hi! this is the first time I have posted anything like a fic to this list,
or buffy related actually...just a little idea that popped in my head while
I was talking to a friend online :)
Anyhow, lmk whatcha think of it :) *begs*
-Anne-Marie-
"I'm not a prophet or a stone-aged man, just a mortal with potential of a
superman." ~ Quicksand, David Bowie
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, Spike, Harmony, Jerry Springer, Yellow
Pages, or the Passions characters listed below or Darth Vader (did I cover
all my copyrighted thigies?)
Rating: G
Summary: Harm gets an idea.
Archieving: Please do! (just lmk where so I can bask in my accomplishment ;)
Ok I realise it doesn't even have buffy in it...but the rules say anything
goes...so here goes :D
Yellow Pages
In Spike's crypt, it is midafternoon Spike is fiddeling with a pair of pink
panties. Harmony is idly watching Jerry Springer until a commercial comes
on.
Television:"... yellow pages has everything. It's Life in
alphabetical Order."
Harmony turns off the television and walked over to where Spike was sitting.
Harm: Blondie Bear, I'm bored. Can't we go and kill something, or I could,
or pretend to, or just *do* something.
Spike thrusting the underwear into his pocket looks up at Harmony annoyed.
Spike: Why did you just turn off the tellie? you know it is time for
Passions and that is the only good thing in my existance right now, ever
since this bloody awful weird science gone wrong was put in my bloomin head!
A grin with the tinsiest spark of intelligence covers Harmony's face, she
walks out of the room. In the mean time Spike makes his way over to the
television, turns it on in time to see a steamy love scene between Ethan and
Theresa and throws himself into the chair opposite.
Harm: Spike here try the yellow pages, they are supposed to have everything,
at least that's what that Darth Vader guy keeps saying
Spike: Harm, I don't think they have "chipectomy" in the bloody yellow book!
Harm walks off in a hurt huff. Spike looks down at the book, shrugs his
shoulders picks it up and starts to leaf through it muttering something
about chipectomies.
Just hit that lil' reply button *grins* you know you wanna!
or buffy related actually...just a little idea that popped in my head while
I was talking to a friend online :)
Anyhow, lmk whatcha think of it :) *begs*
-Anne-Marie-
"I'm not a prophet or a stone-aged man, just a mortal with potential of a
superman." ~ Quicksand, David Bowie
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, Spike, Harmony, Jerry Springer, Yellow
Pages, or the Passions characters listed below or Darth Vader (did I cover
all my copyrighted thigies?)
Rating: G
Summary: Harm gets an idea.
Archieving: Please do! (just lmk where so I can bask in my accomplishment ;)
Ok I realise it doesn't even have buffy in it...but the rules say anything
goes...so here goes :D
Yellow Pages
In Spike's crypt, it is midafternoon Spike is fiddeling with a pair of pink
panties. Harmony is idly watching Jerry Springer until a commercial comes
on.
Television:"... yellow pages has everything. It's Life in
alphabetical Order."
Harmony turns off the television and walked over to where Spike was sitting.
Harm: Blondie Bear, I'm bored. Can't we go and kill something, or I could,
or pretend to, or just *do* something.
Spike thrusting the underwear into his pocket looks up at Harmony annoyed.
Spike: Why did you just turn off the tellie? you know it is time for
Passions and that is the only good thing in my existance right now, ever
since this bloody awful weird science gone wrong was put in my bloomin head!
A grin with the tinsiest spark of intelligence covers Harmony's face, she
walks out of the room. In the mean time Spike makes his way over to the
television, turns it on in time to see a steamy love scene between Ethan and
Theresa and throws himself into the chair opposite.
Harm: Spike here try the yellow pages, they are supposed to have everything,
at least that's what that Darth Vader guy keeps saying
Spike: Harm, I don't think they have "chipectomy" in the bloody yellow book!
Harm walks off in a hurt huff. Spike looks down at the book, shrugs his
shoulders picks it up and starts to leaf through it muttering something
about chipectomies.
Just hit that lil' reply button *grins* you know you wanna!