Playing With Matches
A/N: This is a Spike/OC fic taking place in Season five of Angel. Spike is corporeal… and now you know… here we go!!
A young woman, maybe twenty-one, twenty-two, walked into the LA offices of Wolfram and Hart looking like a bombshell and whistling a jazzy tune. She walked straight up to the blonde secretary.
"Yes?" the blonde girl asked, looking at the dark redhead with a bit of hostile confusion.
"I'm here to see Angel."
"Name?"
"Wren Atkins."
The blonde nodded and picked up a phone that was on her unicorn-covered desk.
"Angel, Wren Atkins is here for you. I'll send her in."
The blonde gestured to a door and Wren nodded her thanks.
When she entered, she saw a brooding brown haired man whom she assumed to be Angel, a vampire. Sitting in one of the black leather armchairs in the office was a rather handsome blonde guy wearing a black leather duster.
"Miss Atkins, I presume?" Angel asked. Wren nodded.
"That's me. You must be Angel."
He nodded. "And this annoying piece of crap is Spike." He gestured generally toward the blonde guy.
"Hello, cutie."
She gave him a sidelong, flirtatious glance and went down to business.
"You went through some of my associates to try to reach me, I'm assuming this is of some rather great importance?"
"It is," Angel replied. "We're having some difficulty negotiating with some of the demon clans, and the word is that you're the best translator there is."
She shrugged off the veiled compliment. "In other words, you need me to handle negotiations. Which clan?"
"Sebassis'," he looked at her, expecting some reaction. She didn't disappoint.
She made a disgusted noise in the back of her throat and suddenly couldn't be seen through a cloud of sparkly gold shimmer. When it cleared, she wasn't standing there Archduke Sebassis was.
"Do you realize how disgusting this is?" Wren's voice said coming out of Sebassis' mouth. "It makes me want to puke, cut myself and die in the same breath."
"Now I see why it was such a good idea to hire you," Angel said. "Could you change back please? This is kind of really creepy."
There was another cloud of gold and Wren was standing there again. She looked at Angel with a slight amount of confusion as he picked up a phone and made some calls. She decided to sit down instead of standing there looking like an idiot, so she sat down on the black leather couch that was close to Spike's armchair. He looked at her, with her green-grey eyes and dark red hair that she looked at, squinted her eyes and changed to black.
"How'd you do that?" he asked quickly, shocked.
"Do what?"
"Change your hair color like that?"
I'm a shapeshifter. I do that." Just for the shock factor, she had the cloud of gold, and spike suddenly saw a carbon copy of himself sitting there.
"Whoa, what's two Spike's doing here?" A green-skinned demon asked as he entered the office.
Wren quickly did the 'gold cloud' effect and changed back to herself.
"Lorne, this is Wren Atkins, our newest team member."
The green guy nodded with a smile. Wren returned it.
"Wren, this may seem strange, but could you sing for us a bit? Lorne's an empathy demon…"
"Say no more, Angel." And she began to sing…
"You with the sad eyes,
Don't be discouraged
Oh, I realize
It's hard to take courage
In a world full of people
You can lose sight of it all
And the darkness inside you
Can make you feel so small
I see your true colors
Shining through
I see your true colors
And that's why I love you
So don't be afraid to let them show
Your true colors
True colors
Are beautiful like a rainbow"
Lorne looked at her and wiped a tear from his eye.
"Dear, you don't look a year over twenty. How can you have seen so much? And have such great taste. Cyndi Lauper-a classic"
"Lorne, you'd be running if I looked my age. I was born in 1851, you know."
There was a shocked silence.
"What????"
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