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Fic: Divided Destiny. Chapter 5.
I seem to have left two months between posting. Sorry. I shall blame work.

First chapter & notes here, and Master post of whole 'verse here.

Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Rating: Teen.
Characters: Spike, Angel, Illyria, Buffy, Scoobies + cameos from more or less everyone in the 'verse.
Feedback: Is bloody ambrosia! (The secret ingredient is otter...)
Word count: 3500 words approx.
Setting and Summary: As before. (Post-NFA epic quest thing.)


Chapter 5

There was a neat list inside Buffy’s head. Except she kept adding extra points in spite of herself.

1. Call Johnson and work out the week’s training and patrolling schedule.
2. Not think about Spike.
3. Talk to Dawn about that Antonio. And those super-short skirts.
4. Not worry about where Spike is.
5. Keep working on the new Slayer program.
6. Not look at all her new photos of Spike yet again.
7. Tackle the washing up.

When she’d got that far she sighed and leaned back in the sofa, her feet resting on the low table in front of her. She liked her sofa table - she should have bought it much sooner, those stupid block things that came with the flat were useless for anything more than a cup of coffee - and it had come in very handy the week before last... She smiled to herself and decided that it was utterly pointless to pretend that she wasn’t going to mostly think about Spike - like she did every other day. And she couldn’t even call him...

Dragging her hands through her hair she wondered at how her world had yet again been turned upside down. Two - no two and a half weeks ago everything had been going more smoothly than she could ever remember. Patrolling, training with the new slayers, spending time with Dawn and trying to stay in contact with her friends. And there had also of course been The Perfect Boyfriend, who had, emotionally, been as uncomplicated to date as a low fat yogurt. A really hot, charming, rich and endlessly reliable yogurt...

And then Spike had crashed back into her life, turning it upside down and inside out. As usual. With his cheekbones and eyes and lips and chest and coat and kisses that just melted her into goo... And love - a love she’d thought buried forever at the bottom of the hellmouth. All that love burning for her, setting her on fire...

Cool pale hands with black chipped nail polish - like a physical sign of the darkness dwelling underneath the beautiful exterior - slowly caressing her burning hot skin... soft, soft lips pressing kisses into her neck, as reverent as though she were holy... arms holding her so tightly that they almost bruised - like they were never going to let go...

And that’s how it should have continued - he should have stayed, and they could have settled down or... something. But no - he had his own life now, complete with world saveage - interdimensional world saveage no less - and it’d probably be weeks, if not months, before she saw him again.

Playing with the pendant around her neck she cursed prophecies and evil law firms - couldn’t she just once have a simple relationship?

And then there’d been the big Slayer gathering in London.... In the past year-and-a-bit the remnants of The Council had been busy collecting new Slayers, banding them together in small groups, teaching and training them, and now they needed to think bigger - ‘phase 2’ as Andrew grandiously called it. If they could work out how to do this right, they could be truly global with instant response teams and cell groups spread all over. But they were woefully short of Watchers, and they also had to try to make sure that they didn’t end up branded as terrorists or something.

So far Buffy had considered the whole thing a headache - she’d been so exhausted after Sunnydale that she’d pretty much buried herself in her quiet little life in Rome. But now suddenly she realised that she really cared about things - she wanted to be involved. Partly she thought it was that she still felt that the Slayers were hers - since activating them had after all been her idea - but meeting Spike had done more than just make her finally fall head over heels in love. His commitment to his cause, and Angel’s vision, made her want to be back in charge of her own destiny.

Then there was a knock at the door, and she frowned as she got up. Unless the Chinese Take Away had worked out how to do mind reading (and she wouldn’t put it past them, she was sure than some of the employees were demons) she really didn’t know who it could be. Dawn wasn’t due back for at least an hour - presuming of course that she kept to her curfew.

She opened the door and it felt like the weirdest case of deja-vu. She stared at a dirty, filthy Spike, his hair in a mess of brown curls, standing in her doorway, and it felt like all the air in her lungs had decided to take a sudden vacation.

After a moment of speechless surprise, she said the first thing that came into her head: “Did you go crazy again?”

He laughed and shook his head - and it was a proper chuckle, not that horrible unsettling giggle she still remembered - and then she saw Angel behind him, in pretty much the same state.

“Sorry about the great unwashed invasion, pet, but Illyria dumped us here and vanished. Can we come in?”

Wordlessly she moved aside, but as they walked towards the sofa she called out sharply.

“No! Not the sofa - just... I’ll get chairs.”

Spike shot Angel a look, and drolly asked, “You know what’s one of the worst things about girlfriends?”

Angel chuckled, and Buffy shook her head as she put down the chairs, thanking the powers that they were made of plastic. It felt so utterly bizarre to have them just drop in, like it was somehow normal for them to just be alive and come see her. Like they weren’t a miracle.

“Sorry - private joke,” Spike said, slowly sinking into the seat.

Ignoring the joke she focussed on the reason. “It was really expensive,” she said, “Like - really, really expensive. I got a discount of course, because...” she stopped herself, because mentioning The Immortal invariably made them way grouchy. “I’d never be able to afford to replace it.”

Then looking them over she tilted her head, frowning. “Sorry - but what happened to your hair? Did you try miracle-gro?”

“No...” Spike said, shaking his head with a surprised look on his face, and Angel frowned. “How long has it been since we left?”

“Bout a week and a half... I’ve only been back from London for three days.”

Angel slowly nodded to himself. “Of course - time goes differently. For us it was... oh... a month? More maybe? The days were a lot longer...”

“Where were you? You said you were going to a different dimension...” She studied them more carefully. They looked fine, but she really didn’t know much about different dimensions. Except that there was one without shrimp.

Spike stretched his legs, yawning. “Oh yeah, went to to W&H’s home dimension. Pretty much your standard hell place - red sky and black mountains and all that crap.”

“Oh my god!” She swallowed, wondering what had happened and swiftly went to him. Bending over she tried to look underneath the grime. “You’re not hurt and bleeding to death but being stupid and manly?” She shot Angel a searching look as well, but Spike shook his head, amused.

Feeling mostly reassured, she still couldn’t help asking. “But - what was it like? Was it too awful?”

“Awful?” He looked surprised. “Nah, it was... well nice might not be the right word, but - it was OK. No creature comforts, but quiet. Good place to unwind. Well except for the mountain of course, but before that - yeah, it was OK.”

“OK?” She was staring at him, feeling her jaw drop, but she couldn’t help it. “You thought hell was a good place to unwind?”

Incredulous she turned to Angel, who shrugged noncommittally. “It was mostly dead. Some feral demons, but... hell’s only bad when you’re the one being tortured.”

There came an odd look over his face and he looked away, and she realised that she’d absentmindedly started playing with Spike’s hair.

This was no good. As a matter of fact it was very, very bad. What with the underlying awkwardness and the really disgusting hair (that she absolutely didn’t like, nope) she needed to do something.

“Look - Spike - you smell pretty rank. Would you like to go have a shower - I’ll bring you clean clothes, OK?”

To her great relief he didn’t protest at all, just nodded before yawning again and then making his way to the bathroom. With a swift glance at Angel she ran off, fetched the jeans and T-shirt she’d bought the week before last and handed them over along with the biggest towel she could find. After a kiss that was supposed to be quick, but ended up long and deep and smouldering, she - after a brief pause to make sure her heart had settled down and she didn’t look too blushing - heard the shower turn on and then she retreated to the sitting room once more.

Angel was still where she’d left him. Some things never changed... except of course that he had. More than she could really grasp.

Sitting herself in the sofa opposite she fixed him with a determined look. Time for getting things out into the open... Which they hadn’t tried since - since she couldn’t remember. The break-up? OK, there had been some talking before the apocalypse, but...

“OK Mr Avoidy, we’re going to have a talk!”

“Avoidy? I’m not avoidy.” He looked a little peeved and she smiled.

“Yes you are. This me-dating-Spike thing is obviously bothering you, but you’ve not said a word, just given us looks.”

“I talked to Spike back when we first met you again,” he said, defensively. “It’s OK, really...”

She eyed him sceptically and he suddenly lowered his eyes, studying his hands. There was a moment of silence and when he spoke again his voice was quiet and toneless.

“And I know now that’d you’d never choose me. Not anymore.”

She heard the underlying pain in his voice and reached out and took hold of his hand. She had always loved his hands - so strong and gentle... she’d been sure that as long as they were holding her nothing could go wrong. And she sighed a deep inwardly sigh, for all the things that could never be and for a past where she had seen life through such simple eyes.

“Angel...”

He caught her eyes, shook his head. “I saw the way you looked at me back when... I don’t think you could ever accept who I am now. What I do.”

“You kill people...” she said quietly, remembering the scene far too clearly still.

“That and worse,” he replied. “You don’t know the half-” he stopped and swallowed. “Sometimes it feels like all I do is bring misery and death to all around me - everyone who I’ve ever cared about, my friends... they’d all have been far better off not meeting me. I’m free, but - the price was high.”

She didn’t know what to say, and had a feeling that really there was nothing she could say.

Then he smiled a little, reached out and softly stroked her cheek. “So the fact that you’re still alive is good. OK, I admit it’s not easy seeing you with someone else, but you and Spike obviously have something special...” She lost his eyes again as he looked away, the last sentence clearly having cost him a fair bit. But after a moment he added. “Of course he doesn’t deserve you, but at least he’s smart enough to know it.”

She smiled, surprised and grateful, and he continued. “I guess I just... I just want to know that he makes you happy.”

She could feel herself blush, and couldn’t help a big goofy grin spreading across her face. “Yes. Very. Very very. It’s like... like some sort of miracle. I keep thinking it’s a dream and that I’m going to wake up.”

”Because he died?” Angel asked, and she shook her head. “That too, but mostly we just screwed things up so badly. We weren’t just dysfunctional, we were like... anti-functional. You have no idea... Sometimes... sometimes I understand why he never called. Working things out is a scary thing.”

She took a deep breath, saw the questions in his eyes. “Still - I don’t know if I’d still be alive if it wasn’t for him.” She smiled wryly. “Spike and I are just really, really complicated. But I think we can make it work. And... thank you for not being a jerk.”

Angel nodded. “Thanks for telling me.” Then a small smile stole across his face. “And anyway, I have a girlfriend.”

Buffy jumped at this information. “Nina, right? What’s she like?”

“Um... she’s lovely,” he said, slightly taken aback. Seeing the look on her face, he pulled out his wallet. “I have some pictures.”

“Pictures are definitely of the good,” Buffy agreed, greedily reaching out.

The photos showed a very attractive young woman on a beach somewhere, in a pretty flowery dress, laughing and smiling. The bright colours of a spectacular sunset were spread across the sky and Buffy felt her chest momentarily constrict as she abruptly recalled a dream she had thought long forgotten. She would never be able to walk along a beach with Angel’s arms around her... And she felt a sudden and rather forceful resentment against this girl who got to live out hers - Buffy’s - fantasies. Which was of course childish and pointless, but she couldn’t help herself.

“She’s an art student, right?” she asked, telling the stupid memories to go away, and Angel nodded. “She was working on a portrait when these pictures were taken, but she wouldn’t let me see it.”

The happy smile on his face made Buffy feel distinctly odd, because Angel looking happy was just... weird. And of course there was still the big question. “Do you...” she bit her lip, and Angel looked up, easily reading her mind. “What? Sleep with her?”

Buffy nodded, although seeing the expression on Angel’s face was all the confirmation she needed. She held up her hands. “OK - got it.”

The smile was still on his face however and she felt like a complete idiot. Maybe being avoidy was a good thing...

Future note to self: Never ever ask Angel about his sex life! Also - change of subject needed, stat.

“So... she’s a werewolf, huh?”

“Yes,” he said, and then as he was about to continue stopped. “That reminds me - could you get hold of Willow for me? I need to ask her a favour!”

***

When Spike rejoined them a while later, Angel was busy laying out his plans for a big concealing spell of some sort for the Hyperion - partly because Nina used the cage in the basement and partly because he thought it might be a nice base for them in between the dimension hopping.

“Much better!” Buffy said, taking in the shiny clean vampire in front of her. And the hair was kinda cute when not dirty she had to admit. Turning she asked, “Angel - would you like to borrow the shower as well?”

He shook his head. “For a start I don’t have spare clothes here...”

Oh.

Spike shot him a look, but Buffy reached out, pulling him down on the sofa beside her. “It’s OK - Angel and I had a little talk. He’s... OK.”

Spike looked from her to Angel and back again, pondering. “Well that’s good.”

She nodded enthusiastically, willing them all to make this work. ‘Cause they could, right? They were all grown up and mature and she could be perfectly comfortable playing hostess to her current and her ex...

The word ‘hostess’ decided to come back for another spin through her head, and she belatedly realised that she’d not offered them anything to eat. A swift question confirmed that they were indeed hungry, and since she still had blood left in the fridge - there was no denying it, she was a terrible housekeeper - she went off to heat it up.

She came back a little later with two mugs, and settling down again next to Spike she couldn’t help but notice the face he pulled as he took his first sip.

“Has it gone off? It seemed OK.”

He shrugged. “Nah, ‘s fine, it’s just...” he scanned what he could see of the room. “Don’t suppose you’ve got a kitten hidden anywhere?”

“No! And you’re not allowed to play kitten poker either,” she said firmly, and he sighed deeply and kept drinking.

Angel however appeared more pleased. “Thanks Buffy. Hopefully-” he didn’t get any further as the door opened without warning and Illyria strode in.

“Do you wish to go to LA?” she asked and Angel after a second’s hesitation nodded and got up.

“Thank you for everything Buffy - especially Willow’s phone number. You sure she won’t mind?”

She shook her head vehemently.

“Spike-”

The other vampire looked up.

“Do you have any preferences when it comes to a room? I’m figuring we could add extra protection for where we sleep.”

Spike shrugged. “Not bothered, as long as it’s as far away from you as possible.”

Buffy blinked at this apparent rudeness, but Spike caught Angel’s eyes, a tiny smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. Angel looked back silently, then slowly nodded. “Seems like a good idea. Very good idea.” A smile was hiding somewhere in his eyes, although Buffy couldn’t work out what was so funny.

“I’ll call you when we’re ready to set off again.”

***

As Angel stepped through the portal into the lobby of the Hyperion he looked over his shoulder. They had already forgotten him... Spike must have said something, because Buffy was giggling and mock punching him - and then they vanished.

He sighed. It wasn’t easy, no matter what he said. He’d just have to learn to live with it... to let go of a dream he thought he’d stopped believing in years ago. And compared to all the people he’d lost... at least these two were still alive. He should know by now that the only way of keeping anything safe was by letting it go.

Except for Nina - so far anyway. She was like a surprise - something that he wasn’t supposed to have, and yet he did. He smiled as he walked up the stairs - he’d definitely have to make sure Spike’s room was as far away as possible.

***

As Illyria geared up to open the portal, Buffy, still pondering their odd behaviour, turned to Spike.

“Can you read minds - vampires I mean?”

Spike shot her a look full of meaning, a sudden wicked grin on his face. “Pretty certain I can read your mind!”

She spluttered and punched him. “No - I mean you and Angel.” She looked up and realised that Angel was gone.

“No...” Spike answered, shaking his head and looking at her like she was crazy, and she sighed.

“You just do this thing, and it’s like telepathy or something. It... it kinda freaks me out.”

“Oh,” he frowned. “Sorry - I guess we’ve just been on alone together for what - half a year now? We just...” he thought for a moment, “We know each other too well.” He shook his head, suddenly looking more worn out than he had since he stepped through the door. “And of course there’s the fact that we spent twenty years in the killing field together... that never goes away. Too many bloody memories.”

He almost smiled at the unintentional pun, then with a slow, deep sigh of contentment let himself settle down with his head in her lap. Looking up at her he continued.

“Thing is, now we’re bloody well stuck with each other, which isn’t exactly a dream come true... An’ just how am I supposed to survive that when he has a bleedin’ existential crisis whenever it’s dinner time?”

She frowned a little. “So your cure for this is... moving in together?”

He chuckled. “Well I like havin’ my own place, but since my flat got flattened along with half of LA - and Angel actually owns the big brickpile - it seemed dumb not to take advantage... and I like taking advantage!”

A wicked grin spread across his face as he went on to prove the truth in his words, and Buffy forgot everything about Angel and dimension travelling and baby slayers; the only thing in her world one vampire, kissing her.

Five minutes later Dawn walked through the door, screeched, and with warp-speed fled to her bedroom. As Buffy tried to straighten her clothing she thought to herself that Spike having his own place might be very nice indeed.


Chapter 6
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lynnenne From: lynnenne Date: October 4th, 2013 09:52 pm (UTC) (Link)
Spike shrugged. “Not bothered, as long as it’s as far away from you as possible.”

Buffy blinked at this apparent rudeness, but Spike caught Angel’s eyes, a tiny smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. Angel looked back silently, then slowly nodded. “Seems like a good idea. Very good idea."


Heeeeeeeeeeeee. :)
elisi From: elisi Date: October 4th, 2013 10:37 pm (UTC) (Link)
Am v. pleased people get it - Buffy really doesn't. *g*
lynnenne From: lynnenne Date: October 4th, 2013 10:46 pm (UTC) (Link)
You know, I don't see slash everywhere I look. There are lots of bromances that I see as totally platonic. But anybody who DOESN'T look at these two and see "SEX", in big flashing neon letters, was not watching the same shows I watched.
elisi From: elisi Date: October 5th, 2013 09:07 am (UTC) (Link)
*nods* It was the 'ship that slowly, but surely, dragged me across the line. I'd never really thought much of slash, but these two just won me over because... well. It just made sense. Especially the scene in your icon. :)

('Nothing Else Matters' - by estepheia was my first proper plunge.)
lynnenne From: lynnenne Date: October 5th, 2013 03:07 pm (UTC) (Link)
I'd always enjoyed slash, but I didn't always believe it, you know? With these two, I can't help but believe it. The subtext rapidly became text.

I remember that fic. So much great fic in those days, and so few folks writing it now. Sigh.
elisi From: elisi Date: October 5th, 2013 07:20 pm (UTC) (Link)
I'd always enjoyed slash, but I didn't always believe it, you know? With these two, I can't help but believe it. The subtext rapidly became text.
*nods* There are delightful things as early as Lovers Walk where Angel goes out of his way to protect Spike. It's not just about the sex, it's the whole dynamic, the... intimacy. The family bonds. (Incidentally then 'Because Cavemen Have Fire' originally grew out of this fic, as a what-if.)

I remember that fic. So much great fic in those days, and so few folks writing it now. Sigh.
Oh yes, all the fic. *sigh* Although there's probably enough for several lifetimes. ;)
lynnenne From: lynnenne Date: October 6th, 2013 03:45 pm (UTC) (Link)
Although there's probably enough for several lifetimes.

You would think so, wouldn't you? Sadly, the answer is no. I'm pretty sure I've read every piece of S/A fic ever written, and my lifetime is far from over. (I hope. ;)

Edited at 2013-10-06 03:45 pm (UTC)
elisi From: elisi Date: October 6th, 2013 04:06 pm (UTC) (Link)
You would think so, wouldn't you? Sadly, the answer is no. I'm pretty sure I've read every piece of S/A fic ever written, and my lifetime is far from over. (I hope. ;)
Well I'm happy to be giving you more, even if it isn't straight-up S/A. But there's a lot of bonding [as they travel], and - as the title implies - their destinies are entwined...
sarian71 From: sarian71 Date: October 5th, 2013 03:36 pm (UTC) (Link)
"meeting Spike had done more than just make her finally fall head over heels in love. His commitment to his cause, and Angel’s vision, made her want to be back in charge of her own destiny."

Spike as Buffy's inspiration and example. The more I think about it, the more I like this role reversal at this point of their relationship.

It was nice to see Buffy and Angel having a mature and honest conversation. This is how I like the two of them best!
elisi From: elisi Date: October 5th, 2013 07:09 pm (UTC) (Link)
Spike as Buffy's inspiration and example. The more I think about it, the more I like this role reversal at this point of their relationship.
I think S5 of AtS was very important for Spike, especially *not* pursuing Buffy. It might have been frustration when watching it (and was maybe not handled brilliantly storywise), but when writing them it is very useful to have all that character growth to draw on. He now helps her to pick up her role again, to embrace what lies ahead. (It's also in some ways a source of tension - they're both on the same side, fighting the same fight, but they fight it in different places, and in different ways. It's not going to be smooth sailing.)

It was nice to see Buffy and Angel having a mature and honest conversation. This is how I like the two of them best!
Same here. :)
rebcake From: rebcake Date: October 9th, 2013 02:56 am (UTC) (Link)
You’re not hurt and bleeding to death but being stupid and manly?

Hee! It is important that Buffy know exactly which it is.

Of course he doesn’t deserve you, but at least he’s smart enough to know it.

Ha! Excellent point, Angel.

I'm so pleased that we got a happy interlude in the middle of the adventure. It was so bleak over there in the other dimension that it never occurred to me that they'd get "shore leave". Sweet!

I'm enjoying this a lot!
elisi From: elisi Date: October 9th, 2013 05:13 pm (UTC) (Link)
Hee! It is important that Buffy know exactly which it is.
Men! They never say it like it...

Ha! Excellent point, Angel.
I like him, when he's being gracious. :)

I'm so pleased that we got a happy interlude in the middle of the adventure. It was so bleak over there in the other dimension that it never occurred to me that they'd get "shore leave". Sweet!
Oh this is nowhere near the middle, it's the very, very beginning. Still setting everything up. (Basically: Dimension hopping adventures interspersed with 'shore leave'. *g*)

I'm enjoying this a lot!
Yay, thank you! <3
hello_spikey From: hello_spikey Date: October 9th, 2013 01:09 pm (UTC) (Link)
Well, that's very sweet - even with the wierd dimension-hopping... we have Spike and Angel getting along and doing that nonverbal communication thing, and Buffy gets her very own Spikey to play with... and Dawn gets an eyeful. hee.

Very nice.
elisi From: elisi Date: October 9th, 2013 05:14 pm (UTC) (Link)
Well, that's very sweet - even with the wierd dimension-hopping...
Better get used to it, 'cause there'll be a lot of this. :)

we have Spike and Angel getting along and doing that nonverbal communication thing, and Buffy gets her very own Spikey to play with...
I ship EVERYONE. They're just resistant to jump into bed all of them. *g*

and Dawn gets an eyeful. hee.
Poor Dawn. (She'll cope.)

Very nice.
Thank you!!! <3
zanthinegirl From: zanthinegirl Date: October 19th, 2013 08:25 pm (UTC) (Link)
Hey, how'd I miss this? I love this story!

Lovely scene between Buffy and Angel. I've never really shipped Bangel, but I do adore Angel. And (ironically enough!) I just watched I Will Remember You yesterday; this scene makes a nice coda for them.

I love Spike liking to take advantage of Angel!
elisi From: elisi Date: October 19th, 2013 08:33 pm (UTC) (Link)
Hey, how'd I miss this? I love this story!
Busy life?

Lovely scene between Buffy and Angel. I've never really shipped Bangel, but I do adore Angel. And (ironically enough!) I just watched I Will Remember You yesterday; this scene makes a nice coda for them.
It's funny, because this is so very much the *beginning* of everything [in this story 'verse] - I'm setting up the dynamic, laying down the foundations of how things will be. Although yes, in many ways it's laying a lot of things to rest, as they *really* needed to just talk. :)

I love Spike liking to take advantage of Angel!
That's our boy!
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About The Wedding of River Song:
"Eleven, in the very episode that's about killing off the Lonely God once and for all, meets River when she is Waters of Mars Ten. He's just decided to lay this part of himself to rest, and there's the Timelord Victorious standing right in front of him--and he doesn't run away, or shove her in a cupboard, or try to kill her, or "give her a choice" to make himself feel better about killing her... he marries her. He loves her and accepts her and that's how he gets her to stop."
10littlebullets

"If someone is there for you, is asking nothing of you and has loved you faithfully and unconditionally for all those years and if that person is the one that you turn to for comfort and support when you are at your most vulnerable, and if they give you that comfort and support unconditionally asking nothing in return, then whether you acknowledge it or not, that is love, so yes Buffy loved Spike."
(Jane Espenson?)

The Doctor (to River): "Please. Help me."

About Chosen:
"Even if we hadn’t seen Buffy’s face shining in the most perfect, absolute expression of love in that final scene – didn’t everything that Buffy and Spike were to each other already tell us very, very clearly that they loved each other? And if you don’t see that – didn’t already see that, long before this scene – then, goodness, we’re not watching the same show."
the_royal_anna

Mr Lux: "And who is the Doctor?"
River: "The only story you'll ever tell - if you survive him."
'Forest of the Dead'

“The Angel and Spike relationship has this mythic feel... David and James know how to play everything like they hate each other, but there is this weird underlying love, and I can't write that... I just love Spike so much and think he is the best character ever. He is just a writer's dream. Spike is the outsider there to deconstruct all the heroes because he doesn't play along, yet he is one, but he would never admit it. I think we are proud he became part of the AtS universe without acting like he was part of it.”
Drew Goddard

"Season six [of Buffy] remains the highlight. You won't find a more skilled extended exploration of existential turmoil on the big or small screen. And I'm not talking "woe is me" teenage angst, but a genuine search for what it means to be human. It's Bergman for the masses."
Tim Porter, Paste Magazine

Ianto: "I – know you get lonely."
Jack: "Going home wouldn't fix that. Being here, I've seen things I never dreamt I'd see. Loved people I never would have known if I'd just stayed where I was... And I wouldn't change that for the world."
'To The Last Man'

The Seventh Doctor: "I can hear the sound of empires toppling."
'The Happiness Patrol'

Messenger: "There is a woman who wants to meet you."
Doctor: That's nice, but I'm married."
The prequel to 'Asylum of the Daleks'