Title: Just a Little...
Author: KC, Kcdove1013@aol.com
Reason/Excuse/Explanation: My muses made me do it!
Dedication/Author's note: Fourth for my Strange Bedfellows universe. This one is Kat's pair. The Strange Bedfellows universe is rather simple. I have a list of people who I would enjoy having clones of. From this list(s) you can pick a SLASH (female/female or male/male) pair and I'll try and write it. The catch is, the characters can't be from the same universe/fandom. Like, you could pick Zechs/Giles, but not Giles/Spike. Get it? No? Too bad!
Pair: Rick O'Connel (The Mummy)/Spike (Buffy, the Vampire Slayer)
Rating: PG?
Rick took another slug from the beer he was holding. Good. Weird name, but good. He glanced at the wrapper again. Corona, that was it. He finished it off and tossed the bottle in a conveniently placed trash can. He wandered up to the bar and ordered another. He wondered again what the hell he was doing in London. The only thing this place had going for it was that it didn't remind him of Evie. Oh, and the beer. It was the only beer they'd imported from the states, but it was good.
"Sodding *american* beer."
He turned at the muttered comment and arched an eyebrow at the brown haired man sitting next to him. "Got a problem buddy?"
The man obviously hadn't expected his words to be heard, but he came back quickly enough. "Yeah, I think American beer is only a step above watered piss. Now, if you want some real beer, change your order to Guiness. Some right English beer, that."
Rick nodded, smiled, and did his best to ignore the obviously delusional man. "Right." He studied the guy out of the corner of his eye and wondered if he should change his mind about ignoring him. The guy had cheek bones that'd make Ardeth envious...well, not really. He doubted the Med Jai was envious of anything except battle prowess. Maybe. But still. Light brown hair cut short and left messy, soft looking, and a nice mouth. He decided to keep the conversation going a bit longer. "Though it's funny, I thought it was that Budweiser crap they're trying to push down our throats that tasted like watered piss."
The man considered, then tilted his head in agreement. "You're right there, mate," He said and took another swig of his own beer before turning and offering his hand. "Name's Spike."
"Rick," He returned and shook the hand. The skin was cool, a little above room temperature and he half-stiffened, watching with wary eyes. He'd been through enough to know what dead skin felt like. And really, knowing that was almost more then he could handle, some night's. Knowing Evie had died, risen, and changed...well, it was what kept him up the rest of those night's.
The man's eyes slid half shut and he raised an eyebrow.
Rick shook his head, "I don't give a damn what you are, just don't try and kill me. I'm to fucked to handle it tonight. Maybe tomorow." and nodded his thanks to the bartender when he brought back a new Corona.
Spike grinned, "I'm just a bloke out for a bit o' fun, what. Shouldn't go judgin' people right off, like that."
"Yeah?" Rick took a nice long swig, "Well, based on past experience, you're a damn well preserved mummy or a..." He studdied the guy, Spike, again. "Or a vampire."
"Got it in two, mate. As for trying to kill you..." He finished off his bear and tilted his head in an obvious appraisal of Rick's...assets. "Well, what I've got in mind's considered a little death in some countries. You up?"
Rick paused, drank, thought about it. Finished his beer in one long swallow before turning to his companion. "A little death's never hurt me before."
Spike grinned, "That's the ticket, mate. We'll head out later, if you don't mind. Bit of a sun allergy, me, you know?" At Rick's nod, he continued, "Now, about your taste in beer..."
END
Author: KC, Kcdove1013@aol.com
Reason/Excuse/Explanation: My muses made me do it!
Dedication/Author's note: Fourth for my Strange Bedfellows universe. This one is Kat's pair. The Strange Bedfellows universe is rather simple. I have a list of people who I would enjoy having clones of. From this list(s) you can pick a SLASH (female/female or male/male) pair and I'll try and write it. The catch is, the characters can't be from the same universe/fandom. Like, you could pick Zechs/Giles, but not Giles/Spike. Get it? No? Too bad!
Pair: Rick O'Connel (The Mummy)/Spike (Buffy, the Vampire Slayer)
Rating: PG?
Rick took another slug from the beer he was holding. Good. Weird name, but good. He glanced at the wrapper again. Corona, that was it. He finished it off and tossed the bottle in a conveniently placed trash can. He wandered up to the bar and ordered another. He wondered again what the hell he was doing in London. The only thing this place had going for it was that it didn't remind him of Evie. Oh, and the beer. It was the only beer they'd imported from the states, but it was good.
"Sodding *american* beer."
He turned at the muttered comment and arched an eyebrow at the brown haired man sitting next to him. "Got a problem buddy?"
The man obviously hadn't expected his words to be heard, but he came back quickly enough. "Yeah, I think American beer is only a step above watered piss. Now, if you want some real beer, change your order to Guiness. Some right English beer, that."
Rick nodded, smiled, and did his best to ignore the obviously delusional man. "Right." He studied the guy out of the corner of his eye and wondered if he should change his mind about ignoring him. The guy had cheek bones that'd make Ardeth envious...well, not really. He doubted the Med Jai was envious of anything except battle prowess. Maybe. But still. Light brown hair cut short and left messy, soft looking, and a nice mouth. He decided to keep the conversation going a bit longer. "Though it's funny, I thought it was that Budweiser crap they're trying to push down our throats that tasted like watered piss."
The man considered, then tilted his head in agreement. "You're right there, mate," He said and took another swig of his own beer before turning and offering his hand. "Name's Spike."
"Rick," He returned and shook the hand. The skin was cool, a little above room temperature and he half-stiffened, watching with wary eyes. He'd been through enough to know what dead skin felt like. And really, knowing that was almost more then he could handle, some night's. Knowing Evie had died, risen, and changed...well, it was what kept him up the rest of those night's.
The man's eyes slid half shut and he raised an eyebrow.
Rick shook his head, "I don't give a damn what you are, just don't try and kill me. I'm to fucked to handle it tonight. Maybe tomorow." and nodded his thanks to the bartender when he brought back a new Corona.
Spike grinned, "I'm just a bloke out for a bit o' fun, what. Shouldn't go judgin' people right off, like that."
"Yeah?" Rick took a nice long swig, "Well, based on past experience, you're a damn well preserved mummy or a..." He studdied the guy, Spike, again. "Or a vampire."
"Got it in two, mate. As for trying to kill you..." He finished off his bear and tilted his head in an obvious appraisal of Rick's...assets. "Well, what I've got in mind's considered a little death in some countries. You up?"
Rick paused, drank, thought about it. Finished his beer in one long swallow before turning to his companion. "A little death's never hurt me before."
Spike grinned, "That's the ticket, mate. We'll head out later, if you don't mind. Bit of a sun allergy, me, you know?" At Rick's nod, he continued, "Now, about your taste in beer..."
END