Spike sat in a lawn chair with a cold can of Coke, since apparently he couldn’t drink since he was on medication. The ground chuck patties had gone on a low flame setting ten minutes earlier and Spike had gotten up from his chair every other minute to check on them. The last thing he wanted was to burn the burgers. He knew they’d have hot dogs, but he honestly didn’t think that they wanted just hot dogs. So with any luck, and lots of checking, he wouldn’t burn any of the meat intended for the meal.
One would think he’d take the time to reflect more on the reality, or dream, or whatever it was that he was in. But he wasn’t. His concentration and thought process was placed fully on the grill and anything related to grills. It was coming apparent to him that even though he was getting up constantly, and not relaxing like he should, he enjoyed grilling. [i]Wonder why I ‘aven’t done this before?[/i] He thought and then looked at the sky, [i]Oh, right vampire.[/i]
“Blasted sun.” he said aloud, to himself.
“I thought we liked the sun.” Buffy said as she came out with a checkered table cloth.
“Do, was just thinkin’ is all. Ya know it’s a shame vampires can’t stand the sun. I think they’d like it.”
“Uh, sweetie, you do know vampires aren’t real right?” Spike looked at her and realized his slip up.
“’course I do.”
“Alright, just making sure.” She said with a laugh.
“So what are our favorite vampires doing anyway?” this threw him off. First she said vampires weren’t real and then she questioned about ‘favorite vampires’.
“Huh?”
“I mean Michael the soulful, very repentive vampire and James, aka Stoner, the soulless, lovesick vampire.” Spike searched frantically for a response. Who were these vampires and why did they sound remarkably like him and Angel.
“Uh, they’re alright.”
“Still have writer’s block huh? It’s alright, you’ll get it written.” She told him before giving his arm an affectionate squeeze and heading back inside to retrieve more items for the table.
So he was a writer, a fantasy writer at that. It was actually kind of funny that he was writing stories about vampires when he himself was a vampire. Maybe he could do something with Michael and Stoner while he was here, he sure had enough knowledge of the subject. Spike smiled to himself at the thought, while taking the finished burgers, he was pretty sure they were finished, off of the grill.
“Barely out of the hospital and she’s already got you on grill duty. Tough woman.” Angel said as he came and clapped Spike on the back.
“Oi! Got dogs ‘ere. Don’t want ‘em to fall on the ground now, do ya?”
“I think the dogs are fine. So how’s that head of yours?” Angel asked as he took a seat while Spike put the hot dogs on the hot grill.
“It’s fine.”
“Good...Listen, I actually wanted to talk to you about something while the girls were inside.” Spike raised an eyebrow at the now serious man.
“What now, Peaches?” it didn’t mean that he had to immediately be serious though.
“Well, as you know Cordy’s pregnant,” Angel gave Spike a concerned look as he choked on his Coke, “You ok there, Will?” Spike nodded.
“Uh, yeah, just went down the wrong way. You were saying?”
“Right, well, we talked and I, well we both, were wondering if you’d be our son’s godfather. Cordy should be in there now, asking Buffy to be godmother, I just wanted to ask you about being godfather.” Spike looked at him.
“Uh, Will, wanna say something….” Angel tried when he didn’t say anything.
“…You want me to be godfather to your kid…. do you know ‘ow totally screwed up ‘e’ll be.”
“You’re his uncle, Spike. You’ll be around him about the same. Though you screw my kid up, I’ll have to hurt you.”
“Fine, won’t screw your kid up. I’ll be ‘is bleedin’ godfather. ‘appy?”
“Yes. So how long till food, I’m starved?” Spike shook his head at the man.
“’bout ready, I think. I keep checkin’ on ‘em.”
“Yeah, I noticed. Been hopping up like your buns are burning.” Angel laughed at his own little joke.
"Get it, buns. You eat hot dogs and burgers on buns." Angel laughed again.
“Yeah, not that funny, hon.” Cordelia said as she walked out with Buffy. The girls carried the rest of the things needed for the table, including the potato salad and a regular tossed salad.
“Oh.” Angel’s face turned to what looked like a mix between a pout and a brood.
“Take these over will ya. Gotta turn off the grill.”
“Alright, your heighness.” Spike rolled his eyes as Angel stood up and took the plate filled with burgers and dogs. He stood up as the brunette took off for the table where the girls were talking adamantly with each other. A wave of dizziness caused him to grip the table next to the grill. [i]Must’ve stood up too fast, ‘ave to ‘member not to do that.[/i]
“Coming, honey?” he heard Buffy call from behind him, from her spot at the table. Breathing in and letting out a breath, he stood up straight and turned around.
“On my way, luv.”
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The four of them were laughing as Cordelia told a story about how her new coworker, Doyle, had flirted and asked her out right in front of Angel.
“What’d he think, that he was your brother or something?” Buffy questioned, laughing.
“I don’t know. The poor guy looked so heartbroken when I told him that Angel was my husband, that was right after he looked shocked and totally embarrassed.”
“I hope he finds someone. Sounds like a sweet guy.”
“He is. The woman who finds him will be very lucky.” Both Angel and Spike were looking at the two women like they were nuts.
“Oh, stop it. You know I love you.” Buffy said as she took his arm and leaned against them. The food had been eaten, but no one was quite ready to get up and start cleaning yet. They were all enjoying each other’s company, which surprised Spike a little. Who ever knew he could stand more than five minutes with Angel? He didn’t.
“So, Spike how’s the book coming?” Angel asked as he took a sip of his beer.
“Uh, alright I guess. Kinda stuck though. Had a weird dream the other night that might inspire me actually.”
“Oooh, what was the dream?” Cordelia asked excitedly. Spike inwardly cringed. He hadn’t actually had a dream, well he’d had dreams, but none that he remembered really. Now he’d have to make up a dream to tell them. He thought for a minute.
“Well, it went like this. An, I mean Michael, was sittin’ in ‘is place, bein’ all broody and what not, when Stoner comes, feelin’ all betrayed and depressed. ‘e blames Michael for the loss of ‘is girl, but doesn’t say anythin’ right away. Although the reason she left ‘im was ‘cause she found an ugly demon with antlers and everythin’. After kidnappin’ a witch and ‘er little friend, so that they can perform a love spell, ‘e goes out to get supplies where ‘e runs ‘cross Michael and ‘is girl. Gives ‘em a ‘ole speech ‘bout ‘ow they’re in love and says they’ll never be friends, ya see. Then these vamps show up, ‘e ‘elps kill ‘em since ‘e ‘as a spiff with ‘em and then takes off. Doesn’t kill anyone, just plans on torturin’ ‘is girl so she loves ‘im again. End of the dream.” The three were looking at him.
“Wow. Wish I dreamed like that, well not about vampires, but so vividly.” Cordelia said
“It’ll definitely work for the story, not that you’ve let me read much, but what you’ve told me about it.” Buffy told him with a smile.
Angel was looking at him with an odd look, Spike looked back. Then, shaking his head, Angel said, “What’ve you been doing, watching vampire movies on acid?!” Spike laughed.
“I ‘ave not. Just ‘ave a good imagination.”
“That’s for sure.”
“Be nice to your brother. I liked his dream. Can’t wait to read the book either. Sounds filled with forbidden love.” Cordelia was getting excited about the yet to be finished, let alone published, book. Then the subject changed.
“Hey, Buffy, did you see that new dress at Macy’s? It’s amazing.”
“Yeah…..” Angel looked over at Spike.
“Come on, Will, let’s let the girls talk. I hear there’s a game on. Lets see if we can catch any of it.” he started getting up from the table.
“Take some stuff in guys while your at it.” Buffy ordered, briefly taking her attention away from the conversation with Cordelia.
“Fine.” Angel and Spike each grabbed a couple things before making their way inside. Spike discarded the dishes on the sink and then went to the couch. He sighed happily as he hit the back of the couch. Closing his eyes he brought his feet up on the table. His eyes opened again when he heard the sound of the TV.
“You alright there?” Spike gave a sideways glance Angel’s way. The guy was unnerving him, what with being all caring. He just wasn’t used to it. It actually hadn’t really been a side he’d ever seen in his time.
“Right as rain. Just ‘bit tired. ‘ad a busy day ya know.”
“Yeah, I know….so who do you think’s gonna win?” Angel quickly changed topics.
“Dunno. Rootin’ for,” Spike looked at the screen to see who was playing, “red and black guys though.”
“Ya mean Ohio State?”
“Yeah.”
“Any reason why you’re changing teams?”
“Dunno, just felt like it.”
“Alright. Then while you’re being a traitor, I’ll root for UCLA.” Angel said, with a hint of pride in his voice. Spike turned his attention off of Angel and partially on to the game. He wasn’t a huge fan of American football, but it wasn’t like he had to say anything, just had to look like he was enjoying it and then also berate himself for opening his big mouth about teams.
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