~Running~
~Chapter 1 - Letters~
I don't want you to give it all up
Leave your own life collecting dust
And I don't want you to feel sorry for me
You never gave us the chance to be
And I don't need you to be by my side
Tell me that everything's all right
I just wanted you to tell me the truth
You know I'd do that for you.
Spike sat in a black leather chair, his feet propped up on the desk in front of him, absently staring out a large window at the city around him. He took a long drag from a cigarette and blew the smoke out, letting it float through the room until it diminished into the air. He stuck it back into his mouth and was just about to repeat the process when he was very rudely interrupted.
"I told you not to smoke in my office!" Angel complained, walking through the door and glaring at him.
Spike slowly let out a puff of smoke, "Why do you care?" he asked, not in the most pleasant of tones, "It's not like you're going to suffer from second-hand smoke," he turned back toward the window.
Angel put his hands on his hips, "Get your feet off of my desk, get out of my chair, and leave my office!"
Spike glared at him as he slowly took his feet off the desk, making sure to knock off and crumble as many papers as possible along the way.
"Geeze, sorry to invade you're personal bubble mate," he picked his duster up off of the back of the chair and turned to leave, "and take your hands off your hips will you? You look like a bloody Barbie doll," he said as he walked past Angel and out the door.
Angel narrowed his eyes as Spike walked away.
He turned around, "You know, you don't have to hang around here constantly anymore!" he yelled after him.
Spike stopped, took another drag of his cigarette and turned back around, "Aww, you know you'd be lost without me dear Angel," he said.
"No..really I wouldn't."
"Well fine then," Spike said, pretending to be hurt, "I'll just leave. Go out and get some new demon friends maybe. Tell them all your secrets, helpful tips on defeating you," he sniffed, just for good measure.
Angel narrowed his eyes more, "I hate you Spike," he said flatly before turning into his office.
Spike chuckled, "You know, that honestly doesn't sound like a bad idea anymore. Its not like I have any motivation to help the fight against evil now," he dropped his cigarette on the floor and stepped on it to put it out, leaving a nasty mark in the carpet.
Spike headed forward back into Angel's office.
Angel was now sitting behind his desk, his legs propped up on it.
"Now how come you're allowed to put your feet on the desk, but you yell at me like a little girl for it?" he asked.
"Because it's my desk," Angel said matter-of-factly as he closed the manila folder in his hands and stood up to go to the file cabinet.
"Now see, that only further proves my point. I'm not treated right at all around here. I have no motivation to hang around," Spike said.
Angel shut the drawer and turned to him, "So basically what you're saying is, since there's no ghostly curse to hold you here and no Buffy here for you to sleep with, there's no reason to help anyone anymore?" he put his hands back on his hips.
"Now Barbie, that wasn't very nice," Spike said, leaning against the wall.
Angel glared, but hastily put his arms back down, "But it is the truth, isn't it?" he walked back to his desk and picked up an envelope.
"No, it is not the truth you wanker," Spike said, leaning his head back against the cool cement.
"Really?" Angel asked as he tore open the envelope, "Then why did you start fighting for the good side in the first place?"
Spike opened his mouth to speak, but realized that Angel was basically right.
Angel pulled the paper out of the envelope and turned to look at Spike as he opened it, "What? Realized I'm right?" he asked, smirking.
Spike scowled, "Okay, so maybe that's it," he said as Angel began to read the letter, "But that's not why I stay around. Though, like I said, since Buffy's gone and you treat me like horse shit, I have no reason to help anymore."
He looked over at Angel, whose eyes were wide as he finished the letter. He looked up at the wall in front of him and played with the corner of the paper nervously.
Then he chuckled, a low, "I know something you don't know" chuckle.
"What's so funny?" Spike asked, standing upright again and taking a step forward.
Angel turned around, still smiling like a kid who just got away with stealing candy and said, "Well, I think we just got your motivation back Spike," he shoved the letter into his hands.
Spike furrowed his eyebrows in confusion as Angel walked back around his desk and sat down in the chair. He looked down at the letter and began to read. Angel watched him, his expression wearing a sarcastic smile as he put his feet back on the desk and folded his hands in his lap.
Spike suddenly stopped and looked up at him, his face paler than usual, "Sh.sh.she's."
"That's right, lover boy, Buffy's coming back. And by the sound of that letter, it doesn't seem like she knows you're still around," Angel said.
If Spike had been any weaker of a being, he would have fainted.
He stood there, not speaking, and staring at the wall behind Angel's
desk.
After a few moments of stunned silence, Angel began to worry, "Spike?"
Spike shook his head to snap himself out of the daze. He looked down at the letter again.
Suddenly, he tossed the letter onto Angel's desk and took off out of the room.
Angel sat back up and leaned over his desk to see out the door at Spike's retreating figure, "Uh, where are you going in such a rush?" he called after him.
Spike stopped and turned around, "Well damnit Barbie, she still thinks I'm dead! I have to go plan my entrance! Now shut the bloody hell up and let me leave! I thought you didn't want me around!? Well now I'm not going to be for the rest of the day!"
And with that Spike disappeared down the stairs, knocking over several people/demons along the way.
Angel sat back in his chair and picked up the letter, "Unbelievable," he muttered as he folded it back up and put it in the envelope.
-*-*-*-*-Author's Notes-*-*-*-*-
Short, but it's really just the prologue. So yeah..
You know the drill, read & review and it'll give me more motivation to update.
Curses,
xlonelyxghostx
~Chapter 1 - Letters~
I don't want you to give it all up
Leave your own life collecting dust
And I don't want you to feel sorry for me
You never gave us the chance to be
And I don't need you to be by my side
Tell me that everything's all right
I just wanted you to tell me the truth
You know I'd do that for you.
Spike sat in a black leather chair, his feet propped up on the desk in front of him, absently staring out a large window at the city around him. He took a long drag from a cigarette and blew the smoke out, letting it float through the room until it diminished into the air. He stuck it back into his mouth and was just about to repeat the process when he was very rudely interrupted.
"I told you not to smoke in my office!" Angel complained, walking through the door and glaring at him.
Spike slowly let out a puff of smoke, "Why do you care?" he asked, not in the most pleasant of tones, "It's not like you're going to suffer from second-hand smoke," he turned back toward the window.
Angel put his hands on his hips, "Get your feet off of my desk, get out of my chair, and leave my office!"
Spike glared at him as he slowly took his feet off the desk, making sure to knock off and crumble as many papers as possible along the way.
"Geeze, sorry to invade you're personal bubble mate," he picked his duster up off of the back of the chair and turned to leave, "and take your hands off your hips will you? You look like a bloody Barbie doll," he said as he walked past Angel and out the door.
Angel narrowed his eyes as Spike walked away.
He turned around, "You know, you don't have to hang around here constantly anymore!" he yelled after him.
Spike stopped, took another drag of his cigarette and turned back around, "Aww, you know you'd be lost without me dear Angel," he said.
"No..really I wouldn't."
"Well fine then," Spike said, pretending to be hurt, "I'll just leave. Go out and get some new demon friends maybe. Tell them all your secrets, helpful tips on defeating you," he sniffed, just for good measure.
Angel narrowed his eyes more, "I hate you Spike," he said flatly before turning into his office.
Spike chuckled, "You know, that honestly doesn't sound like a bad idea anymore. Its not like I have any motivation to help the fight against evil now," he dropped his cigarette on the floor and stepped on it to put it out, leaving a nasty mark in the carpet.
Spike headed forward back into Angel's office.
Angel was now sitting behind his desk, his legs propped up on it.
"Now how come you're allowed to put your feet on the desk, but you yell at me like a little girl for it?" he asked.
"Because it's my desk," Angel said matter-of-factly as he closed the manila folder in his hands and stood up to go to the file cabinet.
"Now see, that only further proves my point. I'm not treated right at all around here. I have no motivation to hang around," Spike said.
Angel shut the drawer and turned to him, "So basically what you're saying is, since there's no ghostly curse to hold you here and no Buffy here for you to sleep with, there's no reason to help anyone anymore?" he put his hands back on his hips.
"Now Barbie, that wasn't very nice," Spike said, leaning against the wall.
Angel glared, but hastily put his arms back down, "But it is the truth, isn't it?" he walked back to his desk and picked up an envelope.
"No, it is not the truth you wanker," Spike said, leaning his head back against the cool cement.
"Really?" Angel asked as he tore open the envelope, "Then why did you start fighting for the good side in the first place?"
Spike opened his mouth to speak, but realized that Angel was basically right.
Angel pulled the paper out of the envelope and turned to look at Spike as he opened it, "What? Realized I'm right?" he asked, smirking.
Spike scowled, "Okay, so maybe that's it," he said as Angel began to read the letter, "But that's not why I stay around. Though, like I said, since Buffy's gone and you treat me like horse shit, I have no reason to help anymore."
He looked over at Angel, whose eyes were wide as he finished the letter. He looked up at the wall in front of him and played with the corner of the paper nervously.
Then he chuckled, a low, "I know something you don't know" chuckle.
"What's so funny?" Spike asked, standing upright again and taking a step forward.
Angel turned around, still smiling like a kid who just got away with stealing candy and said, "Well, I think we just got your motivation back Spike," he shoved the letter into his hands.
Spike furrowed his eyebrows in confusion as Angel walked back around his desk and sat down in the chair. He looked down at the letter and began to read. Angel watched him, his expression wearing a sarcastic smile as he put his feet back on the desk and folded his hands in his lap.
Spike suddenly stopped and looked up at him, his face paler than usual, "Sh.sh.she's."
"That's right, lover boy, Buffy's coming back. And by the sound of that letter, it doesn't seem like she knows you're still around," Angel said.
If Spike had been any weaker of a being, he would have fainted.
He stood there, not speaking, and staring at the wall behind Angel's
desk.
After a few moments of stunned silence, Angel began to worry, "Spike?"
Spike shook his head to snap himself out of the daze. He looked down at the letter again.
Suddenly, he tossed the letter onto Angel's desk and took off out of the room.
Angel sat back up and leaned over his desk to see out the door at Spike's retreating figure, "Uh, where are you going in such a rush?" he called after him.
Spike stopped and turned around, "Well damnit Barbie, she still thinks I'm dead! I have to go plan my entrance! Now shut the bloody hell up and let me leave! I thought you didn't want me around!? Well now I'm not going to be for the rest of the day!"
And with that Spike disappeared down the stairs, knocking over several people/demons along the way.
Angel sat back in his chair and picked up the letter, "Unbelievable," he muttered as he folded it back up and put it in the envelope.
-*-*-*-*-Author's Notes-*-*-*-*-
Short, but it's really just the prologue. So yeah..
You know the drill, read & review and it'll give me more motivation to update.
Curses,
xlonelyxghostx