Title: Any Reason Will Do
Author: Angelus
E-mail: angelus1317@hotmail.com (Please put "Any Reason Will Do" on the subject line.)
Subject: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Category: BSR.
Rating: G.
Summary: He needs something to remind him why he did this to himself.
Spoilers: None.
Archive: Anywhere, just ask me first.
Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy or Spike. They belong to WGN and Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy. If I owned them, they'd be...well, use your imagination.
Author's notes: Another day, another drabble...
Dedication: To the cast and crew of "Dearly Departed". Good luck everyone. Maura, don't get sick from those beans. Vanessa, it's not that you look like a whore - it's that now everyone realizes it. Mike, well...you're hot. Julie, you're awesomely awesome. John - spew! Jen - seepage! And everyone else, especially the techies.
~*~
Unlike Angel, Spike had gotten his soul willingly. But he was beginning to see what all his sire's poncy brooding was about.
He couldn't sleep through a night. Nightmares haunted him during the day; nightmares he could share only with the rats that inhabited the basement, not smart enough to be scared despite how many others had died at the vampire's hands.
He was wondering what had drawn him to this soul-having idea in the first place.
But then, from the shadows, his Slayer emerged. She didn't speak; all she did was glance at him.
And he remembered exactly why.
Author: Angelus
E-mail: angelus1317@hotmail.com (Please put "Any Reason Will Do" on the subject line.)
Subject: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Category: BSR.
Rating: G.
Summary: He needs something to remind him why he did this to himself.
Spoilers: None.
Archive: Anywhere, just ask me first.
Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy or Spike. They belong to WGN and Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy. If I owned them, they'd be...well, use your imagination.
Author's notes: Another day, another drabble...
Dedication: To the cast and crew of "Dearly Departed". Good luck everyone. Maura, don't get sick from those beans. Vanessa, it's not that you look like a whore - it's that now everyone realizes it. Mike, well...you're hot. Julie, you're awesomely awesome. John - spew! Jen - seepage! And everyone else, especially the techies.
~*~
Unlike Angel, Spike had gotten his soul willingly. But he was beginning to see what all his sire's poncy brooding was about.
He couldn't sleep through a night. Nightmares haunted him during the day; nightmares he could share only with the rats that inhabited the basement, not smart enough to be scared despite how many others had died at the vampire's hands.
He was wondering what had drawn him to this soul-having idea in the first place.
But then, from the shadows, his Slayer emerged. She didn't speak; all she did was glance at him.
And he remembered exactly why.