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TITLE: Battle For Dominance
AUTHOR: Ragna (writinggoddess@aol.com)
RATING: FRT
CLASSIFICATION: Spike/Other, Buffy/Other, Xander/Other, Willow/Oz
SPOILERS: Um...none for the show; in this series, "Battle Scars" and "Proposals".
DISTRIBUTION: Sure, just keep my name on it and let me know.
DISCLAIMER: If you don't recognize it, chances are it's my own creation. If you do, Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, Kazui Sandollar, FOX and the WB own it or them. I'm just holding Spike, Xander and Oz hostage. You may see them by appointment only. "It's Over Now" belongs to Neve, "Summertime In The Void" belongs to I Mother Earth and "The End" belongs to Philosopher Kings.
FEEDBACK: Sorry I'm not home right now I'm walking in the spiderwebs so leave a message and I'll call you back...in other words, I want it. Don't care if it's onlist or not.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: I finally picked up this series again, with a long story. Hope all of you enjoy.

***

Cordelia's laughing could be heard throughout the office as a knock sounded on the front door. "Coming," she said, taking one last glance at the bathroom.

She opened the door to see Buffy, Alex and Spike standing there. "Okay...there's sunlight and you're not a ball of flames," she told Spike.

"Remember the wedding? Alex cast a spell for myself and Angel to be out in the sun," he said, putting his arm around Alex's shoulder.

Cordy nodded. "I completely forgot. And it was only a month or so ago, too."

Buffy smiled. "Well, we understand how busy you are. Why were you laughing?"

"She was laughing at me," Angel said from down the hall.

Buffy pushed her way in and headed towards the voice. Suddenly laughter could be heard again. "Spike...Alex...you have to see this."

The two of them walked in as Cordy shut the door behind him. Buffy was laughing so hard that tears were rolling down her cheeks. Angel was there wearing very baggy blue jeans and a T-shirt. Almost the exact same outfit that Spike was, to be exact. But that wasn't all. The T-shirt was a bit too small for Angel.

Alex just shook her head. "Okay...how dark was the room you got dressed in? Spike looks good, you look..." She searched for a word.

"Ridiculous?" Spike suggested.

"Hilarious?" Buffy added.

Angel glared and shook his head. "My apartments upstairs. I can change," he said gruffly.

Buffy shook her head. "I...we'll help," she said. Cordy and Alex nodded.

"Should I be jealous?" Spike asked urbanely.

Buffy and Cordy had already been pushing Angel up the stairs as Alex turned around to look at Spike. "I helped you get dressed this morning. Not that you needed it."

Spike smirked. "It was a futile effort to get dressed with you around."

Alex flushed slightly when Cordy said, "I would think so."

"I should hurt you for that," Alex muttered under her breath knowing full well he'd hear her.

"Promise?"

Alex started to laugh, leaning against him and throwing her arms around his neck. "I promise."

He stood there holding her quietly, watching the stairs to see when his sire would walk back down. "Alex, love, do you have everything for the spell?"

She nodded slightly. "Of course I do."

As she finished saying that, Buffy and Cordy came back down the stairs. "That's it. From now on I'm shopping for you," Cordelia said, laughing.

Angel just shook his head, a smile on his face. "It's not really my fault. Whistler got them."

"That explains it," Buffy said. She had her arm lightly on his, almost as when they had been dating. Noticing that, she removed it quickly.

"It sure does," Cordy said. "I think we should burn them." She glanced at Angel, who was now dressed in a button down shirt and better fitting jeans.

"Burn what?" Spike asked.

"The old clothes, silly," Buffy said with a smirk. "Or do you just have other things on your mind?"

"I have other things on my mind," he replied, pointing to Alex. "She promised to hurt me."

"Masochist," Alex muttered, blushing.

"And damn proud of it, love."

***

Devon started pacing. "So, Oz, you're basically telling us that there's going to be problems when we do our set tonight. Vampires, right?"

Oz nodded. "Yeah. We're getting some help in fighting it."

Devon shook his head and muttered, "What a time for me to stop smoking."

"Pot or cigarettes?" Willow asked wryly.

"Both," he said, a small grin forming on his face. "They were messing up my throat."

She nodded. "Well, that's good. Oz quitting finally rubbed off on you."

Devon did the immature thing and stuck his tongue out at her. She responded in kind.

"Stop it you two," Oz said, shaking his head.

"Sorry," Devon mumbled. "So...what do we do?"

***

"One last stop, Gaby. I promise."

Xander pulled Gaby into a small candy shop. "You're strange," she said laughingly. "We're supposed to be getting breakfast. Not candy."

He shook his head. "This will be my breakfast."

"Actually," she said, looking around, "I'm craving chocolate-covered pistachios dipped in whipped cream over mint chocolate-chip ice cream," she said, looking at the small ice-cream shoppe in the back.

"The joys of pregnancy," he muttered, walking back there with her. She'd already ordered the sundae and was watching with avid interest as it was being made. Xander smiled, watching with an obvious joy as she reached down to her expanding stomach and patted it.

"Xander? Could you come here?" He walked over to her with a quizzical look on his face.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing. Ordered your favorite, that's all." She pointed to the second sundae. "Banana split with chopped nuts, whipped cream and seven cherries. Eat it. Please?"

He smiled. "Have you ever known me to turn down chocolate?" he asked, taking the sundae and spoon and proceeding to eat.

"Oh my God," Gaby said, in an almost state of shock.

"What happened?"

"The baby...it kicked."

Xander looked at her. "Really?" The baby had never kicked before and they both had been waiting for it. He reached over and put his hand on her belly and felt another kick. "Wow," he said, humbled.

She nodded, smiling brightly. "Xander...I think...I think I felt two kicks at the same time. In two separate places."

"When's your ultrasound?" he asked.

"Next week. Why?"

"Can you reschedule it to today, maybe?"

"I can try. Again with the why, though."

"Well, if there's a chance you're having twins, I think it might be a good idea to find out before any of the fighting starts. In case you'll need bed rest or something."

She nodded. "Yeah. I can always go here in Los Angeles. But...I'll deal with all this after our sundaes are finished."

***

The band on stage was called Neve, and they had been jamming for the last hour. Most of the crowd was into it, except those that knew what was going to go on later that night.

Buffy walked around, looking for Mike and not finding him. The band took a three minute break on account of some guitar strings breaking. The lead singer said they'd be playing their most popular song, "It's Over Now" as soon as the problem was corrected.

"Damn!" she said, running into someone. Literally.

"It's okay, Buffy."

She looked up and saw Angel there, a small smile on her face

"I miss hearing you say my name," she said quietly, looking down towards the ground.

"I miss seeing you every evening," he replied, causing her to look up.

"You miss me?"

He nodded. "Buffy, I'm always going to miss you. Forever. I...you're the only person I've ever been in love with."

She smiled. "I love you too."

He reached over and took her hand. "But you know nothing can happen. Nothing more than us being friends."

She nodded. "Yeah, I know." She tightened her grip slightly. He responded in kind, looking down at her.

"But...I know you're a Slayer, and that this can never happen between us again. I don't think."

She looked up. "You don't think?"

"There...Whistler knows some people. They have more permanent soul restoration spells. Ones that don't have the moment of happiness clause."

"Like the one that was cast on Spike?" Buffy asked.

Angel looked up. "Yeah. Speaking of that...do you know where a copy of that spell might be?"

"Alex should have it. Or if she doesn't then Willow would."

Angel smiled. "Yeah. That would be a good thing for me. Did it hurt him much?"

"No. But he was having the spell to go outside cast simultaneously. So it hurt a little more than it should."

Mike walked up behind them and saw them holding hands, a small frown flitting across his face.

He knew that she still loved Angel, and that she always would. She had told him that before anything serious had started between them. But he felt...

Not envy, or jealousy. Actually, disappointment. And sadness.

He liked her quite a bit. Maybe even loved her, he mused quietly. But she was always going to love Angel, and that would never change. He knew that. He understood that.

He just didn't want to accept it.

Angle took his other hand in his. "Buffy...if I could get this spell cast...is there any chance..."

She looked at the ground, then finally after what seemed like an eternity looked back at him. "Maybe. But not now. Now...I really care about Mike. And we have something together. You know that."

Angel nodded. "Would you allow yourself to be turned if anything happened to you and you were going to die?"

"Only if you were to be my sire."

Mike had perked up when Buffy had turned Angel's offer down. But he felt disheartened when she said she would allow Angel to turn her.

It proved just how much she loved him.

And that hurt him more than anything else he'd heard. He turned and walked away, tears threatening to fall down his face at any moment.

***

"What? Why the hell are you at the hospital?" Alex backed away from most of the crowd, Spike close behind her.

"Because...Xander got worried and wanted me to have an ultrasound, that's all." Gaby looked at Xander, who was sitting down near her.

"Ah. Worrying about the baby. That's okay. So...you heading back to Sunnydale after this?"

Gaby looked at Xander. "Do you want to go back to Sunnydale after this?"

He nodded. "It's a good idea."

"Yeah, we're going to go back," she said into the phone.

Alex nodded. "All right. Call me when you get there."

"Will do. Bye, Alex."

"Bye." Alex hung up her cell phone.

"Is everything all right?" Spike asked, motioning for Cordelia, Willow and Oz to come over as they got past the crowds.

Alex waited until they were there. "Yeah. Xander got worried, so Gaby's having an ultrasound and then they're going back to Sunnydale."

"And this is a reason I'm superbly happy you can't get preggers," Spike teased, which he knew was going to result in Alex smacking him on the shoulder.

"But she's okay, right?" Willow asked.

"Yeah, she is. She'll be fine." Alex put the phone away in her purse. "Actually, I'm glad they're leaving. Whistler called my uncle to let him know what was up and the first words out of his mouth were 'Gaby better get back to Sunnydale.' The next ones were 'And what possessed Alexandra to let her go?'"

Cordy smiled. "Seems like the honeymoon hasn't changed him much."

"Grr. Argh," Alex mocked. "You're telling me."

***

Charles stayed in the shadows, dialing a number quickly. He knew the others would attack at dusk, and he had to warn somebody. He had just dialed the number and could see the witch digging through her purse for the phone she had just put away.

"Well, well. Charles, isn't it?"

Charles turned around, missing seeing Alex answer the phone.

"Conner? Why are you sneaking up on me? The good guys are right there near the edge of the bloody fucking crowd."

"You're a traitor. I have to deal with you," he said, pulling out a stake.

"No, you don't. Does the bloody term 'misinformation' mean anything to you?"

Conner shook his head. "Not really." He raised the stake. Taking aim, he plunged, missing the heart. "Damn...seems my aim's a bit off. Good thing it's sunny outside," he said, turning around. "The sun will hit you in a few moments."

"You...fucking...bastard," Charles muttered.

"No, Charles. More like 'You fucking bastard who stole my Alpha position and made the mistake of keeping me alive.' I'm rectifying that--" He didn't finish much more before a crossbow bolt went in through his shoulder.

"Damn. Now my aim seems to be off," Spike said, lowering the crossbow. Alex and Oz hurriedly moved Charles out of the sun's oncoming path, Alex muttering the sun protection spell, using some of the blood coming from Charles' wound.

"You...will pay for this!" Conner yelled, looking at the blonde vampire.

"I don't bloody think so, mate. You're going down."

"And who's to stop me? That little witch? Face it, Spike...without the Seer, you and her are helpless."

Spike seethed, but before he could say anything Conner had pulled out another stake and tossed, aiming with deadly accuracy. Willow, being quick and close, pushed Spike away, the crossbow bolt clattering to the ground as the stake whizzed an inch over her head.

"Cutting it close, Red?" Spike asked, watching Conner take off into the shadows.

"A bit." Cordelia said as she helped the two of them up. "Willow...you should be more careful."

Conner, who had blacked out, came too. "What the bloody hell happened?"

"Well," Oz said calmly, "Conner had staked you and intentionally missed, and left you in the sun's direction. But you had called Alex and we heard what was going on, so we tried to track you down. Spike shot off a bolt, hitting Conner."

"And Conner decided retaliation was best, so he tried to stake Spike," Alex said in a tight, controlled voice.

"But Willow pushed him out of the way," Cordelia added.

"You should be okay," Alex added. "I cast a spell for you to stay outside." She grasped the stake and pulled carefully.

"I came to warn you all," Charles said. "They're not only attacking tonight, but they had their attack all planned out. And...Darla's back."

Spike cursed. "I thought Angel dusted her arse."

"She was brought back. Through the darkest of dark magic." Charles coughed, blood coming up.

"Ewww..." Cordelia muttered, turning away.

"And not only that, but he knows of the prophecy you two are involved in. What did he mean about the Seer?"

Spike shook his head. "She is...was...Drusilla. And Dru was killed by Laigon almost two years ago. She's helped on occasion though."

Charles rewarded the explanation with a blank stare.

"What Spike means is that she's helped from beyond death. There are some things that required her to be there," Alex said quietly, checking to make sure there weren't any splinters in Charles.

"Ah. I think I understand," he mumbled before passing out.

"At least we know some important details," Oz said, letting go of the vampire as he stopped keeping him upright.

"Yeah. That the blonde bitch is back and we're going to need Dru's help," Spike muttered. "Seance, anyone?"

***

Devon glanced at the stage, shaking his head in mock disgust. "Damn..."

"What?" Oz asked, watching the band begin it's set.

"This is the band we have to beat. Well, one of the three."

"What are the other two bands?"

"Velvet Chain and Shooter. There's a possibility Stretch Princess might be a good candidate to win as well."

"I heard of the first band...their lead singer has an awesome voice."

"Not to mention an awesome bod, too. And, anyway, Shooter had a song on the Dawson's Creek soundtrack and Stretch Princess was on an episode of Felicity. So they're pretty big competition."

"Well, Devon...at least our set will most likely get postponed until tomorrow."

"Assuming we all live that long..."

Alex stretched her arms above her head. "I'm getting tired of waiting for him to wake up."

"Well, he did loose a lot of blood," Angel pointed out.

"I got hurt too, mate. Or do I not matter to you anymore. I'm only your childe," Spike muttered, clutching his side where he'd fallen when Willow pushed him.

"But you didn't loose blood, so stop whining," Cordelia said. Spike grimaced but said nothing.

"Spike...help me out here, please?" Willow asked, motioning for him to move over to Alex and Charles.

Conner went back into the abandoned club. "He fucking told them. He fucking got to them and now they fucking now what to expect."

"Calm down, Conner," Darla said, glancing at her nails. "It can't possibly be that bad."

Conner pulled the bolt out of his shoulder and tossed it on the ground in front of Darla. "Is this a clue, Darla? They're dangerous and you're underestimating them!"

She bent down and picked up the bolt calmly, taking a good look at it. "Well...who shot you?"

He glared at her. "Spike."

"My chlide's childe...I'll let you kill him. And his little witch, too."

Buffy and Mike ran up to Devon and Oz. "What's up?"

"Viewing the competition," Devon said, scowling at the lead singer.

"Easy, Dev...it's just a contest. If we win, we win. If not..."

"Oz, the point is, I want to win this contest. It could always be our last one."

Buffy shook her head. "Not as long as there are Slayers around, Devon. Come on...let's find out what's happening."

"Anything to get away from this noise," Devon muttered.

"We need to get him out of here. I know you're hurt, Spike, but...carry him? Please?" Alex asked, binding Charles' wound.

"All right, but where to?"

"My office," Angel said. "It's around the corner. He can stay up in the apartment and we can all meet up in the office."

Alex nodded. "Okay. Someone, go find Oz and Buffy and Mike."

"I will," Willow said, standing up. "Cordelia, come with me."

"Why should I?" she asked, standing up anyway.

"Because."

"Good enough for me..."

Conner started to pace.

"Oh, do stop that," Darla said. "It will be fine. They'll die and we can take over this Hellmouth as well as the one they protect."

"I just want to kill the bastard who shot me. I'm trying to think of the most painful way possible."

"How about slowly burning his parts off with holy water?"

"Too time consuming. What about a butcher knife? With holy water and acid. Twisted slowly into the vampire's chest, deliberately missing the heart, and then slashing into the heart."

"Too disgusting. How about you shoot him with silver bullets? Oh, wait, that's a werewolf. Conner...just stake him to death."

"Fine, my mistress," he replied sullenly.

"Oh, don't do that. Do what you please; he's to be your kill anyway."

He nodded. "I just want him to be a pile of ashes. That's all."

***

Alex was glancing down at the stage, watching the sun go down behind it. Everyone else had retreated to Angel's apartment, partly to get Charles up and moving again, and partly because the crowds were overwhelming and they needed to regroup.

"Wish you were down there, love, being normal?" Spike asked, standing behind her and holding a mug of tea out to her.

She nodded, taking the mug and sipping it slowly. "Yeah."

"Alex..." Spike began, but he stopped. Instead he opened up the window as the band began it's next song.

Taking the mug out of her hands, he wrapped her up in his arms, cradling her in his embrace, and then he started to sway in time to the music.

She pulled her arms away from her side, putting them around his neck and setting her head on his shoulder. "Why can't our life be like this? This simple?" she muttered.

"Because of who we are," he said simply. "Me being a vampire, you being a Watcher...we can never be normal."

She nodded, her face feeling warm where it was on the shirt and slightly cooler where her head rested against his skin.

"I love you, Alex," he said, whispering in her ear. "I always have, and I always will, no matter what happens."

She felt the tears start to form in her eyes, and buried her face in his neck. "I love you too, Spike. But I don't want to die. Not the way..."

He gripped her tighter. "Alex, things will be okay. I'll make sure nothing happens, nothing will ever happen."

"But my dreams..."

"Your time isn't now. I just know it, love. I can feel it."

They continued to sway, not realizing an audience had built. None of the others had seen them together, not in that way, and it was a poignant scene. Willow gripped Oz's hand tighter, knowing she would start crying if she watched much more.

Buffy watched, slightly jealous even though Mike held her close to him. Spike and Alex had made it work...why couldn't she and Angel? But the minute the thought entered her head, Mike squeezed her lightly and the thought left as quickly as it had come.

Cordelia looked at them, then turned back to Charles, who had finally come to. They sat there, looking at the two of them, each lost in their own thoughts. Angel and Devon shared similar expressions, similar thoughts. It was too sad for words, and everyone was too uncomfortable to say anything to the two lovers.

Alex looked up at him, putting some space between the two of them. "We have an audience," she said quietly.

"Does it appear that I care?"

She shook her head. "No, but we're depressing them. That makes me care." She kissed him softly, then stepped out of his embrace, moving back towards the window. Picking up her mug she said in a soft but loud voice, "It's almost time, isn't it?"

Buffy nodded. "Yeah, almost time."

"Shouldn't we be down there?" Alex said, glancing at the mug and running her finger along the rim.

Angel nodded this time. "We should." He stood up, gesturing to the rest of them. Slowly, they filed out of the room, all except Spike and Alex.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Spike asked, putting his hand on her arm, getting her attention.

"No, I don't want to do this." Spike started to reply, but she put a finger on his lips to quiet him. "But I have to do this. We have to do this."

The song ended, and she glanced behind him, looking at the clock. "Ten minutes to sundown."

Spike nodded, taking her hand. "Then we'll go down together."

She squeezed his hand, kissing his cheek. "I still love you."

"I'll always love you, so I win."

Smiling slightly, she opened the door, and they walked out, locking the door before it shut. The click of the door closing echoed through the empty apartment as it slowly darkened, the sound of the crowds below echoing against the walls.