Will stared a moment.

"Well...No problem...I never expected..." he tried looking off to where
the first streaks of dawn were showing...

She knew about the hands and didn't come?...the white furred creature
blinked. That's awful...

"Isn't Love grand?" Joseph sneered again... "Now, you die alone,
Walthrop!"

"Who's Walthrop?" Angel stared.

"Me. William Soames. Pleased to meet you." William sighed. "Look,
baldy...Gloat all you want. I've known since the soul Buffy's not
obligated to care for me. I'm sorry to hear she's made another bad
dating choice but as far as we're concerned she helped me recover my
human soul and we're square."

"Besides." Angel chimed in. "He's not dying alone. Neither of us are.
We've friends who'll remember us fondly as good men who did their best
in a noble cause. Something none of you can say."

"Bah!" Joseph glared. "Your time is over. That of Evil is nigh. And
soon the Immortal will bring the Slayer and many of her sisters to our
side...Voluntarily. Your sacrifice is for nothing!"

"Don't be silly, mate. Buffy might fall for a pretty face, a smooth
patter, and a powerful love drug...But she'll pull out of it shortly
and he'll be another...Mortal...notch on her belt." Will shook his
head.

"Too bad you won't be around to eat those words, boy!" the bald death's
head replied, shaking fist, then calming.

Can we cross back to Hell now, please...? the bird demon sighed to
itself, perking its head up at the faint sounds of human
activity...Ambulance, police, and fire sirens faintly wailing in the
distance.

"Any last words before we greet the new day?" Joseph faced the two
bound vampires.

"Actually...Yes." Will nodded.

Key of E, please...He turned to a hulking demon guard who'd been
fingering a harmonica in lieu of the victory celebration. The demon
nodded...Harmonica to lips...

"Spike?..." Angel stared...

"People or whatever...As I was rolling in the gore of your comrades, I
suddenly realized...After years of baiting this pointy-haired, poor
imitation of Christ..."

"Spike!!"

"Well...I suddenly realized that ... this... this man...I choose to
call him...Well...
No one ever made me feel like someone
'Til him..."

Joseph and demon horde staring...

"Life was really nothing but a glum one
'Til him...My existence bordered on the tragic
Always timid, never took a chance
Then I felt his magic
And my soulless heart began to dance
I was always frightened, fraught with worry...
'Til him
I was going nowhere in a hurry
'Til him
He filled up my empty life
Filled it to the brim
There could never ever be
Another one...like him..."

"Will?...I never realized...You...You're gay, aren't you?"

Joseph and demons nod at each other...Remember that time...

"But that was Angel who enjoyed the hitting..." the bird demon noted...

"No!...I'm telling you we're friends...At least now that we're souled
heroes and I trump you by being the one who gained his voluntarily,
besides beating you in that chase for the chalice..."

"My Undead existence was incorporeal...Til Him..." Ah ah ah...demon
back-up. Joseph glared at his crew of sentimental fools who clam up.

"Even with the soul I was a no one...Til Him..." Ah ah ah...Argggh... a
few valiant wanna be chorus demons are vaporized.

"I filled up his empty life..." Angel joins in... "Filled it to the
brim..."

"There's certainly been no greater ego..." Will... "Til Him..."

Frowning Angel relents on Will's grin...

Well... "At least you can sing..."

Sure can...several demons nod...

"Thanks, Angel. I sang it for you. I sang it because much to my horror,
I have to admit...I'm your friend."

Angel stared ... "You are? Gee, I've had a lot of relationships, but
until Wesley, you couldn't call any of them friend. But come to think
of it."
sings (clearly attempting to outdo Will...)

"No one ever ever really knew me. 'Til him.
Everyone was always out to stake me.
'Til him
Never met an Unman I ever trusted
Always killed them in the past
Now I'm well adjusted
'Cause I've got a friend at last."

Ah...ah...ah...ah...

"Fellas, don't help me."

A demon guard leads William who'd taken advantage of the horde
audience's focus on Angel to free himself from his chains and start
slipping stage left back to the funeral pyre...

"Always playing singles, never doubles
'Til him
Never had an Undead pal to understand my troubles
'Til him "

William shrugs as Angel sees their little escape attempt has failed.

Oh, well...William resumes:

"He filled up my empty life. (Apart from sex, cause I'm no poof..)"

Angel and Will:

"Filled it to the brim "

Will:
"There could never ever be
Another one ... like him "


Wow...the horde stares, even Joseph momentarily awed...The sun's rays
beginning to strike..

Both vampires vanishing in a burst of energy...

Hmmn...Joseph stares...That didn't seem like the usual roasting...

"What the heaven happened?! Were they destroyed?!!"

"Our magics people say no, sir." a humanoid demon sighed to him... "We
detected a teleportation spell at 0601, destination England, probably
London."

"Shit! The Watchers and that still-not-damned Rosenberg!!"

"Sir?! The human forces are closing fast!!! And our scouts
report...Argghhh..."

Slayers with them...Joseph filled in for himself, eyeing the reeking
corpse with stake in its throat...

"Retreat!!!!"

"Fall back!!!!...Fall...Arrgh..."

***

London...The restored Antiquarian Hall, home of the restored Royal
Council of Antiquarians and Library Scientists...For some reason
nicknamed the "Watchers' Council" among its members...

"Angel? Will?" Willow stared at the two bloodied figures now
materialized before her and Giles...Who stared at her...Before wearily
collapsing to their feet. Though William managed a quick glance about
the room...

Not that he expected...Anything...

"William? Are you ok?" Dawn had reached him...

"Nibs...?"

"Why the hell didn't you tell us you could sing?" she grinned... "I was
one of your back-up demons, with Willow...The blue-furred one..."

"What about..."

"Your team is fine, Angel...Nina reports Mr. Gunn is safe at LA
General." Giles said as Angel managed to sit up...

"But I'm afraid we need your help now with Buffy."

"You...You're sayin' what that bloody Joe said was..." Will began...

"Will?...Come on...." Dawn frowned... "They were lyin'...But she did
cut a deal behind our backs with the Immortal...How do you think you
survived?."

"Deal?...What deal?"

"How should we know, we only found out when the First took her body as
part of it...Go along with the Partners' scheme to separate us from
Angel's group in exchange for saving your ass, I suppose...With a
slight soul-corrupting catch I doubt she fully agreed to..."

"Though for a singing voice like yours in a lover..." Giles smiled...

"You weren't all there?..." Angel sighed...

"Xander had to go and continue monitoring Buffy...The First thinks
she's fooled us...But he wanted us to tell you he thought it was
beautiful." Willow grinned..

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