Prankster (PG-13 for mild cursing)
This is a BtVS/AtS crossover I did a long time ago. The first one was in response to a challenge that a friend of mine was doing. The other two just kind of came out after that.
The parameters of the challenge was:
Spike's duster flying from a flagpole. Wesley confessing to a minor crime. A bag of jellybeans. Willow saying the phrase: "Not all at once! You have to inch it in!" Angel having to do a striptease.
Spoilers for this fic: Up through BtVS Intervention and AtS: Dead End
Enjoy.
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*~*IDLE MINDS*~*
Angel smiled. Spike was so predictable. He lay on his makeshift bed, still a little battered, his duster hanging over the back of his one chair. This was going to be a lot of fun.
*~*THE PATRIOT*~*
Anya woke up and smiled at the sun coming through the window. She got out of bed and began her morning ritual of getting ready for work. Part of her ritual was now the hanging of the flag.
Since she started to associate herself with being an American, she thought it appropriate to have a flag. Living in an apartment meant a small flagpole needed to be attached to the side of the apartment. It didn't take too much asking before Xander put one up. Despite his usual jokes, he supported her efforts to become more human in thought and behavior.
Anya looked for the flag that she took down every night and put up every morning. She frowned. She had asked Xander to take the flag down last night. Apparently he forgot. She trudged to the window and opened it and gasped. Hanging from the flagpole was Spike's duster.
*~*FIT TO BE TIED*~*
He burst in the Magic Box, his face a picture of rage.
"Where is it?" He bellowed.
Buffy looked turned around as he entered and looked startled.
"Where is what?"
He narrowed his eyes. He looked at them all. Everyone was a suspect.
"My duster. Where is it? Hand it over now, or so help me when I get this chip out, I'll."
Anya burst into laughter, cutting him off. Xander's lips twitched, wanting to smile as well. Spike's eyes narrowed and he started toward Anya.
Anya pulled it out from under the table. She had it in a bag. She handed the bag over.
"It was hanging from my flagpole this morning." She giggled.
Spike scowled.
"What the bloody hell was it doing there?" He looked around. No one had an answer for him. "Well see that it doesn't happen again!"
And with that he limped back out of the shop, leaving the room giggling after him.
*~*DISBELIEF*~*
"So you went all the way to Sunnydale to steal Spike's jacket?" Wesley looked at him in disbelief.
Angel smiled a little.
"Yeah. Kind of. I mean, I was checking on Buffy and Dawn, too, but mostly just to steal his duster." Angel's face broke into what was becoming a trademarked smile. He looked at Wesley's disapproving face. "Oh come on, Wesley! Haven't you ever done something like this? A prank? Maybe broke the law?" Angel waited for the answer.
Wesley opened his mouth to tell him no, when he remembered. And his face started to flush.
"Well, perhaps I should get to work."
Angel stood up and blocked Wesley's way out.
"Come on. Spill." Angel smiled expectantly."
Wesley looked around and found them to be alone. Finally, he nodded and looked down, not wanting to meet Angel's eyes.
"It was nothing really, just a childhood prank."
"So tell. What was this nothing?"
Wesley shrugged and looked like he wasn't going to tell.
"Come on Wes, don't be such a pansy ass." Angel smiled when he got the desired effect.
Wesley's head shot up and he glared.
"For your information, stole something."
Angel smiled a little.
"What was it?"
Wesley looked uncomfortable for a moment and then mumbled something.
"Now, I've got good hearing, but I don't think I quite heard that."
"Panty hose. From a grocery store."
Angel blinked a moment and then burst out laughing. Wesley frowned.
"They were in this egg container and I was a curious little fellow when I was just a boy. So I took it to see what was in it."
Angel lost his balance from laughing and nearly upset a table. Cordelia came in with a surprised look.
"Whoa there. Lets not go getting too happy, now." She looked at Wesley. "What did you do?"
Wesley face got red.
"Nothing." He looked at Angel. "Stuff it!" And with that he stomped away.
*~*REVENGE*~*
He made his way through the halls, ignoring the questioning looks being sent his way. He knew his face still looked like shit, but this was more important.
He stopped in front of the door and was poised to knock when he heard Willow.
"Not all at once! You have to inch it in!"
Spike's eyes widened and he backed away a moment. Maybe he'd come back later. Then he remembered that Willow was a lesbian. He became intrigued. He knocked anyway.
There was a scramble inside and then the door opened.
Willow's eyes widened when she opened the door to Spike.
"Red, I need a favor. Can I come in?"
Willow looked past him and saw he was alone. Spike took the opportunity to look past her and saw Tara, fully clothed sitting on the floor with a bunch of quilt squares around and sewing supplies laid out.
"What is it Spike?"
"What where you doing in there? I thought I heard." He stopped, wondering if he had actually heard what he thought he did. He started to look confused. So did Willow.
"What did you hear?"
"Something about inching it in?" He looked at her for confirmation.
"Oh." She turned and went back to the sewing supplies and grabbed something and came back demonstrating.
"When threading a needle you can't shove the string in. You have to inch it in, slowly." She threaded the needle and then looked at Spike. "Pervert. Now since I know you aren't here for sewing lessons, what do you want?"
"Right. So you gonna let me in or not?"
Willow stepped out and closed the door, folding her arms in front of her. Spike rolled his eyes and decided to get to the point.
"You remember when I came busting into the shop looking for my duster?"
He narrowed his eyes when that brought a small smile to her face.
"Yeah, I remember. You were pretty upset. Which looked kind of funny with your face like it looks now. I mean, not that your face is funny looking, just that when your all, grrr and stuff, well." she noticed his not so amused look and she cleared her throat, "well, it wasn't that funny."
"Damn right it wasn't. I know who did it too."
Willow's eyebrows shot up in question.
"Angel."
"Angel?" Willow looked disbelieving.
"I could smell him on my jacket. He wants to play a prank, that's fine by me, but I need to one up him, you know. I need you to do that."
Willow smiled a little. She always thought it was always funny when Spike acted like a real person, rather than the monster he could sometimes be. She was intrigued by the thought of vampire tricksters playing pranks on one another.
"Ok." She nodded slowly. "I'm game."
Spike smiled. This was going to be fun.
*~*SINGING FOR YOUR SUPPER*~*
Spike watched through the window. He had been waiting for two days for the package to arrive. Finally it had. He had rushed to the hotel as soon as dusk hit, hoping he hadn't missed the show.
He saw Angel roaming around the lobby and come to the unopened package. Spike smiled and watched.
Angel turned the package over. It rattled. It was addressed to him. He opened it and found a bag of brightly colored jellybeans and a card. He picked up the card and read it. He smiled at the gift from Willow and wonder how she knew he liked jellybeans.
Angel shrugged and opened them. He reached his hand in to get a few when Cordelia came out, distracting him. Spike cursed softly from the window. Spike watched them speak for a moment, bored until Angel started reaching in the bag again. He waited in anticipation until Wesley interrupted him. Spike nearly went through the window. Knowing what was going to happen was the only thing that kept him in his hiding spot.
"What do we have here?"
Spike nearly jumped. He was so intent on what was going on inside he didn't hear the black man approach. He turned to face the intruder head on.
"Sod off, mate. This is private property."
"Yeah I was kinda thinking the same thing. Why don't we go in and see what's what." Gunn grabbed Spike and Spike pushed him off and decked him moments before he keeled over in pain, holding his head.
"Spike. What are you doing here?" Angel smiled.
Spike looked up at Angel and glared.
"I came to warn you about sneaking around stealing peoples stuff. You know what they did to thieves back in your day, Peaches. You might lose that hand next time."
Angel smiled and then went inside. Gunn glared at Spike.
"Bloody hell." He followed Angel.
Angel walked back over to the counter and grabbed a handful of his jellybeans and popped a few in his mouth and smiled.
Cordelia looked at Spike with a look of disdain.
"Before you say anything, no you can't keep him, I don't care how far he followed you home."
Angel laughed. Spike scowled.
"Well, hello to you too, Princess. For your information I'm here to warn Peaches to stay away from my crypt."
Cordelia rolled her eyes.
"Oh yeah, or what?"
Spike looked at Angel and noticed him chewing. He smiled a smug smile.
"Or he might be sorry, that's all."
"Men really don't get any more mature the older they get, do they?"
"Hey!" It came from all three men in the room, but from Angel it came in a higher pitched, and longer, singsong way. Everyone looked at Angel. His look of shock alone was enough to make Spike laugh, but he restrained himself for now.
"What did you." Angel shut up quickly as his voice came out in song.
Cordelia covered her ears.
"Angel, that's not funny."
Spike burst out laughing.
Angel glared at Spike.
Gunn walked over to the radio and turned it on.
"If you're gonna sing man, at least learn." he stopped and his jaw hung open as he turned around, the thought gone from his mind. There was Angel, to the beat of the song, delivering a striptease. From the look on his face, Gunn would guess he was as surprised as the rest of him. His body was moving of its own accord.
Spike was rolling with laughter. Every time he thought he was done he'd look at Angel, stripping and laugh all the harder.
Cordelia stood there, shocked. Wesley walked in and dropped the book in his hand. The whole crew was watching Angel, stripping. Spike laughed harder. Angel looked like he was going to kill someone, and quick.
Gunn started to laugh and looked away when Angel got done with the shirt and went for the pants. He couldn't help it. It was damn funny.
Wesley's face got red.
"Angel, stop that." Angel continued. "Angel!" He didn't stop. Wesley marched over to the music and turned it off, just as Angel's pants dropped. "Angel what are you doing?"
Once the music was stopped, so was Angel. He quickly grabbed his pants and pulled them up, not able to look at the flushed Cordelia in front of him. Gunn and Spike were laughing. Wesley seemed embarrassed.
"Oh come on, mate," Spike laughed, "you have to admit, that was entertaining!"
Angel lunged for Spike, ready to rip his throat out, but Spike quickly got out of the way.
"The witch was supposed to make you sing. But that was even better! I'll have to thank her right properly when I get back." Spike smiled a huge smile.
"Willow." Angel growled. He grabbed his shirt and looked at Gunn. "Stop that. It wasn't that funny."
Gunn was still struggling for breath as he was laughing.
Spike gave Angel a silent salute before turning and walking away.
"It's alright, Peaches. Just stay away from the music for a while." Spike chuckled and turned at the door. "Oh and by the way. I win." With that Spike left.
Angel stared after him, watching him leave through the window. He cracked a small smile. It was kind of funny. Spike wanted to play, huh? Well this was far from over.
This is a BtVS/AtS crossover I did a long time ago. The first one was in response to a challenge that a friend of mine was doing. The other two just kind of came out after that.
The parameters of the challenge was:
Spike's duster flying from a flagpole. Wesley confessing to a minor crime. A bag of jellybeans. Willow saying the phrase: "Not all at once! You have to inch it in!" Angel having to do a striptease.
Spoilers for this fic: Up through BtVS Intervention and AtS: Dead End
Enjoy.
*~*~*~*~*~*
*~*IDLE MINDS*~*
Angel smiled. Spike was so predictable. He lay on his makeshift bed, still a little battered, his duster hanging over the back of his one chair. This was going to be a lot of fun.
*~*THE PATRIOT*~*
Anya woke up and smiled at the sun coming through the window. She got out of bed and began her morning ritual of getting ready for work. Part of her ritual was now the hanging of the flag.
Since she started to associate herself with being an American, she thought it appropriate to have a flag. Living in an apartment meant a small flagpole needed to be attached to the side of the apartment. It didn't take too much asking before Xander put one up. Despite his usual jokes, he supported her efforts to become more human in thought and behavior.
Anya looked for the flag that she took down every night and put up every morning. She frowned. She had asked Xander to take the flag down last night. Apparently he forgot. She trudged to the window and opened it and gasped. Hanging from the flagpole was Spike's duster.
*~*FIT TO BE TIED*~*
He burst in the Magic Box, his face a picture of rage.
"Where is it?" He bellowed.
Buffy looked turned around as he entered and looked startled.
"Where is what?"
He narrowed his eyes. He looked at them all. Everyone was a suspect.
"My duster. Where is it? Hand it over now, or so help me when I get this chip out, I'll."
Anya burst into laughter, cutting him off. Xander's lips twitched, wanting to smile as well. Spike's eyes narrowed and he started toward Anya.
Anya pulled it out from under the table. She had it in a bag. She handed the bag over.
"It was hanging from my flagpole this morning." She giggled.
Spike scowled.
"What the bloody hell was it doing there?" He looked around. No one had an answer for him. "Well see that it doesn't happen again!"
And with that he limped back out of the shop, leaving the room giggling after him.
*~*DISBELIEF*~*
"So you went all the way to Sunnydale to steal Spike's jacket?" Wesley looked at him in disbelief.
Angel smiled a little.
"Yeah. Kind of. I mean, I was checking on Buffy and Dawn, too, but mostly just to steal his duster." Angel's face broke into what was becoming a trademarked smile. He looked at Wesley's disapproving face. "Oh come on, Wesley! Haven't you ever done something like this? A prank? Maybe broke the law?" Angel waited for the answer.
Wesley opened his mouth to tell him no, when he remembered. And his face started to flush.
"Well, perhaps I should get to work."
Angel stood up and blocked Wesley's way out.
"Come on. Spill." Angel smiled expectantly."
Wesley looked around and found them to be alone. Finally, he nodded and looked down, not wanting to meet Angel's eyes.
"It was nothing really, just a childhood prank."
"So tell. What was this nothing?"
Wesley shrugged and looked like he wasn't going to tell.
"Come on Wes, don't be such a pansy ass." Angel smiled when he got the desired effect.
Wesley's head shot up and he glared.
"For your information, stole something."
Angel smiled a little.
"What was it?"
Wesley looked uncomfortable for a moment and then mumbled something.
"Now, I've got good hearing, but I don't think I quite heard that."
"Panty hose. From a grocery store."
Angel blinked a moment and then burst out laughing. Wesley frowned.
"They were in this egg container and I was a curious little fellow when I was just a boy. So I took it to see what was in it."
Angel lost his balance from laughing and nearly upset a table. Cordelia came in with a surprised look.
"Whoa there. Lets not go getting too happy, now." She looked at Wesley. "What did you do?"
Wesley face got red.
"Nothing." He looked at Angel. "Stuff it!" And with that he stomped away.
*~*REVENGE*~*
He made his way through the halls, ignoring the questioning looks being sent his way. He knew his face still looked like shit, but this was more important.
He stopped in front of the door and was poised to knock when he heard Willow.
"Not all at once! You have to inch it in!"
Spike's eyes widened and he backed away a moment. Maybe he'd come back later. Then he remembered that Willow was a lesbian. He became intrigued. He knocked anyway.
There was a scramble inside and then the door opened.
Willow's eyes widened when she opened the door to Spike.
"Red, I need a favor. Can I come in?"
Willow looked past him and saw he was alone. Spike took the opportunity to look past her and saw Tara, fully clothed sitting on the floor with a bunch of quilt squares around and sewing supplies laid out.
"What is it Spike?"
"What where you doing in there? I thought I heard." He stopped, wondering if he had actually heard what he thought he did. He started to look confused. So did Willow.
"What did you hear?"
"Something about inching it in?" He looked at her for confirmation.
"Oh." She turned and went back to the sewing supplies and grabbed something and came back demonstrating.
"When threading a needle you can't shove the string in. You have to inch it in, slowly." She threaded the needle and then looked at Spike. "Pervert. Now since I know you aren't here for sewing lessons, what do you want?"
"Right. So you gonna let me in or not?"
Willow stepped out and closed the door, folding her arms in front of her. Spike rolled his eyes and decided to get to the point.
"You remember when I came busting into the shop looking for my duster?"
He narrowed his eyes when that brought a small smile to her face.
"Yeah, I remember. You were pretty upset. Which looked kind of funny with your face like it looks now. I mean, not that your face is funny looking, just that when your all, grrr and stuff, well." she noticed his not so amused look and she cleared her throat, "well, it wasn't that funny."
"Damn right it wasn't. I know who did it too."
Willow's eyebrows shot up in question.
"Angel."
"Angel?" Willow looked disbelieving.
"I could smell him on my jacket. He wants to play a prank, that's fine by me, but I need to one up him, you know. I need you to do that."
Willow smiled a little. She always thought it was always funny when Spike acted like a real person, rather than the monster he could sometimes be. She was intrigued by the thought of vampire tricksters playing pranks on one another.
"Ok." She nodded slowly. "I'm game."
Spike smiled. This was going to be fun.
*~*SINGING FOR YOUR SUPPER*~*
Spike watched through the window. He had been waiting for two days for the package to arrive. Finally it had. He had rushed to the hotel as soon as dusk hit, hoping he hadn't missed the show.
He saw Angel roaming around the lobby and come to the unopened package. Spike smiled and watched.
Angel turned the package over. It rattled. It was addressed to him. He opened it and found a bag of brightly colored jellybeans and a card. He picked up the card and read it. He smiled at the gift from Willow and wonder how she knew he liked jellybeans.
Angel shrugged and opened them. He reached his hand in to get a few when Cordelia came out, distracting him. Spike cursed softly from the window. Spike watched them speak for a moment, bored until Angel started reaching in the bag again. He waited in anticipation until Wesley interrupted him. Spike nearly went through the window. Knowing what was going to happen was the only thing that kept him in his hiding spot.
"What do we have here?"
Spike nearly jumped. He was so intent on what was going on inside he didn't hear the black man approach. He turned to face the intruder head on.
"Sod off, mate. This is private property."
"Yeah I was kinda thinking the same thing. Why don't we go in and see what's what." Gunn grabbed Spike and Spike pushed him off and decked him moments before he keeled over in pain, holding his head.
"Spike. What are you doing here?" Angel smiled.
Spike looked up at Angel and glared.
"I came to warn you about sneaking around stealing peoples stuff. You know what they did to thieves back in your day, Peaches. You might lose that hand next time."
Angel smiled and then went inside. Gunn glared at Spike.
"Bloody hell." He followed Angel.
Angel walked back over to the counter and grabbed a handful of his jellybeans and popped a few in his mouth and smiled.
Cordelia looked at Spike with a look of disdain.
"Before you say anything, no you can't keep him, I don't care how far he followed you home."
Angel laughed. Spike scowled.
"Well, hello to you too, Princess. For your information I'm here to warn Peaches to stay away from my crypt."
Cordelia rolled her eyes.
"Oh yeah, or what?"
Spike looked at Angel and noticed him chewing. He smiled a smug smile.
"Or he might be sorry, that's all."
"Men really don't get any more mature the older they get, do they?"
"Hey!" It came from all three men in the room, but from Angel it came in a higher pitched, and longer, singsong way. Everyone looked at Angel. His look of shock alone was enough to make Spike laugh, but he restrained himself for now.
"What did you." Angel shut up quickly as his voice came out in song.
Cordelia covered her ears.
"Angel, that's not funny."
Spike burst out laughing.
Angel glared at Spike.
Gunn walked over to the radio and turned it on.
"If you're gonna sing man, at least learn." he stopped and his jaw hung open as he turned around, the thought gone from his mind. There was Angel, to the beat of the song, delivering a striptease. From the look on his face, Gunn would guess he was as surprised as the rest of him. His body was moving of its own accord.
Spike was rolling with laughter. Every time he thought he was done he'd look at Angel, stripping and laugh all the harder.
Cordelia stood there, shocked. Wesley walked in and dropped the book in his hand. The whole crew was watching Angel, stripping. Spike laughed harder. Angel looked like he was going to kill someone, and quick.
Gunn started to laugh and looked away when Angel got done with the shirt and went for the pants. He couldn't help it. It was damn funny.
Wesley's face got red.
"Angel, stop that." Angel continued. "Angel!" He didn't stop. Wesley marched over to the music and turned it off, just as Angel's pants dropped. "Angel what are you doing?"
Once the music was stopped, so was Angel. He quickly grabbed his pants and pulled them up, not able to look at the flushed Cordelia in front of him. Gunn and Spike were laughing. Wesley seemed embarrassed.
"Oh come on, mate," Spike laughed, "you have to admit, that was entertaining!"
Angel lunged for Spike, ready to rip his throat out, but Spike quickly got out of the way.
"The witch was supposed to make you sing. But that was even better! I'll have to thank her right properly when I get back." Spike smiled a huge smile.
"Willow." Angel growled. He grabbed his shirt and looked at Gunn. "Stop that. It wasn't that funny."
Gunn was still struggling for breath as he was laughing.
Spike gave Angel a silent salute before turning and walking away.
"It's alright, Peaches. Just stay away from the music for a while." Spike chuckled and turned at the door. "Oh and by the way. I win." With that Spike left.
Angel stared after him, watching him leave through the window. He cracked a small smile. It was kind of funny. Spike wanted to play, huh? Well this was far from over.