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Title: New Order Part 5/41 (and counting)
Author: Jasonsnene
Rating: NC17
Characters: Spike, Angel, Xander (others later)
Warnings: M/M, M/M/M, Torture, BDSM, N/C, probably others.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters associated with this story and don't make any money from it.
Summary: Angel's world changed after the final battle. He and Spike still work to save L.A. but when Xander is the one who needs to be saved, how will their world be impacted.
Feedback: Keeps me encouraged to add more
A/N: This story is like my own little energizer bunny...it just keeps going and going!!
This fic has not been betad.
Previous parts here
Angel dropped to his knees beside the bed after seeing Xander’s face. It was hard knowing that any human was going to be subjected to that kind of suffering but it was worse when you knew the human. Xander and Angel had their own particular brand of friendship, one that mostly involved Xander distrusting Angel and calling him a variety of stupid names while Angel snarled back at him and generally tried to avoid a conversation with the boy. But he could admit when he stood back and watched the group that he admired the gumption of the only true human in the scoobie gang.
Angel admired the fact that Xander continued to fight for the white hats even though he didn’t have any super or magical powers. When he’d fought as a teenager, he wasn’t a slayer or a witch with growing powers; he wasn’t even a former demon or werewolf. He brought his own brand of dedication to the cause that was purely human. In Angel’s eyes, that made him special. Not to mention that he had always hated the fact that Xander was used so often as a gopher, or even worse, as bait.
The Xander in his vision was older than the young man Angel remembered and his face and body had matured as he reached his mid twenties. But there was no mistaking that face. He would know him any where.
Spike nearly fell off of the bed in his haste to get to Angel’s side. The visions normally didn’t take so long and he was worried what the change might mean for Angel. When his Sire finally looked up at him, Spike didn’t know what to make of the look on his face and dreaded whatever Angel learned in his vision.
“Sire?” Spike whispered, trying to get Angel to speak. The vision must have packed a punch to have him in such a state. Angel finally looked into Spike’s eyes and tried to find the words to explain what he had seen.
He spoke slowly trying to make the words have the impact of the vision. “A group of demons have Xander. He’s being tortured. I don’t know where.” Angel knew that the words were inadequate to explain the events of the vision but he was still so shocked at the sight of Xander, chained and bloody, that he couldn’t say more.
Spike sat stunned as the words began to compute. “Harris? From Sunnyhell? Oh bloody hell, what has the whelp gotten himself into this time?” Angel could hear the emotion in his child’s voice. He knew that Spike and Xander had some sort of connection after their time in Sunnydale but Angel never pushed for details and Spike never volunteered the information.
Angel did know that outside of Dawn, Xander was the only person Spike spoke of from Sunnydale with any sort of affection. He watched his childe’s naked form move around the room and smiled a small smile when he headed for his much loved duster and the pack of smokes he kept in the pocket.
Without thinking, Spike lit the fag and took a deep drag of the smoke. He seemed to suddenly remember Angel’s abhorrence of his habit and started to apologize to his Sire.
Angel beat him to it however. “Don’t. If I thought it would help, I might light one myself. We’ve got to figure out what has him and where he is. And then we’re going to make them regret they ever laid a hand on one of ours.”
Spike felt relief wash over him at Angel’s words. He had never explained to his Sire the connection between him and the whelp but he did consider Xander to be one of his own. They had come to have a grudging respect for each other prior to the destruction of Sunnyhell and Spike considered him a friend.
To know that he was going to be hurt, or worse, was not something that Spike would sit around and wait for. He didn’t have many friends and he would make damned sure he took care of the ones he did. He would find the demons responsible and destroy them, even if it meant searching every inch of this city.
As Spike paced and worked himself up for the fight to come, Angel began to dress as his own thoughts turned to what they were going to do to get Xander back. Spike gathered his own clothes put didn’t put them on right away. Instead, he wanted to ask Angel about the vision.
“Sire?” Angel looked around at Spike’s questioning voice. The eyes that met him were hesitant and full of questions. “What is it Spike?”
Spike wondered how to phrase the questions in his mind but decided to be straight forward with his Sire. “The vision was different this time. You were out for a while. Didn’t know if you realized that.”
Angel finished dressing as he processed Spike’s statement. “The vision did seem to be happening in real time. They are normally flashes. The generally just give me an idea of what’s going on. This was more like watching a movie.” Angel’s eyes also held confusion about the differences that he experienced with this vision.
Spike nodded, knowing that Angel wouldn’t be able to explain the difference any more than what he had. Even after a year of dealing with them himself, and the years before working with Doyle and Cordelia, there were still things Angel didn’t know about the visions.
“Any idea what it could mean?” Spike risked asking the one question he really wanted answered.
“It means that we really need to get Xander. Any more than that will wait until after he’s safe.”
Spike finished dressing and both vampires headed for the door and their team of minions downstairs. Both knew that if anyone would be able to find the demons responsible, it would be those that they depended on to find answers. Both vampires hoped they would have the answers before anything worse could happen to Xander.
Once downstairs Angel gathered the troops and sketched a quick drawing of the demons he from his vision. They got lucky when one of the minions recognized the demons from his pre-Angel days. They began gathering weapons when a minion came rushing in towards Angel.
“Sire.”. The minion dropped to his knee in front of Angel who growled at the interruption. “This better be damned important.” Angel’s voice was icy cold as he spoke to the vampire at his feet.
“It is Sire. The team from the vampire nest has reported in. There appears to be at least one master vampire in the nest, possibly more, and the team is unclear as to how to proceed. The team retreated to report in before proceeding.”
Angel paused to consider how to handle this newest threat. Another master in his territory was an act of aggression. More than one meant that his entire operation could be at risk. Angel glanced at Spike to see how he was reacting to the news and saw the same concerns on his childe’s face as he was feeling.
This would need to be dealt with right away and his minions were strong, but not capable of taking on multiple master vampires. However, Xander’s situation was critical and needed to be handled immediately. Spike approached Angel and dropped to his knee. Angel tapped him on the shoulder as a signal to rise and waited for his childe to speak.
“Sire, let me go after the whelp. I’d love to take on a few masters myself but they really need to learn this lesson directly from you. Kick their asses back to wherever they came from and Xander and I will be here waiting when you get back.”
Spike waited to see Angel’s reaction to his plan and saw the weight of leaving Xander to his childe pass over his Sire’s face. But they both knew that if the masters weren’t taken care of, Xander wouldn’t have a safe place to come to anyway. Spike knew when that realization came to his Sire.
“Go. And leave them all in pieces as a message. Anyone who messes with one of mine will suffer. This will not be tolerated.”
Spike gathered his team and left the Hyperion with a smile on his face. He loved it when Angel got all ferocious. It gave him a jolt right to the crotch when he got all masterful. And Spike knew the reward he would get for bringing Xander back safely would make him walk funny for a week. He couldn’t wait and whistled a happy little tune as he prepared to kick some demon ass.
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You write brilliantly! I can't wait to see what journey you have mapped out for the boys :D
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Glad you're enjoying it! I know I'm enjoying everyones comments!
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I'm going to friend you so I don't miss any of this. :-)
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I'm glad you're liking my Spike. I wanted to do something a little different with him in this, sort of a good/bad Spike combo. Same with Angel but we'll see more of that later.