Some Devil 5/11
Title: Some Devil Author: twisted_reach Pairing: Spike/Angel, Will/Liam Rating: T Warnings: Starts with very strong language. Time frame: goes AU post NFA Summary: A take on how Shanshu might work - after the battle Spike wakes up to Will’s life. Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4
"You have to come, it'll be fun." Sandra thrust the flier into his hand.
"I'm busy that night."
"Liar."
"Would I lie to you, boss?" He gave her a full on smirk and flirt look.
"Hell yeah you would. What if I make it compulsory? Make it part of your annual review process."
"Can you do that?" He raised his scarred eyebrow.
"As far as you know I can. You never did get round to reading the school's procedural book did you." She smiled evilly, "I'll sing anything you ask me to."
"Oh God, this could be ugly."
"You'll come then."
"I never said that."
"7 o'clock at the usual bar, we'll all go on from there." Sandra bustled away, refusing to hear any more protests.
Karaoke with the faculty. Christ, he hoped none of the students saw them. Could be worse; could be poetry reading. He shuddered.
Okay, so maybe it was quite fun. Sandra, true to her word, had sung "My Way" a la Sid Vicious at his request. They were going around the table, rounds of drinks as well as songs. He was feeling quite warm and pleasantly sozzled.
"Whacha gonna sing Will?" Jim sing-songed at him, "More Sex Pistols? Something a little newer of the punk persuasion? Something to surprise us all. Come on, you gotta pick soon."
He didn't answer, his stomach suddenly fell into his boots as the stag in the bachelor party at the next table took to the stage and started singing "Mandy".
"Oh-oh, you gonna throw up?" Jim made to get out of his way.
"No I'm fine." Stop acting like a pillock, you never liked Manilow anyway. "Okay, maybe not, 'scuse me."
He ran to the men's room to the jeers of his colleagues.
"Thought you Brits could hold your liquor." Jim pushed him towards the waiting taxi.
"Wasn't the booze. Was the music."
"Wasn't that bad was it? Well maybe Frank, and Maria, and -"
Will shook his head, "Fucking Manilow, fucking… memories."
"Wanna talk about it?"
"Fucking no."
Jim told the driver Will's address, "You be okay?"
"Yes, mum."
"Come over for dinner Saturday. Don't panic I'll cook, not Isa."
Will smiled, then slid down low in his seat as the taxi pulled away.
"Quick come in - HONEY DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH THAT." Jim bolted away towards the kitchen to rescue his meal from the tender mercies of his lovely wife, "What did you do? Did you add anything? Tell me so I can fix it."
Will hung his jacket in the hall then went through to the kitchen/dining room grinning. Laure in her baby bouncer, gurgled happily and kicked her legs as he knelt down to say hello.
"Hey little one, are maman and papa silly?" She screwed up her face and waggled her arms.
"Just get Will a drink, no leave the veg they don't go in yet. Isa, please."
"Bon soir, handsome. Wine okay?" Isa gestured with a bottle in one hand and glass in the other. He nodded and raised his eyebrows at her innocent look. He knew she was winding up Jim pretending to meddle with dinner.
"Help me put the baby down, Will? Jim, we'll get out of your way for a while!"
Jim waved a wooden spoon at them dismissively without turning round.
"I told Jim not to push you with the dating. I'm sorry he wouldn't listen." Isa fussed around with baby things, he handed her what she asked for from the shelf behind him.
He frowned. Isa was astute, he knew, but he didn't think he'd been all that obvious.
"I don't mind."
She regarded him with her head on one side, before going back to baby bedtime preparations, "You're a nice, smart, handsome, young man. If you wanted a date, I'm sure you'd have plenty of takers."
He shrugged.
"But you don't want to date do you?"
He picked up the talcum powder and turned the lid back and forth, then turned away to put it on the shelf.
"Who broke your heart Will?"
His expression as he turned back made her stop short.
She looked away as she scooped up Laure to put her to bed. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't -"
"No, it's okay. All my lovers have broken my heart. Love's bitch, that's me." A quick cast back in his mind's eye over his second set of memories told him this life hadn't been that different from his old one. Though maybe not quite as epic or depraved. He shook his shoulders and pasted on a smile. "What's for dinner? Smells good. How's about some of that wine then?"
He quickly left as Isa tucked in her daughter, switched on the baby monitor then followed him downstairs with a sigh.