TITLE: Exasperated Grandsire
AUTHOR: Ragna (writinggoddess@aol.com)
RATING: FRT
CLASSIFICATION: Spike/Angelus interaction
SUMMARY: Angelus is pissed off at Spike.
SPOILERS: Takes place during season four, after Spike gets chipped and moves in with Giles.
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AUTHOR'S NOTES: Answer to Daylight Shadow's Scene Challenge #1 (Now you see her...now you don't). All I did was change the first line (her scene) from present to past tense.

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Angelus held Dru up in front of him, and said, "Now you see her..." He staked Dru. "Now you don't."

Spike shrugged. "Whatever." He slammed the door in Angelus' face.

Angelus stood there, stunned, as ash floated down around him. "This wasn't supposed to be how it worked out!" he shouted at the shut door.

He'd gone to Giles' apartment looking for Spike. He knew he was there; word of Spike getting chipped by some military group had crept up to Los Angeles. Too bad for Spike that when Cordelia had lost Doyle, she'd gone to Angel for comfort and the comfort had turned physical.

Hence moment of happiness numero dos.

After turning Cordelia and getting rid of Wesley, the duo had decided to head up the coastline to have a word with Angelus' other childe. But word of Angel reverting back to Angelus had gotten to Drusilla.

By the time the now trio had gotten to Sunnydale, Cordelia was ready to stake the loony tune.

But Angelus decided to spy around, find out what Spike was up to. And what was he up to?

Watching "Passions" in the bathtub of a Watcher's apartment, when he wasn't staying in Xander's basement.

It was too much for Angelus' ego to take. This was his grandchilde and he should act accordingly, chipped or not.

The confrontation between the two vampires the night before had led to Spike telling Angelus that nothing he could do would get to him because, and Angelus cringed as he remembered Spike's exact words, "your pudgy arse has gotten to the point where the dark clothes do nothing to cover the expanding stomachline, mate."

So, Angelus had decided to get rid of Drusilla and make Spike miserable in one fell swoop. He did everything according to plan: knocked on Giles' door. Asked to see Spike. Threatened Giles for a moment. Waited while Giles got Spike. Bantered with Spike. Staked Dru.

Only it wasn't working.

"Spike! Damnit! You're supposed to be pissed!"

"I'm not," Spike said through the door. "And you're making me miss 'Dawson's Creek' right now, so shut your bloody trap."

Angelus just got even more pissed. "GET YOUR BLEACHED BLONDE ASS OUT HERE RIGHT NOW OR CORDELIA'S NEXT!"

"Never liked her much, mate. Do what you will with her."

"I already killed Wesley."

"Who?"

Angelus started to turn an alarming shade of red. Even Cordelia, who'd been standing nearby, started to back away.

"Watcher. Rogue. Came to Los Angeles to help kill demons. I. Butchered. Him."

"Good for you, mate. Glad to see the waistline isn't getting in the way of your exercise routine."

That was the last straw, Spike bringing up the weight issue again. "I have not gained weight. Damnit, Spike, I want to fight. Now. I swear, there has never been a childe as insolent than you..."

"Technically, mate, I'm your grandchilde. You just staked my sire, remember?"

"And why the hell aren't you pissed?"

"Moved on."

"Who'd you move on to?"

The door finally opened again and Spike stood a foot back from the doorway with a crossbow in his hand. He aimed at Cordelia and fired off a shot, watching as the brunette crumbled into dust. Then he pulled another bolt out of his duster pocket, loaded it into the crossbow and aimed at Angelus, who hadn't moved. "Mate, I've got a crossbow aimed at your heart. Aren't you going to move?"

"Like you'd shoot it. Who'd you move on to?"

He shot the bolt, hitting Angelus in the chest. He watched as his grandsire turned to ash on the front porch.

"Joey Potter." He shook his head. "Bloody idiot, my grandsire was."