Misty's Song.
Seventh in the Pokémon Music Series.
By the Lovely Angels (Starrysapphire)
Disclaimer - Not mine, Joss's and Pokémon peoples.
Setting - Season 5 Buffy/Season 2 Angel.
"Happy 'You were sired today' day Angel!"
Angel nearly fell down the stairs as everyone yelled.
"I'm going to kill you Spike!" he yelled down the stairs.
"You're welcome Angel! My present's on the desk!"
Angel rolled his eyes and turned back to the others. Buffy, Willow, Xander and Giles were there as well as Wesley, Cordelia and Faith.
"Spike's only doing this because he wants a present on the day he was sired you know," he said.
"Oh, don't be such a grump!" Faith said happily. She leaned forward and popped a brightly coloured party hat on his head. Angel groaned again as Spike emerged.
"Open the presents, open the presents!" he said excitedly.
"You are such a child," Angel said, picking up Spike's present.
"Well, you're ancient," Spike said "What is it now, two hundred and forty six?"
"Two hundred and forty five actually," Angel said, ripping the wrapper off Spike's present "Spike!"
"Yes sire?" Spike said innocently as the rest of the room fell about laughing.
"A six pack of condoms is not an appropriate present!" Angel moaned, putting his head in his hands.
"Well if you don't want them...." Xander began but Buffy interrupted.
"You need to open ours now!" she said.
They led Angel into the other room where there was a gigantic box, wrapped up in red and gold paper.
"We all clubbed together to afford it," Buffy said.
Angel pulled off the wrappers and opened the box.
"Neerggah!" he groaned.
"What do you think?" Faith asked.
"Its a karaoke machine!" Angel wailed.
"Your welcome," Wesley said.
"Has anyone bought me anything nice?" Angel asked.
"No!" everyone chorused.
The rest of the day was spent setting the karaoke machine up and then using it. Angel and Spike both refused to go anywhere near it but everyone else had a good time singing their favourite songs and drinking Angel's beer.
"How are you lot getting home?" Angel asked eventually "You're all over the drink/drive limit."
"Riley is going to pick us up," Buffy said "He didn't want to come to your party."
"What do you see in him?" Spike asked "He's horrible!"
"He is, isn't he?" Buffy said thoughtfully "Especially in bed. He always does this thing where he..."
"That's quite enough of that!" Wesley said quickly "One, no one here wants to know about Riley's sex habits and two, you'll regret it in the morning."
"I won't!" Buffy said "I'm dumping him after he's given us a lift home!"
"Oh good grief," Wesley said "I'm going home!"
"'Bye Wesley!" everyone yelled.
Cordelia left next, saying that she needed her sleep, she had an audition in the morning. Then Riley arrived and somehow crammed the drunken group into his car. They drove away singing 'Two hundred million thousand purple and black bottles standing on a wall'. Angel made Riley promise to phone him and tell him where they got up to before getting bored. Faith left last, taking all the remainder of the alcohol with her. Angel staggered downstairs, filled a bath with icy water and dunked his head in it. It sobered him up slightly. He then began filling water bombs with it, deciding to throw them all at Kate next time he saw her. He was just carrying a batch out when he ran into Spike. Spike was drunker than everyone and smiled happily at Angel.
"Naughty Angel," he said, waggling a finger "Angel's being a bad boy."
"Am not!" Angel said, dropping all the water bombs so he could point at Spike. They burst, causing an impressive tidal wave of cold water all over Angel's feet. Spike giggled.
"Should have given you ballet lessons for siring day," he said.
"Hah," Angel said "Even worse present that condoms!"
"Here's proper present," Spike said. He leaned foreword and kissed Angel gently on the lips.
This sobered Angel up rapidly as Spike wrapped his arms round his shoulders and kissed harder. Angel found himself instinctively responding, pulling Spike closer. His brain suddenly took control again and he pushed Spike away. Spike slipped on the water and sat down with a thump. For a moment, the two vampires just started at each other. Then Angel fled into the bedroom, leaving Spike blinking owlishly on the floor.
* * * *
Angel woke up in the morning to the sound of the phone ringing. It cut though his aching head like a knife. He grabbed it.
"Wurmmfugel?"
He grimaced and shook his head.
"I mean, hello?"
"You sound how I feel," Riley said. He sounded angry.
"When I said call me," Angel said "I meant preferably sometimes that's not.." he looked at the clock "Half past one. Oh."
"They sang the entire song," Riley said "Except they did miss out all of the numbers with one and three in because those are the evil numbers. Then Xander got bored and said that some nasty soldier man threw a grenade at the wall and blew up the remainder of the purple and black bottles."
"Oh," Angel said.
"Buffy broke up with me," Riley said.
"Oh," Angel said again "That's nice."
Riley slammed the phone down. Angel staggered out of bed (wondering what he'd done wrong) and went to find some aspirin. Spike was already there, swallowing down a handful.
"You'll be sick," Angel muttered, not meeting Spike's eye.
"I'll live," Spike said. He didn't look at Angel either.
Angel took the paracetamol and gulped down a handful of his own, carefully avoiding Spike's eyes all the time.
"Can't you even look at me?" Spike asked sadly.
"We'd better get dressed," Angel said harshly "It's half past one."
"Yeah," Spike said "Dressed."
Angel went into his bedroom, closing the door. He leant against the wood and groaned under his breath.
* * * *
The rest of the day was mostly quiet. Spike finally discovered that Cordelia had incinerated his Sex Pistols CDs and shouted until Faith began trying to force-feed him a pillow. Angel avoided everyone, deliberately pretending to read some very long and complicated book. Eventually, Spike gave up trying to talk to him and began thinking instead.
* * * *
"Angel."
Angel groaned. Someone was gently shaking him awake.
"Angel, wake up." It was Cordelia.
"What?" Angel mumbled sitting up.
"You need to come upstairs," Cordelia said. She was smiling "Come on."
Angel followed her upstairs. Cordelia led him into the room where the karaoke machine was. Angel peered though the window. The whole room was decorated with glow-in-the-dark stars. Spike was fiddling with the karaoke machine. Behind him, Cordelia faded into the darkness as Angel listened as Spike started to sing.
"Out here in the quiet of the night. Beneath the stars and moon. We both know we've got something on our minds. We won't admit. But it's true. You look at me. I look away. I want to tell you what I'm feeling but I don't know how to start, I want to tell you but now I'm afraid that you might break my heart. Oh, why should anything so easy ever be so hard to do? I want to tell you what I'm feeling and to say that, I love you."
Angel practically felt his jaw hit the floor. He searched Spike's face for signs of a 'this is all a great big joke' look but Spike looked deadly serious. He continued to sing.
"I practise all the things that I could say. Line by line. Every word. I tell myself today could be the day. But every time. I lose my nerve. I look at you. You look away."
He began the chorus again. Angel just stood, watching. His brain seemed to have forgotten how to form any words except 'Oh my God'.
"Why?" Spike said "Why do you turn away? It must be, you're afraid like me. I try, but I can't pretend that I. Don't feel for you, the way I do. Can't you see?"
He began the chorus again. Angel just stood there. He was trying to convince his legs to move again.
"I love you," Spike sang softly to finish. He dropped his head. Angel couldn't help it. He opened the door.
"Did you say something Misty?" he said softly, imitating Ash's voice again.
From Spike's horrified reaction, it was finally proved to Angel without a shadow of a doubt that Spike had in fact been singing about him.
"No!" Spike said "No, nothing! I didn't say anything! Really! I was just..."
"Singing?" Angel suggested, walking over to his embarrassed childe. Spike mumbled something incoherent. Angel grinned. He pulled Spike into a tight embrace. Spike snuggled up happily. For a while, neither of them said anything.
"Pokémon again," Angel said suddenly, thinking of it.
"Oh, ye Gods," Spike said "Lets think about that tomorrow please!"
"That sounds good," Angel remarked "And speaking of Pokémon..."
He programmed the machine. The very familiar chords played out.
"I'm James," both the vampires said at the same time.
* * * *
Angel was in the middle of a peaceful if rather strange dream about ducks flying to the moon singing 'We're Team Ducket' when he was woken up by someone bouncing on his chest.
"Angel, Angel, Angel!" Spike chanted, still leaping up and down "Up, up, up!"
"Sod off Spike before I kill you," Angel said. "You won't kill me, you love me!" Spike said.
"I hate you," Angel said, trying to push the vampire off.
"That's not what you said last night..." Spike said.
Before Angel could think of a suitable reply (which didn't involve blow jobs) there was a violent crack, Angel's bed tipped violently, sending both vampires rolling off it.
"Oops," Spike said, looking at the broken bed.
Angel started yelling.
(On the other side of the wall, Angel's next door neighbour groaned and ordered yet another pair of ear plugs).
"What's going on here?"
Angel broke off shouting at Spike to tell Cordelia (using very short, sharp words) to go away and mind her own business.
"Hey!" Cordelia said, backing away "There's no need to yell at me. I only came down because I had a vision. Do you think I'd have invaded the love nest at other times?
She frowned suddenly.
"Angel are you aware that your bed is broken?"
"Yes," Angel growled.
"Someone got some last night!" Faith yelled down the stairs.
"Faith, really!" Wesley's voice said.
"Oh come on, like you didn't know that those two were just desperate to get some bunny hopping action?"
Angel let out a screech that could be heard three blocks away.
"Bedlam!" he howled "It's bedlam! I live in a bloody madhouse!"
"What's his deal?" Cordelia asked Spike.
"No idea," Spike said innocently.
The End.
Seventh in the Pokémon Music Series.
By the Lovely Angels (Starrysapphire)
Disclaimer - Not mine, Joss's and Pokémon peoples.
Setting - Season 5 Buffy/Season 2 Angel.
"Happy 'You were sired today' day Angel!"
Angel nearly fell down the stairs as everyone yelled.
"I'm going to kill you Spike!" he yelled down the stairs.
"You're welcome Angel! My present's on the desk!"
Angel rolled his eyes and turned back to the others. Buffy, Willow, Xander and Giles were there as well as Wesley, Cordelia and Faith.
"Spike's only doing this because he wants a present on the day he was sired you know," he said.
"Oh, don't be such a grump!" Faith said happily. She leaned forward and popped a brightly coloured party hat on his head. Angel groaned again as Spike emerged.
"Open the presents, open the presents!" he said excitedly.
"You are such a child," Angel said, picking up Spike's present.
"Well, you're ancient," Spike said "What is it now, two hundred and forty six?"
"Two hundred and forty five actually," Angel said, ripping the wrapper off Spike's present "Spike!"
"Yes sire?" Spike said innocently as the rest of the room fell about laughing.
"A six pack of condoms is not an appropriate present!" Angel moaned, putting his head in his hands.
"Well if you don't want them...." Xander began but Buffy interrupted.
"You need to open ours now!" she said.
They led Angel into the other room where there was a gigantic box, wrapped up in red and gold paper.
"We all clubbed together to afford it," Buffy said.
Angel pulled off the wrappers and opened the box.
"Neerggah!" he groaned.
"What do you think?" Faith asked.
"Its a karaoke machine!" Angel wailed.
"Your welcome," Wesley said.
"Has anyone bought me anything nice?" Angel asked.
"No!" everyone chorused.
The rest of the day was spent setting the karaoke machine up and then using it. Angel and Spike both refused to go anywhere near it but everyone else had a good time singing their favourite songs and drinking Angel's beer.
"How are you lot getting home?" Angel asked eventually "You're all over the drink/drive limit."
"Riley is going to pick us up," Buffy said "He didn't want to come to your party."
"What do you see in him?" Spike asked "He's horrible!"
"He is, isn't he?" Buffy said thoughtfully "Especially in bed. He always does this thing where he..."
"That's quite enough of that!" Wesley said quickly "One, no one here wants to know about Riley's sex habits and two, you'll regret it in the morning."
"I won't!" Buffy said "I'm dumping him after he's given us a lift home!"
"Oh good grief," Wesley said "I'm going home!"
"'Bye Wesley!" everyone yelled.
Cordelia left next, saying that she needed her sleep, she had an audition in the morning. Then Riley arrived and somehow crammed the drunken group into his car. They drove away singing 'Two hundred million thousand purple and black bottles standing on a wall'. Angel made Riley promise to phone him and tell him where they got up to before getting bored. Faith left last, taking all the remainder of the alcohol with her. Angel staggered downstairs, filled a bath with icy water and dunked his head in it. It sobered him up slightly. He then began filling water bombs with it, deciding to throw them all at Kate next time he saw her. He was just carrying a batch out when he ran into Spike. Spike was drunker than everyone and smiled happily at Angel.
"Naughty Angel," he said, waggling a finger "Angel's being a bad boy."
"Am not!" Angel said, dropping all the water bombs so he could point at Spike. They burst, causing an impressive tidal wave of cold water all over Angel's feet. Spike giggled.
"Should have given you ballet lessons for siring day," he said.
"Hah," Angel said "Even worse present that condoms!"
"Here's proper present," Spike said. He leaned foreword and kissed Angel gently on the lips.
This sobered Angel up rapidly as Spike wrapped his arms round his shoulders and kissed harder. Angel found himself instinctively responding, pulling Spike closer. His brain suddenly took control again and he pushed Spike away. Spike slipped on the water and sat down with a thump. For a moment, the two vampires just started at each other. Then Angel fled into the bedroom, leaving Spike blinking owlishly on the floor.
* * * *
Angel woke up in the morning to the sound of the phone ringing. It cut though his aching head like a knife. He grabbed it.
"Wurmmfugel?"
He grimaced and shook his head.
"I mean, hello?"
"You sound how I feel," Riley said. He sounded angry.
"When I said call me," Angel said "I meant preferably sometimes that's not.." he looked at the clock "Half past one. Oh."
"They sang the entire song," Riley said "Except they did miss out all of the numbers with one and three in because those are the evil numbers. Then Xander got bored and said that some nasty soldier man threw a grenade at the wall and blew up the remainder of the purple and black bottles."
"Oh," Angel said.
"Buffy broke up with me," Riley said.
"Oh," Angel said again "That's nice."
Riley slammed the phone down. Angel staggered out of bed (wondering what he'd done wrong) and went to find some aspirin. Spike was already there, swallowing down a handful.
"You'll be sick," Angel muttered, not meeting Spike's eye.
"I'll live," Spike said. He didn't look at Angel either.
Angel took the paracetamol and gulped down a handful of his own, carefully avoiding Spike's eyes all the time.
"Can't you even look at me?" Spike asked sadly.
"We'd better get dressed," Angel said harshly "It's half past one."
"Yeah," Spike said "Dressed."
Angel went into his bedroom, closing the door. He leant against the wood and groaned under his breath.
* * * *
The rest of the day was mostly quiet. Spike finally discovered that Cordelia had incinerated his Sex Pistols CDs and shouted until Faith began trying to force-feed him a pillow. Angel avoided everyone, deliberately pretending to read some very long and complicated book. Eventually, Spike gave up trying to talk to him and began thinking instead.
* * * *
"Angel."
Angel groaned. Someone was gently shaking him awake.
"Angel, wake up." It was Cordelia.
"What?" Angel mumbled sitting up.
"You need to come upstairs," Cordelia said. She was smiling "Come on."
Angel followed her upstairs. Cordelia led him into the room where the karaoke machine was. Angel peered though the window. The whole room was decorated with glow-in-the-dark stars. Spike was fiddling with the karaoke machine. Behind him, Cordelia faded into the darkness as Angel listened as Spike started to sing.
"Out here in the quiet of the night. Beneath the stars and moon. We both know we've got something on our minds. We won't admit. But it's true. You look at me. I look away. I want to tell you what I'm feeling but I don't know how to start, I want to tell you but now I'm afraid that you might break my heart. Oh, why should anything so easy ever be so hard to do? I want to tell you what I'm feeling and to say that, I love you."
Angel practically felt his jaw hit the floor. He searched Spike's face for signs of a 'this is all a great big joke' look but Spike looked deadly serious. He continued to sing.
"I practise all the things that I could say. Line by line. Every word. I tell myself today could be the day. But every time. I lose my nerve. I look at you. You look away."
He began the chorus again. Angel just stood, watching. His brain seemed to have forgotten how to form any words except 'Oh my God'.
"Why?" Spike said "Why do you turn away? It must be, you're afraid like me. I try, but I can't pretend that I. Don't feel for you, the way I do. Can't you see?"
He began the chorus again. Angel just stood there. He was trying to convince his legs to move again.
"I love you," Spike sang softly to finish. He dropped his head. Angel couldn't help it. He opened the door.
"Did you say something Misty?" he said softly, imitating Ash's voice again.
From Spike's horrified reaction, it was finally proved to Angel without a shadow of a doubt that Spike had in fact been singing about him.
"No!" Spike said "No, nothing! I didn't say anything! Really! I was just..."
"Singing?" Angel suggested, walking over to his embarrassed childe. Spike mumbled something incoherent. Angel grinned. He pulled Spike into a tight embrace. Spike snuggled up happily. For a while, neither of them said anything.
"Pokémon again," Angel said suddenly, thinking of it.
"Oh, ye Gods," Spike said "Lets think about that tomorrow please!"
"That sounds good," Angel remarked "And speaking of Pokémon..."
He programmed the machine. The very familiar chords played out.
"I'm James," both the vampires said at the same time.
* * * *
Angel was in the middle of a peaceful if rather strange dream about ducks flying to the moon singing 'We're Team Ducket' when he was woken up by someone bouncing on his chest.
"Angel, Angel, Angel!" Spike chanted, still leaping up and down "Up, up, up!"
"Sod off Spike before I kill you," Angel said. "You won't kill me, you love me!" Spike said.
"I hate you," Angel said, trying to push the vampire off.
"That's not what you said last night..." Spike said.
Before Angel could think of a suitable reply (which didn't involve blow jobs) there was a violent crack, Angel's bed tipped violently, sending both vampires rolling off it.
"Oops," Spike said, looking at the broken bed.
Angel started yelling.
(On the other side of the wall, Angel's next door neighbour groaned and ordered yet another pair of ear plugs).
"What's going on here?"
Angel broke off shouting at Spike to tell Cordelia (using very short, sharp words) to go away and mind her own business.
"Hey!" Cordelia said, backing away "There's no need to yell at me. I only came down because I had a vision. Do you think I'd have invaded the love nest at other times?
She frowned suddenly.
"Angel are you aware that your bed is broken?"
"Yes," Angel growled.
"Someone got some last night!" Faith yelled down the stairs.
"Faith, really!" Wesley's voice said.
"Oh come on, like you didn't know that those two were just desperate to get some bunny hopping action?"
Angel let out a screech that could be heard three blocks away.
"Bedlam!" he howled "It's bedlam! I live in a bloody madhouse!"
"What's his deal?" Cordelia asked Spike.
"No idea," Spike said innocently.
The End.