Part # 30


“Connor?....” Angel was aware that his son’s study concerns were real so interruptions had, to date, been avoided when possible.

His son looked up and put his pen down in the process. “Hey…”

“Are you..um .. cause I can come back and um….”

Connor smirked a little, but answered near deadpanned and mock annoyed… “No …Critical moment in understanding lost…. but hey…. no big!” It was intended to be a flippant comment, yet as he turned he saw his father retreating miserably into the shadows. He held up his hands in supplication and sent love and reassurance through the link…. “Hey!!! Kidding…! What’s up?” He reached down, threw a marker in the book he was reading. then closed all three large texts over each other.

Spike chose the moment to barge past his mate and pull Dawn into the somewhat muted light of the patio. “Right . Well... If our ol’ Da here has gone schtum, allow me to present the Li’l Bit…. Mistress Dawn Summers…Lately of England, but hailing from the Summers of Sunnydale and sister to Slayer Buffy Summers, Wiccan in training and about to become your study partner.”

Connor was smiling politely at the initial intrusion but as he processed the information, went wide eyed remembering a few chats with Cordy pertaining to family history re Buffy/Angel relationships. “You’re Buffy’s sister?”

As Dawn stepped around Spike to see her ‘meet and greet’, she ventured a small smile at the rather androgynously pretty young man who stood wide eyed in front of her. As Spike had promised… he was indeed 'her type'. His eyes were dark blue, bordering on the color of the deep ocean, the hair was long straight and rakish, the body lithe, muscular and fine boned. If Angel had been a large lion then his son was more reminiscent of a jaguar. Dawn suppressed a giggle as she imagined what large cat Spike might be… definitely a slender white tiger.

Under the carefully constructed ‘hesitant but not afraid look’, Dawn gave a “Hey… Um and that would be a yeah … but Sooooo not a slayer… just so we’re clear!”

“Oh yeah….. ummm….. of course…” Connor appeared extremely uncomfortable, “And… ummm… hey… sorry… for the… umm…”

Dawn was a little tired and had spent more than a day traveling, so simply plonked herself down on the outdoor lounge right beside Connor and began to work toward a more relaxed level of conversation. It progressed as easily as it might given Connor’s relatively quiet nature, coupled with the fact that both individuals knew they were being brought together as ‘study buddies’ in the magical arts.

“No big…. Hey watcha studying?”

“Um just finishing off the last of my Economics degree – one more exam then I’m done… finished Arts last year… You?”

“Oh Languages and History… totally my gig.” Dawn grinned and all but bounced, “I studied for two years in Italy under this really cool professor called Senor Augusto… he was like a *dream*… Half our lectures were in coffee shops and we did stuff like go around all the old relics and, oh, and he even took us shopping … Can you believe that?! ‘Cause the Italian guys in our class (Oh my god totally dreamy but so… so not into magic or anything otherworld….) anyways, they were *so* into the shopping! It is *so* not a wonder that US guys have no fashion sense … that is except for the gay ones and obviously your dad…’s’ and given that they’re… oh now I am really boring you so… um….” She suddenly switched gears leaving Connor momentarily confused, “What’s the topic for the final?”

Connor had been in the ‘can’t get a word in so I’ll just be quiet’ category, but smiled a little as he noticed Dawn blushing profusely. He knew she was as thrown as he with all the magical training with him and the coming to this side of the world again. Nevertheless he was somewhat pleased that she was obviously impressed by the pile of texts on the low table…. titles on the spine like ‘Strategic Management of Multinational Business’, ‘Challenging Adam Smith’s Economics in a Global Market’ and ‘Sustained International Trade and Growth in Knowledge Industries’… not the stuff of an idiot.

It had not escaped Connor that this woman was beautiful, all long auburn hair and piercing blue eyes, tall, lean… and friendly. As she touched his arm, he pulled a random hefty text from the table and threw it open on his lap rather than embarrass himself with his rather ‘obvious interest’, then stammered his reply. “Oh um C..ComparativeInternationalTrade… You know, looking at various world conglomerates, implications, management and advantages for…” He looked up to see her blinding smile though noted eyes that had glazed over a little and immediately fell silent, then offered, “Sorry… just…”

“Hey no need! I’m sure the joys of ionic pillars in Rome and the me explaining it in Italian won’t interest you either…”

Connor was too quick to protest “Oh but it would!”

Dawn grinned and snorted, “OK well don’t say you haven’t been warned!”

Willow took out a homemade punch and finger food encouraging them both to partake and making it clear that they would be left alone for as long as they wished.

Dawn began as soon as Willow left, “So… you?”

“Yeah me….” Connor waited not sure what Dawn knew or how….

“You’re Angel’s pure blood son?” Dawn saw Connor’s face fall so quickly added, “That is *so* cool!!”

“Wha?”

“Well you know I’m Buffy’s sister right?”

Connor simply looked up and confused…”Well I was actually originally ‘the Key’ just a big old ball of energy when a bunch of monks decided on a pre teen to dump it into… using my sister’s DNA blah blah blah... the usual Helmouthy thing...”

The bizarre circumstance of both their creations, and the last exclamation were so odd that both parties fell about laughing, resulting in Dawn sitting against to Connor on his ‘outdoor lounge’.

“Yeah well, sounds like your protector and my ol’ Da are now lovers…”

“Only after both of them slept with my sister!”

“Wha???!!”


“Oh don’t even go there …..” Dawn was now stroking Connor’s arm and gave the still worried 'lad' a warm and knowing smile, “You know I think this magic study stuff might just work out….”
Two vampires with preternatural hearing and two witches who saw Angel and Spike’s smirk… Smiled and hoped… It might just be a wonderful summer after all…..
 

PART 31

 
In the two weeks that followed Connor finished his finals and it was suggested he take on a Master’s course in the new semester. Meanwhile Dawn shopped and enjoyed San Fransisco and surrounds with Willow and F’Iaid, the two wiccans rejoicing in the excuse of showing a little sister ‘their town’.

Late into the third week of Dawn’s visit, the two young people met again at Angel and Spike’s apartment, and this time it was to begin their magical studies. Suddenly things became very serious.

F’Iaid tossed some crimson shaded dust over the two and both young people were amazed by the effect. A blinding green light replaced the shape of Dawn while Connor’s form was enveloped by crimson series of tiny lights leaving trails not unlike the classic depiction of an atom….

Dawn’s magical abilities were still developing but she still felt the roll of unearthly power coming from him, it was exciting rather than disturbing as it held apparently no urgency or malice.

Angel and Spike had chosen to depart for the following three evenings… It seemed best to let the first few lessons progress without interruption… They ‘hunted’ for a few hours then filled the remainder of the evening with a leisurely stroll home.

On the third evening Spike launched himself onto their balcony and moved just in time for his Sire to land grinning…

“Well?!”

“Well what?”

“Well I thought you would…”

“What…. have to go around?!!”

“No have caught me on the way up you pillock!”

Angel captured his mate’s lips but they both lost contact as neither man could stop grinning…

“Knew you’d be ready and willing so took my time…. You always were ready and willing *William*’ The last word so growled that it all but vibrated Spike’s chest as he was pulled into a possessive embrace.

With a twinkle in his eye belying the sentiment behind his words he pushed in effectually at the broad chest, “Bugger off ya ol’ ponce!” but gave in quickly to a cascade of light kisses whilst still in the hold.


By week four of the training, Spike and Angel had given up trying to keep out of their own abode. Instead, they retired to their bedroom until lessons were complete. The guest bedroom and ‘study’ were now permanently set for occupancy so Connor and Dawn might retire when they chose. It was a Monday evening. They heard the click of the door as Willow and F’Iaid left for the evening. The vampires pleased themselves then fell asleep… both feeling an odd tingling sensation as they did so but discounting anything odd as they snuggled down together.



Spike sat forlornly on the now enormous pillow, the ethereal light he apparently gave off in his new form only making the problem seem worse. Angel quietly dropped down to join him, landing a little inelegantly, but better than his first few attempts. At least his hover was improving.

He caressed the silky wings of his mate with his nearest hand, admiring the pale rainbow of color that ran through them, then shifting his hand to caress the beloved face. He barely restrained a giggle as he noted the now rather fetching pointed ears poking beyond the blonde curls of his mate. He leaned forward and kissed the pale complexion sending love through their link which thankfully had survived the change. At least with the coloration of their skin the nudity was a little easier to cope with. The swirling patterns in pale aqua giving Spike the appearance of wearing a custom designed body suit. But the greatest thrill was that they appeared to have heart beats and felt warm to the touch.

“So how long?”

“How long what?”

“How long ‘til Red and F’Iaid fix this?”

“Um… well… might have to be Thursday now… According to Dawn they’re both on a wiccan retreat.”

“Well bloody well get ‘em back again!! How the hell are we supposed to go around for four days like this… and what exactly are we supposed to eat anyway!?? Haven’t seen a whole lot of vampire faerie takeout have you??!!”

“Connor thinks…”

“Oh yes, do pray tell, what the bloody hell does ‘boy wonder’ think… given that he and the bit are at the bottom of all this in the first place! Need bloody magical training wheels… or muzzles… on the both of them!” he grumbled several other insults and turned away, forcing Angel back a little as Spike’s passing wing threatened to sweep him from his position on the pillow.

Angel ignored the anger and simply continued, “He thinks that we are simply faeries, no vampire traits at all. There was no malice in the spell so there should be no bad side effects…” Spike snorted his disdain openly, as Angel continued, “I’ve tried it … I can’t seem to do a game face no matter how hard I try to shift. So perhaps the food thing is the same… in which case honey or nectar should do us for a day or two… at least… ‘til the ladies return and we can be restored. Come on sweetheart, it could have been worse….”

“Oh yeah…. What??? … You suggestin there was a chance they’d call us bent or bitches or a couple of old queens!….” Spike spun to stare angrily at his mate,, “And bone to pick here Sire….. since *when* have they been referring to us as a couple of faeries - with associated giggles apparently! - anyway!!?! Bloody Cheek!… Bahhhh!!!!”

Spike stood in a huff, his wings unfolded, and he took off without thinking, flying to window. Arms folded, he hovered and stared out angrily at the changing colors of the landscape in predawn.

Angel lay back on the pillow and wrapped his wings around himself, comforted by their silky warmth. He knew that his childe, his mate, would not be approachable just yet so took the time to examine his own ‘state of affairs.

Judging by Spike’s size against the window they were probably both around four and a half inches tall (Spike a little less of course) with wingspan maybe double that. Angel’s own skin was pale shades of purples and blues covering every inch of his body. He stroked the soft mauve down of his right wing, following the nap, and was shocked by the instant effect the caress had on his nether regions. Curious he repeated the gesture but dwelt on the very edges of the wing where he could see the membrane was so fine that every blood vessel was apparent… He’d felt nothing like it before… it was so unbelievably sensitive! He imagined Spike blowing over it, licking it, stroking it in time with…. and to his absolute amazement, promptly came, profusely and all over his torso, narrowly missing said wing and evoking a welcome chortle of laughter from Spike!

“Ho now what brought that on??!! Got a wing needs caressin’??...” but he stopped mid insult and added an amazed ‘Hey!!’ as he realized several sunbeams had just touched his feet with no effect…. He let out an emotion filled groan and a whispered invitation, “Ohhh pet… Luv…. Please… just… oh please you’ve got to… just come here!”

Angel was already in flight with no thought of how. He rounded on his beautiful partner, their wings beating in tandem, and wrapped himself around the beloved body. Entwined, they landed effortlessly on the sunlit windowsill. Angel gently lowering his lover onto his back, the pale wings spread like a stunning backdrop, then proceeded to kiss his Childe, his mate, his pretty aqua faerie partner, on the warmed ledge, their passion lit by early morning sunlight.

Angel found his wings were as much a sexual instrument as any other organ or extremity, as were Spike’s. Rather than taking their erections in hand, he chose to rub their mutual interest together while kissing the blonde and stroking the outer edges of his resting, though occasionally twitching, wings. Spike began arching, panting lightly and begged for ‘proper’ contact.

Angel’s own wings had been lying flat to surround both of them but as he rose to enter his mate, the extraordinary new additions stood erect and strong, automatically fanning both small forms.

Using the result of his solo satisfaction, he embedded in one stroke, not an unexpected event given their frequent coupling of late. But as he began to move, Spike’s wings pressed back to ninety degrees forcing the blonde’s body to an almost to upright position, met with enthusiasm by his mate.

As Angel began to move and Spike responded, their wings kept time, indeed double timed to the point where the two were airborne. Safe with Spike’s legs around Angel locked at the small of his back and Angel’s arms anchoring Spike they rose and hovered half way to the ceiling. The sensation of sun and air rushing past super sensitized wing membranes and the glorious feel of being filled and… not connected to anything but each other was exquisite. They kissed desperately, passionately and both came so hard and long that neither could believe they managed to land safely…..

They were face to face, lying on their sides on the warm windowsill, their upper wings providing a calming and reassuring cover while they caressed each other’s faces and kissed gently….

If that was a first encounter, perhaps the whole faerie scenario was not going to be so bad after all.

PART 32

The two tiny forms woke late morning, as the sun rose too high in the sky and its rays moved beyond their window sill. While still in the haze of sleep, Spike tried to work out why he felt so very warm, and wondered vaguely where the velvet covers had come from. Opening his eyes, he met his mate’s smiling pale purple countenance, and the memory of where they were, and why, flooded back in.

Angel reached out and stroked Spike’s upper wing, eliciting a definite purr from his companion, “Hey.”

“Hey” Angel noted the twitch of Spike’s pointed ear along with the answer.

“Plans of today?”

“Can hardly lie here forever can we… Bloody nice though…” Spike grinned and pulled himself up to standing, unfurling his wings in a post nap stretch. Angel marveled once more at Spike’s stunning appearance in his current form.

“Gahh Spike…. I wonder if we have reflections now, ‘cause you should see….” He all but purred, “Wish you could see how very beautiful you are!….”

“Yeah, yeah, come on ya ol’ pouf. Shall we go find sprog and the bit, and guilt trip ‘em some?… Lord knows they deserve it! Look… even me privates are in techicolor! Not to mention bloody microscopic, so are yours – well compared to this time yesterday!”

“Didn’t hear you complaining, or pulling out the magnifying glass for mine, this morning! I seem to recall I was rather a snug fit for your tiny ass.” Angel felt the blood heading to the said anatomy as he recalled their coupling.

Spike tried to look insulted but ended up grinning as he mumbled, “Yeah well… Pillock…. Oi, since we’re all sun resistant, how’s about an explore of the garden…?

Angel moved to sitting, his knees pulled to his chest and wings resting easily behind. “Garden might be nice… strange to see it in the day.”

“Done. Communing with the flowers it is…. Well come on! Only three days of sunshine to go. Time’s a wastin’ mate…” Spike offered his hand, hauled his favorite faerie to standing, then simply lifted off and kept going. Angel snapped his own flying equipment into action as Spike faltered a little with the extra weight.

They quickly established that maneuverability was greatly enhanced when they weren’t connected. Spike immediately took the opportunity to test his ‘dive’ technique, plunging toward the floor, wings near folded, and snapping them open at the last minute to pull up, only soar back toward the ceiling and do it over again. He even managed a couple of ‘barrel rolls’ in a few of the flights back up. All was going well until he accidentally clipped a chair leg in one particularly low swoop and ended up somersaulting his way to a crash landing, much to the amusement of his partner. Angel landed lightly next to his disheveled mate, relieved that no real damage had apparently been incurred, other than to Spike’s dignity.

Angel grinned, but the “You OK?” belied his genuine concern. He carefully lifted Spike to standing, brushed off some dust collected on the velvet wings during the tumble, and checked for signs of injury.

Spike looked rather embarrassed and mumbled, “Yeah, well…Had ta give it a go didn’ I”.

The comment earned him rather an incredulous look, though Angel was satisfied all was well. He reached around to give a squeeze to Spike’s pretty aqua backside then took off. “ K… come on Red Baron… I guess we’d better see if Connor is in the mood to let us out.” Angel was already half way to the door when Spike realized the possible flaw in their outside adventure plan... and resolved to have a quick chat to his Sire before they braved the garden.

Dawn and Connor were both in the study, piles of ancient texts and open spell books strewn all over the desk, while the spare chairs and floor seemed to hold more on the history and anatomy of faeries. Angel and Spike were able to simply flit into the room and hover above the younger two. They were staring at a website which seemed to be devoted to folks who happened to ‘love the little folk’ though on closer examination it was more “loved little folk lovin’. The only odd part was that all the faeries were depicted as female.

Spike recognized the ‘Victorian etchings’ for what they were, female erotica disguised as fantasy. Spike flew closer to their human sized relatives and yelled, “Bloody indecent that’s what that is!! And where does it say all faeries are girls … hmmm!!!??” But his tiny size determined that Spike’s protests went utterly unheard.

His purple companion hovered near him, “Umm You need to get onto the keyboard Spike… It’s a bit slow but …”

Spike rounded on his partner looking utterly incredulous…. “You … *typed* your conversation with the boy??... You did the two footed jig to ask him a question???” Spike went from livid to hysterical with laughter, almost losing altitude as the rhythm of his wing beat faltered a little with his chortling. But eventually he calmed and they both landed on the key board gaining immediate attention from the humans.

The voices of the larger beings seemed loud to the point of painful.

“Oh Oh…. Look at you Spike, you are *so* pretty…. I mean I’m really sorry and all that, but you are just… Well you make a beautiful faerie… oh and Angel…you too.” Dawn was grinning madly with barely a hint of remorse, then giggled as she saw the little aqua figure stamp his foot furiously and take off again. It wasn’t until he took hold of a tiny handful of hair and pulled with all his might, giving her a tweak of pain, that she stopped her giggles. “Oww… Oww!! OK, OK!!!”

Angel jumped onto the keyboard and leapt from one letter to the next until he’d managed “outsde” skipping the ‘i’ as it was simply too far to bother. He gestured to the door, Connor understood and moved to open the sliding door to the patio.

Angel was about to head outside when Spike (who had ceased tormenting Dawn) called him back to the kitchen.

“Weapons!”

“What?”

“Weapons, Sire!! If we’re going to be out and about…”

“Oh right… so… what do you th…”

Spike threw him a toothpick from the small container on the side bench and took one for himself, testing the pointy end and hoping it would be enough … even as a deterrent for… whatever… With no fangs or vampire features he felt vulnerable and in their current form he surmised that they would no doubt qualify as prey for a variety of the local fauna unless suitably armed.

Connor smiled ruefully and wondered what it must feel like as he watched his two tiny fathers fly through the open door and into the sunlit garden. He knew the reason they were in their current state was because of his and Dawn’s error, however seeing Spike do a complete vertical loop as he flew into the sunshine, and Angel following him in a wider arc, he felt a little more jealousy than remorse.

Spike led his fellow faerie on a convoluted route toward a stand of five large silver birch surrounded by a variety of flower bearing shrubs and broad area of ground cover. Angel blanched a little as he saw his tiny aqua mate dive headlong into the dark foliage of a camellia bush, and dearly hoped there were no broken branches or sharp sections of twig that might impale his lovely little partner. Nevertheless he followed, albeit more cautiously.

As he pushed through the shiny greenery he found Spike seated at a fork, leaning casually against one of the thick uprights, swinging one leg and twirling the toothpick like a baton. Spike grinned at his partner, gave him such a lascivious wink that Angel’s newly beating tiny heart skipped a little and he thumped down onto the branch rather more abruptly than intended. Regardless of his inelegant landing (and current position straddled across a side limb of Spike’s camellia) his mate appeared like such a wanton youth welcoming all comers that he attempted (ineffectually) to growl.

Spike laughed with such glee at his Sire’s annoyance that he almost lost his balance and was grateful for his wings. Before Angel could react Spike moved forward and snagged his partner with a lightening fast arm, pulling him down for a passionate kiss…

Angel seemed to forget himself for a moment and dropped into his Irish brogue for the first time in ‘forever’. Spike wondered if, like himself, his Sire felt more akin to the original human they had been. Perhaps their demons had departed or at least withdrawn for the duration of the faerie experience. “T’ be sure y’ must be the naughtiest of the wee folk I’ve ever had the displeasure of kissin’! I’ll put it down to yer breedin’. Nothin’ really special came from that god-aweful isle to the east. Now let’s us find a higher spot…. if ye only…”

Angel was cut off as a very large ginger tabby stalked through the underbrush below them. They both sensed the acute danger.

 

Chapter 33

Spike was on the wing in seconds and attempted to haul his partner out of reach, as the cat launched itself toward the two tiny ‘birds’. A claw snagged Angel’s lower leg muscle, slicing a deep painful line down his calf and tearing at the instep, finally embedding in the underside of his foot but luckily, Spike’s swift reaction meant it failed to get full purchase on his Sire and the claw slid out as Spike lifted off. In his panic, Spike was able to fly them both free of the foliage and headed for safety, high up in one of the silver birches.

Angel was heavy and Spike was panting by the time he eased the bleeding figure down to rest on the fifth branch from the base. It was only up fifteen feet or so from the ground, but Spike judged it to be high enough to be out of trouble, at least for the moment. Angel was barely conscious as the blonde lowered his mate to lie flat on the broad and very solid branch. He winced as he examined the damage.

The claw had gone in deep, tearing muscle and flesh, and leaving a bloodied mess. Unable to think of anything else to do, Spike cradled the maimed and bleeding limb in his lap then lifted the foot and began to gently lick the wound. Spike’s own tiny heartbeat gradually steadied as the familiar act gave comfort even though, unlike his vampire saliva, the faerie version seemed to be doing little to assist. He registered the somewhat unusual flavor of his faerie partner’s blood and was distressed to only barely detect his mate through the link. He looked up in time to watch helplessly as Angel passed out completely.

They had to survive this. It was his fault they were outside and now, after all these months of struggling to renew his Sire’s strength, he had jeopardized it all with a simple suggestion and cocky attitude. The guilt cut him to his tiny core and tears of distress dropped onto the wound. What followed was odd. A sparkle of light marked the touch of the tear on marred flesh but then almost instantaneous healing occurred at the site of the drop. The ensuing droplets were as much from joy as sadness but all had the same effect. As the last precious drip was spread along the wound by tiny aqua fingers, Angel began to rouse. Spike could still see the line of damage but the healing was extraordinary.

“Bloody hell!!”

Angel’s first conscious act was to pull his partner down and kiss him in gratitude. His second was to hold him there and kiss him all the more.

Spike was enjoying the attention but facing the ground was able to see the cat tracking the scent of blood and beginning to circle the base of the tree with the intent to climb.

“Can you fly Sire?”

“I… um I think so…” Angel pushed up to standing, placing his injured foot gingerly on the ground though without weight on it, and stretched his wings

“Then… we’d best go now pet!” Spike took off vertically with Angel at heel not even questioning his partner’s insistence. The cat landed on their previous resting place a few seconds later.

They held onto the sturdiest upright as they sat in the uppermost branches, perched like two odd little Christmas ornaments on the very top of the tree. The breeze swayed their perch as both waited for some time until tiny heartbeats calmed. Angel’s leg was still throbbing but continuing to heal rapidly.

Spike relaxed a little and realized they were safe. He grinned with relief then began to snigger, “We’re quite the pair.”

Angel’s injured leg throbbed, he shivered with residual shock and was in no mood for joviality, “What?!”

“Oh *come on* Sire! You’ve got to admit it is all very bizarre” The aqua faerie stood on his branch and bounced a little, smiling broadly at his recovering mate. The tree swayed in the breeze and he sobered quickly as the still tender limb of his Sire connected with the upright causing the other faerie/vampire to pale and sway dangerously.

Spike dropped all mirth and was by his Sire’s side instantly, attentive and on the wing.

“All this sun is goin’ to me head… reckon I need a bit of a kip and don’t fancy fallin’ off here… Don’t know about you Sire but shall we head back in?”

The offer was transparent in its untruth… but Angel appreciated the sentiment. He smiled, nodded then spread his own wings to follow his tiny friend down through the foliage and on a direct path to the sliding doors of the patio.

The hawk was unseen, only heard at the last minute and happily veered off as the large human form of Connor stepped forward yelling “Bahhh F@#$ Off” in terror as the two small forms attempted to regain the balcony.

Realizing they were in danger they both accelerated toward their target. Hawk induced panic seeing Angel land in a sprawling heap on the patio table as Spike crashed into Connor’s chest but recovered to flutter up to hover close to the young man’s shoulder. As Angel began to untangle himself from his rather embarrassingly inverted heap of wings and limbs, Connor spotted the nasty red stripe down his father’s leg. Without thinking he swiftly grabbed the tiny figure from the table, pinching Angel’s wings between two fingers like some enormous butterfly, and leaving the slightly bewildered purple vampire to dangle helplessly from his own pretty appendages.

Spike saw a look of helplessness and shame pass over his Sire’s face, noted the utter powerlessness of the position and was incensed. He flew to his mate’s aid, landing near Connor’s wrist and biting down as hard as he could.

“Oww!!” Connor swiped at the tiny assailant and dropped Angel. He had closed his eyes in the hands of his son. Shamed by his own… everything in that position, but opened them as he fell some distance, thankfully it was into free space. He had time to regain his wings and catch onto the now diving Spike desperate to aid his Sire.

He snagged the plummeting aqua figure by the arm, doubled his own wing speed then smiled as they both recognized they were safe. Connor on the other hand was quite frantic, too many confusing events in too few minutes, he backed up to the frame of the open patio door looking bewildered and worried.

Spike and Angel took the opportunity and flew inside.

Some hours later found them perched on the breakfast bar, Angel making faces and Spike grinning with a sticky smile as they shared an eggcup full of pure maple syrup using two mustard spoons that had the relative dimensions of soup ladels.

“It’s disgusting!”

“Not that bad.”

“You know it’s disgusting and you’re just doing that to annoy me, aren’t you!”

“C’mon Sire… give it a go at least.”

The disgruntled older vampire swung his legs dejectedly. “How many days until Willow…?”

“Tomorrow… Dawn contacted her, they’ll be home early.”

“So the morning…?”

“We can spend in the sun and by tomorrow night… big again…”

“Guess the sun is a bonus…”

“Bloody hell yeah…. Sorry ‘bout the cat… should have seen that coming… Want to poison it when where big?”

“What? NO!!! Of course not…”

“Keep your kit on… was only jokin’!”

“Oh… sorry…”

Spike stood and held out a hand to his tiny friend. “C’mon, think we’ve earned a soft pillow don’t you?” He hauled Angel up and the two flew to their bedroom, noting the son and the ‘key’ in a rather intimate embrace in the study as they went past.

…………….

Willow and F’Iaid arrived around midday to a tearful Dawn and very contrite Connor. They were led into the master bedroom and though they should have been shocked, Willow smiled. Sleeping happily on the windowsill were two tiny intertwined figures covered by their upper wings. Each had their eyes closed but were obviously awake. They both sported very relaxed and satisfied smiles, Spike’s hand stroked Angel’s shoulder while he reciprocated by ‘exploring’ Spike’s face.

Willow squeezed F’Iaid’s hand, “Oh they are so beautiful!”

“Indeed Mistress, but it is not their natural form.”

“Oh… Oh of course… but look…. And in the sun….” Willow released her hold on her partner and walked toward the window.

Spike roused and stood, his partner followed the lead. They both stood, wings backlit from the light from outside. But the wiccan didn’t miss the hopeful look on both tiny faces. She gestured to them to follow and the group moved to the shuttered office.

“Just tell me what you said… again”

Dawn appeared panicked again, “Um… we …. Umm… well we were kind of doing a reveal spell but … well then we were talking about Angel and Spike, and we were kind of giggling and I just kind of …. Well…. Said… you know that they were really a couple of faeries and too cute together and…. Oh I may have said some other stuff…..But… can you??”

“Of course.”

She indicated a silk sheet that had been placed carefully on the floor and the two small forms dove under.

Spike rolled toward his Sire,“You regret us changing back?”

“Sun was nice”

“Was wasn’t it.” He stroked the pretty wings for the last time.


There was a blinding flash and two full sized vampires blinked dazedly at each other, before an annoyed head of tousled blonde curls pushed his way out to announce, “Alright shows over, now shove off and give us a chance… bloody naked under here!”

Willow grinned Spike was most definitely back in the building.

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