TITLE: Lucky Fucking Bastard
AUTHOR: Ragna (writinggoddess@aol.com)
SPOILERS/CLASSIFICATION: Early season 5 A:tS, Spike/Angel interaction of a sort
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He’d made the supreme sacrifice, Spike mused as he watched Angel sleep. Not that Angel hadn’t either…he’d died to save the world, too. Well, point of fact, he’d been killed to save the world, but either way, they’d both died and been brought back after some world-saving event.

But he was a ghost, and Angel was a human with a soul and a demon warring inside him…a vampire. But he could touch and feel and…live. The lucky fucking bastard.

Angel should be very thankful Spike couldn’t touch him right now, or there wouldn’t be a living being in the room.