A Perfect Fit, Chapter Three 3 of 19

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Title: A Perfect Fit.  Chapter 3 of 19
Genre: General, Romance, humor, bit of action
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Angel: the Series
Pairing: Spike/Other, Buffy/Angel
Rating: R for sexual situations and language.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters from Buffy and Angel. Candy is my own original character and I do own her. This story is for entertainment purposes only. I'm not making any money off this.

Summary: Begins three months after the final battle in the alley in Angel, Not Fade Away. What's left of Angel's crew has moved back to The Hyperion, including a restless Spike. Someone interesting comes to LA, when Faith suggests that only Angel can help her. Many characters from both shows will make appearances. Angel, Harmony, Gunn, Illyria, Lorne, Buffy, Giles, Dawn, Angelus, Willow and others.


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Many thanks to my lovely beta

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Chapter Three ~ Dreaming of footwear

 

 

Candy woke up after a restless afternoon of tossing and turning, her internal clock telling her it was almost dusk. The reason for her tossing and turning came to mind. He was cocky and too sure of himself and looked dangerous in that leather duster. She smiled. She couldn't wait to see him again. She grabbed her bag and fished out her little book. Flipping through, she grabbed her cell off the charger and dialed.

"Hi Faith... Yes… Yes… I think he might be able to help… Well I really don't go for that type… Tall dark and wide." She chuckled. "Well to each their own, but if you think so, then what are you doing in Cleveland instead of LA?… Robin?... Makes sense. Now Spike on the other hand, he's my type... Yes, Spike... Lets see. He's a gorgeous, peroxide blond with intense blue eyes and a wicked, black leather duster." She had to pull the phone away. "Don't get so worked up... Well I showed up asking for Angel and this drop dead vamp comes out of an office in the Hotel and I'm sensing master vampire. You said he was hot... I assumed he was Angel. Yes, he said that he dusted in Sunnydale just like you said he did... He said an evil law firm brought him back... Yes... Well I'm glad you sent me this way too. Spike's the first vampire I've ever felt really comfortable with... Of Course... I'll call you when I know more... Gunn said something about going in to research mode... Okay... You too, bye."

She hopped up and got ready for the evening. What to wear?

Spike was in the kitchen sitting at the huge white, industrial sized table, with a mug of blood. He watched as Angel puttered around making his own cup.

"You've spent some time with her, Spike. What do you think of her?" Angel asked. He pulled his mug out of the microwave and made his way over to the table.

"Well, she's bloody beautiful and her curves. Did you get a look at her curves?" he asked with a faraway look. Remembering how those curves felt pressed up against him when they danced.

"Spike, you know that's not what I meant," Angel groused.

"Come on. I know you noticed. You're just jealous that she's taken a fancy to me and not you." Spike leaned back with a satisfied grinned. "She's telling the truth mate. I'm rather sure she has no ulterior motive. Kind of fascinating situation. I wonder how she ended up with a soul? I know we usually take life and death cases, but we are going to help her out, yeah? If not I'll go out on my own on this one."

"I'm just as curious as you are. Faith asked me to help her, so we'll do some investigating for her," Angel answered.

"Hi Boss, Blondie Bear. Any blood left?" Harmony bounced through the swinging doors.

"Yes, there's plenty."

"Save some for Candy," Spike added.

"Save what?" Candy asked as she pushed through the double swinging doors. She was a vision in her simple blue jeans and snug lavender sweater.

Spike stood up. "Breakfast. Let me get you some."

"Did you rest well?" Angel asked her.

"For the most part. I kept having dreams about foot wear though." She choked back a laugh when Spike stopped pouring the blood into a mug for a moment, before continuing.

"Wow. I have dreams about fashion too," Harmony said. "A little advice. Don't watch the Style channel before going to bed. Cause like, I have nightmares about going out with two different earrings and all. Really scary."

Angel sighed. "Harmony, I think I hear the phone. Go answer it."

"Sure thing boss."

"She's very annoying." Candy stared at the swinging doors and shook her head.

"That she is, but I kind of feel sorry for her. She was turned while helping to save her school mates," Angel offered.

"She told me she was running away from the scene when it happened," Spike countered. "I don't think you can classify her as a hero."

"Well, you would know, she was your girlfriend for a time there."

"Don't remind me. She drove me crazy," he said over Candy's laughter.

Harmony yelled out. "Angel, it's for you. You're gonna want to take this one!"

"I'm coming! Listen guys, don't go anywhere, okay. I have some more questions for you Candy. When you're done with breakfast, can you meet me in my office?"

"Sure."

Angel left the room and Spike just stared at her with a stupid grin on his face.

"What?"

"You were dreaming about me, were you?"

She gulped down the rest of the contents in her mug and rinsed it out in the sink. "Unless you are a pair of Christian Louboutin pigalle stilettos, I think not."

He watched her walk out and noted that the backside view was as good as the front. He rose from his seat and followed her out. He sat next to her on the couch in the office. Angel waved at him and got his attention. He put his finger to his mouth and shook his head.

"No. Listen a client just came in. I really can't talk right now. If you talk to Giles soon, tell him I could really use his research help on something. No, it’s not an end of the world type problem. I just want to run the name of a vampire by him. I need to track this guy down and ask him a few questions." He wrote something down. "Yes, I got it. Okay, I really have to go. Bye"

"That was Buffy. She sounded a bit strange," Angel told them as he frowned at the phone.

Spike sat up. "What did she want?"

"Nothing. She said she just called to see how I was doing."

"Well, good to know she still cares." Spike rolled his eyes.

"She gave me Giles' direct line in London, so I'll call him later and see if he can help us. Candy, I have a few questions for you." He pulled out his notebook and flipped it open.

"Sure."

"Can you tell me about your turning? Did this Evans guy chant any weird words or light any strange smelling candles or plants before he bit you?"

"No. Nothing like that. We'd only met that afternoon. He invited me to go out after my shift ended. He seemed to be a normal guy. Just a young officer far from home, looking for companionship. He had nice manners. He came to pick me up at the end of my shift, but I wasn't feeling well. He offered to escort me to my tent. I had my own tent, because my "roommate" spent her nights away if you know what I mean. When we got to the front of my tent, he kissed me and pushed me inside. He put his hand over my mouth and just bit down on my neck. That was the last thing I remember before waking up feeling hungry for blood. He didn't say anything."

"Okay. Did anything strange or off happen in the days before you were turned?"

"Not that I can think of. We had a lot of injuries, but nothing unusual."

"Did you meet any unusual people around the time that you met Evans?" Angel asked.

"The only strange person I met was a man who was full of himself. He was at our makeshift bar one night. He was very good looking, but kind of a dandy. He stood out because he was dressed in a very fancy suit. He was Italian and I couldn't understand what he was doing there or why he was allowed to be there."

"Did you talk with him?" asked Angel.

"More than that, I slapped him, the stupid jerk. He wouldn't take no for an answer. He seemed a bit surprised when I slapped him, but then again so was I. I remember how funny he looked flying back into a table. I've always been stronger than I look even before I was turned, but I‘d never had the kind of strength to send a guy flying across a room from just a slap." She shook her head and her mouth curved up slightly on one side.

"Did you ever see him again?" Spike asked.

"No. Just that one time. And I'm glad for it. He was creepy." She shuddered.

Angel was furiously writing stuff down. He looked up from his paper. "I think I have some things to go on here. I'd like to call Giles and see what he thinks." He handed Candy a pad and pen. "I need some specifics. Like your exact location in Anzio, dates you were there, and the names of doctors and nurses that you served with."

She took the pad and began writing.

"Do you think he'll be willing to work with you?" Spike asked Angel. The last time they'd asked him for help when Fred was dying, Giles had refused.

"I think he will. I'm not with Wolfram & Hart anymore. We talked a while back and he understands what I was trying to do." Candy put the pad and pen on the desk. "If you don't mind, I'll call him now and see what he makes of all this.”

"We'll leave you to it then." Spike got up and waited for Candy.

"I left my cell number with the other information. Call me if you need anything else." She looked over at Spike leaning against the door frame. "I feel like getting out. Don't you feel like getting out?"

"Sure do. Angel. The keys please.” Angel tossed him the keys.

"Be back before dawn."

"Yes grandpa,” Spike said with a chuckle as they left the office. It was so easy to bug him. Gunn and Illyria had the weapons closet open. "Hey guys, what's going on?"

"We have a nest of vamps giving Anne some trouble at the center. Gonna go make some dust." Gunn held up a cross bow. "Wanna get in on the action?"

"Not tonight, though it does sound like fun." He thought about asking Candy if she'd like to get in a spot of violence. She was waiting just outside the entrance doors. Gunn was getting back into combat situations, but he was not in top form. The sling was off tonight, but that didn't mean he was completely healed.

"I think Spike has his own action planned for tonight," Illyria said dryly while stuffing stakes in various spots on her costume.

"Blue, you are starting to sound more human every day." He backed up as he said it, bouncing away from her.

"You think you'd be smart enough not to say things like that while she's holding a stake in her hand," Gunn said, closing the cabinet and shaking his head.

"Lot's of energy, but not much brains." Illyria tilted her head at Spike.

"This, from the demon god who got itself stuck in a weak human body and lost half its powers in the process." Spike bounded away with that. "See you guys later. Happy hunting."

It was strange how close they all had become. If he did decide to take off on his own, he would miss Charlie and even Illyria. They treated him like a friend. He never felt welcome or comfortable with the Scoobies as a whole. It was his own fault, because they had started out on the wrong foot with him trying to kill them and all. It didn't matter what he did later, they just didn't like him. But here, he had found acceptance. Even before he was turned, he didn't have any real friends.

 

Chapter Four: The Boots Stay On!