Everything Changes
Sixth in the Pokémon Music Series.
By the Lovely Angels (Starrysapphire)
Disclaimer - None of it's mine, lets just leave it at that.
Setting - Season 5 Buffy/Season 2 Angel.
"Angel?" Spike said "You're out of Weetabix again."
Angel groaned and pulled a sheet over his head.
"Angel?"
"Go away," Angel ordered "Go away and leave me to sleep in peace."
Spike looked at the sheet.
"It's my turn in the bed," he announced.
Angel shot upright "It so is not!"
"You've had it for a week!" Spike protested.
"I have not!" Angel yelped "It's my turn on the bed!"
"Mine!"
"Mine!"
The two vampires glared at each other. Spike stamped his foot.
"I want the bed!" he said petulantly.
Angel began to laugh. He collapsed onto the bed still laughing.
"What's so funny?" Spike demanded. "You," Angel said with a sigh "You, my childe. I'll sleep on the sofa."
He walked out. Spike got onto the bed, grinning.
That hasn't failed to work yet he thought triumphantly.
He was surprised by a slight wave of guilt. It was Angel's bed after all and it was nice of Angel to let him stay....
No! he told himself You're thinking like nancy boy in there!
He couldn't sleep though. He kept thinking. What was the matter with him? Ever since Buffy had sent him up to cheer Angel up because of Doyle, Spike had changed. He was helping Angel, Angel for God's sake, his poofy souled sire who he hated.
Only did he hate him? He'd been very unhappy at the idea of moving out and they referred to each other as best friends. Together forever.
Spike banged his head against the wall with a cross growl and tried to go to sleep.
* * *
After a couple of days, Angel noticed Spike was in an odd mood. He wasn't even listening to the Sex Pistols anymore (although this might have had more to do with the CD shaped pile of parcels he'd seen Cordelia sneakily putting into the buildings incinerator) and was sitting around frowning.
"Spike, what's up?" Angel asked.
Spike made a strange grunting noise.
"Come on. Tell me," Angel said.
Spike grunted louder.
(Next door, Angel's next door neighbour groaned. Now that crazy guy had bought a pig to join his snarling, growling dog!)
"Come on," Angel said, feeling puzzled "You can tell me Jessy. Best friends. What's up?"
"That!" Spike yelled.
Angel took a nervous step backwards "Huh?"
"We're not friends!" Spike yelled "We hate each other remember? Okay, we liked each other years ago but that's long past! We've hated each other for years!" "Spike, things change..." Angel began.
"No!" Spike cried "Demons don't! I hate you! We aren't best friends! Why should things change?"
Angel stood speechless as Spike continued ranting and raving.
"I mean, sure, when I was William, I liked you. We were best friends, together forever, arm in arm, Jessy and James. But I'm Spike! I'm not William! I hate you! You have a soul!"
"Don't you like me at all?" Angel asked faintly.
"I don't know," Spike practically howled "It's all different and it isn't easy!"
He turned and ran off, locking himself in the bathroom. Angel stared after him, his feelings all mixed up.
"Things change," he whispered again.
A thought began to buzz round his mind.
On the other side of the wall, Angel's neighbour phoned a supply store and ordered a pair of ear plugs. The newly weds were fighting again.
* * * *
"Why have you dragged me out here?" Spike asked "Even more importantly, what are you doing in LA?"
Buffy smiled at him.
"Seeing how you lot are," she said.
"In a karaoke bar?" Spike said.
Buffy said nothing. She was looking at the stage.
"Oh no Slayer," Spike groaned "I'm outta here!"
He turned to go and found himself facing Riley and Xander blocking the door, Riley wielding a formidable looking axe. He looked for the back door and spotted it guarded by Wesley and Faith, Faith absentmindedly examining a large hammer.
"You bitch Slayer," he said grumpily, turning to the stage.
Angel was standing there. He smiled sheepishly around. A couple of people were cheering him, recognising him from times past.
"I'm here to sing for Spike," he said into the microphone "To give him a lesson on life."
Spike sat down and stared closely at his sire as Angel began to sing.
"Your heart's beating around the clock. Time tickin' away, it doesn't stop. Evolution is takin' place. The world is spinning and changing every day. Anything you think of with a name. There isn't anything in life that ever stays the same. Everything changes, changes. Things are changing constantly. Everything changes, changes. It's evolutionary. Everything changes, changes, Changing all the time, playing with your mind, modified or rearranged. Everything has got to change."
Buffy sneaked a look at Spike. He was staring at Angel looking like a fog was clearing from his mind.
"You take a chance, you throw the dice. You risk it all, it's just a part of life. You hold on tight to what you know. You can't hold back, you've got to let it go. Every little step that you embrace. One road ends, another begins and takes you to a better place."
Angel began the chorus again. He smiled gently at Buffy and Spike.
He's right Spike thought.
"See?" Buffy said softly.
"My poofy boy sire, Jessy is right," Spike said.
"He's James," Buffy said.
Spike turned and glared murderously at her. Buffy grinned at him.
"Everything you think with a name," Angel sang "There isn't anything in life that ever stays the same."
Spike grinned happily as Angel completed his song. The room broke into applause.
"Do the Team Rocket song now!" someone yelled.
Angel laughed and jumped off the stage. He walked over to Spike. "Understand now?" he asked.
"Everything changes," Spike said dryly "Yes, I get it, best friend, together forever, arm in arm, Jessy."
"I'm James!" Angel said.
Spike tucked his arm through Angel's and the two walked out together. The Scobies went over to Buffy.
"That worked," Faith said.
"I have a question though," Xander said.
"What?" Buffy asked.
"Which one is James?" Xander asked.
There was a thoughtful pause.
"You know what?" Buffy said "I don't think they are Jessy and James. I think they're Jessy and Meowth!"
"So does that make Drusilla James?" Faith asked.
Everyone groaned.
* * * *
"Damn it!"
Spike turned to look at Angel. Angel had hit himself with his fist.
"Pokémon again!" Angel wailed "Another fitting Pokémon song! And I swore I'd never sing another Pokémon song!"
"You know what's really freaky?" Spike said.
"What?" Angel asked.
"Half of these fit in for our past too," Spike said.
Angel frowned.
"You're right," he said "Team Rocket, Together Forever, Best Friend..."
"And then after you left, Everything Changes and The Time has Come for me," Spike pointed out.
"And Pokémon theme before I met you," Angel said "Well, sort of. I wanted to be the best vampire and train lots of little vampires. And then I got you and I had this really good helper..."
The two vampires looked at each other.
"This is getting very strange indeed," Angel said thoughtfully.
Spike was compelled to agree.
The End.
Sixth in the Pokémon Music Series.
By the Lovely Angels (Starrysapphire)
Disclaimer - None of it's mine, lets just leave it at that.
Setting - Season 5 Buffy/Season 2 Angel.
"Angel?" Spike said "You're out of Weetabix again."
Angel groaned and pulled a sheet over his head.
"Angel?"
"Go away," Angel ordered "Go away and leave me to sleep in peace."
Spike looked at the sheet.
"It's my turn in the bed," he announced.
Angel shot upright "It so is not!"
"You've had it for a week!" Spike protested.
"I have not!" Angel yelped "It's my turn on the bed!"
"Mine!"
"Mine!"
The two vampires glared at each other. Spike stamped his foot.
"I want the bed!" he said petulantly.
Angel began to laugh. He collapsed onto the bed still laughing.
"What's so funny?" Spike demanded. "You," Angel said with a sigh "You, my childe. I'll sleep on the sofa."
He walked out. Spike got onto the bed, grinning.
That hasn't failed to work yet he thought triumphantly.
He was surprised by a slight wave of guilt. It was Angel's bed after all and it was nice of Angel to let him stay....
No! he told himself You're thinking like nancy boy in there!
He couldn't sleep though. He kept thinking. What was the matter with him? Ever since Buffy had sent him up to cheer Angel up because of Doyle, Spike had changed. He was helping Angel, Angel for God's sake, his poofy souled sire who he hated.
Only did he hate him? He'd been very unhappy at the idea of moving out and they referred to each other as best friends. Together forever.
Spike banged his head against the wall with a cross growl and tried to go to sleep.
* * *
After a couple of days, Angel noticed Spike was in an odd mood. He wasn't even listening to the Sex Pistols anymore (although this might have had more to do with the CD shaped pile of parcels he'd seen Cordelia sneakily putting into the buildings incinerator) and was sitting around frowning.
"Spike, what's up?" Angel asked.
Spike made a strange grunting noise.
"Come on. Tell me," Angel said.
Spike grunted louder.
(Next door, Angel's next door neighbour groaned. Now that crazy guy had bought a pig to join his snarling, growling dog!)
"Come on," Angel said, feeling puzzled "You can tell me Jessy. Best friends. What's up?"
"That!" Spike yelled.
Angel took a nervous step backwards "Huh?"
"We're not friends!" Spike yelled "We hate each other remember? Okay, we liked each other years ago but that's long past! We've hated each other for years!" "Spike, things change..." Angel began.
"No!" Spike cried "Demons don't! I hate you! We aren't best friends! Why should things change?"
Angel stood speechless as Spike continued ranting and raving.
"I mean, sure, when I was William, I liked you. We were best friends, together forever, arm in arm, Jessy and James. But I'm Spike! I'm not William! I hate you! You have a soul!"
"Don't you like me at all?" Angel asked faintly.
"I don't know," Spike practically howled "It's all different and it isn't easy!"
He turned and ran off, locking himself in the bathroom. Angel stared after him, his feelings all mixed up.
"Things change," he whispered again.
A thought began to buzz round his mind.
On the other side of the wall, Angel's neighbour phoned a supply store and ordered a pair of ear plugs. The newly weds were fighting again.
* * * *
"Why have you dragged me out here?" Spike asked "Even more importantly, what are you doing in LA?"
Buffy smiled at him.
"Seeing how you lot are," she said.
"In a karaoke bar?" Spike said.
Buffy said nothing. She was looking at the stage.
"Oh no Slayer," Spike groaned "I'm outta here!"
He turned to go and found himself facing Riley and Xander blocking the door, Riley wielding a formidable looking axe. He looked for the back door and spotted it guarded by Wesley and Faith, Faith absentmindedly examining a large hammer.
"You bitch Slayer," he said grumpily, turning to the stage.
Angel was standing there. He smiled sheepishly around. A couple of people were cheering him, recognising him from times past.
"I'm here to sing for Spike," he said into the microphone "To give him a lesson on life."
Spike sat down and stared closely at his sire as Angel began to sing.
"Your heart's beating around the clock. Time tickin' away, it doesn't stop. Evolution is takin' place. The world is spinning and changing every day. Anything you think of with a name. There isn't anything in life that ever stays the same. Everything changes, changes. Things are changing constantly. Everything changes, changes. It's evolutionary. Everything changes, changes, Changing all the time, playing with your mind, modified or rearranged. Everything has got to change."
Buffy sneaked a look at Spike. He was staring at Angel looking like a fog was clearing from his mind.
"You take a chance, you throw the dice. You risk it all, it's just a part of life. You hold on tight to what you know. You can't hold back, you've got to let it go. Every little step that you embrace. One road ends, another begins and takes you to a better place."
Angel began the chorus again. He smiled gently at Buffy and Spike.
He's right Spike thought.
"See?" Buffy said softly.
"My poofy boy sire, Jessy is right," Spike said.
"He's James," Buffy said.
Spike turned and glared murderously at her. Buffy grinned at him.
"Everything you think with a name," Angel sang "There isn't anything in life that ever stays the same."
Spike grinned happily as Angel completed his song. The room broke into applause.
"Do the Team Rocket song now!" someone yelled.
Angel laughed and jumped off the stage. He walked over to Spike. "Understand now?" he asked.
"Everything changes," Spike said dryly "Yes, I get it, best friend, together forever, arm in arm, Jessy."
"I'm James!" Angel said.
Spike tucked his arm through Angel's and the two walked out together. The Scobies went over to Buffy.
"That worked," Faith said.
"I have a question though," Xander said.
"What?" Buffy asked.
"Which one is James?" Xander asked.
There was a thoughtful pause.
"You know what?" Buffy said "I don't think they are Jessy and James. I think they're Jessy and Meowth!"
"So does that make Drusilla James?" Faith asked.
Everyone groaned.
* * * *
"Damn it!"
Spike turned to look at Angel. Angel had hit himself with his fist.
"Pokémon again!" Angel wailed "Another fitting Pokémon song! And I swore I'd never sing another Pokémon song!"
"You know what's really freaky?" Spike said.
"What?" Angel asked.
"Half of these fit in for our past too," Spike said.
Angel frowned.
"You're right," he said "Team Rocket, Together Forever, Best Friend..."
"And then after you left, Everything Changes and The Time has Come for me," Spike pointed out.
"And Pokémon theme before I met you," Angel said "Well, sort of. I wanted to be the best vampire and train lots of little vampires. And then I got you and I had this really good helper..."
The two vampires looked at each other.
"This is getting very strange indeed," Angel said thoughtfully.
Spike was compelled to agree.
The End.