Enjoy the Silence

Title: Driving
Author: Sweetness (ficathon@yahoo.com)
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Spike/Angel
Disclaimer: It all belongs to Joss Whedon and Co.
Distribution: My site (http://fanfiction.angel-buffy.com), if you already have permission, just let me know. Otherwise, ask.
Notes: written for claudia6913. Set early ATS Season Five, just after “Hellbound.”
Feedback: Yes please :)

Angel needed to get away from Wolfram and Hart, especially after the last few weeks. He had known that joining Wolfram and Hart wouldn’t be smooth but lately it seemed to be one crisis after another. And Spike only aggravated things, it wasn’t that he hated Spike, but they had never gotten along. First there had been Drusilla between them, then his soul had divided the two of them, and finally Buffy had come between them. He had to wonder if he had had been the one to sire Spike, instead of Drusilla, how things would have turned out. Perhaps they might not have been rivals all the time.

However as Angel got into the Viper, he knew that there was no point in focusing on the “what ifs.” There were too many of them and they would never change things. His life was full of them and he could waste a lifetime just thinking about them. At least, he could escape Wolfram and Hart for a few hours by driving really fast in the Viper. Angel lost himself in the speed of the car and his mad drive to get himself away from Wolfram and Hart.
“Is there a reason why you’re driving like a lunatic?”
”Spike what are you doing here?”
“Not fair, I asked first.”
”I am not driving like a lunatic.” Angel ground out.
“Perhaps not, but you seem to be driving as if the hounds of Hell were on your heels.”
“What are you doing here?”
”I don’t know, I seem to be connected to you still. It seems the farther away you get from Wolfram and Hart, the stronger the pull to be near you.”
”Great just what I needed.” Angel muttered.
“Look Peaches, I don’t really like the idea either of being glued to you until you die, but that’s the way it is.”
“Spike, just shut up.”

Spike for once listened to Angel and the two were quiet as Angel sped along the highways of LA. Both got lost in their thoughts of the past. Neither would ever understand that in many ways they were very similar, with the same regrets and the same goals. There were far too many years of being rivals between them to admit now that they were the same. Finally, Angel pointed the car in the direction of Wolfram and Hart and eventually, they were pulling into the garage.
“That’s quite a bump.” Spike commented.
”What the hell are you talking about?” Angel snarled.
“The speed bump that you just drove over. You know sometimes I miss the old Angelus, the one who wasn’t obsessed with the Slayer. He wasn’t so uptight as you are, Peaches.” Spike commented and then disappeared before Angel could respond.”

**END**