Viridian City
Eighth in the Pokémon Music Series.
By the Lovely Angels (Starrysapphire)
Disclaimer - Believe it or not, nothing belongs to me.
Setting - Angel Season 2/Buffy Season 5
When Faith sidled into Angel's flat, wearing her best I-am-completely-innocent-of all-crimes-and-should-you-find-me-guilty-please-don't-hurt-me look, Angel knew it was going to be one of those days.
"What is it Faith?" he asked.
"Nothing," Faith said chirpily "Nothing. Just... you know that karaoke machine?"
"Yes...," Angel said.
"Was it extra, extra important to you?" Faith asked.
"Quite yes. it meant I could make a fool of myself in private, rather than make a fool of myself in public," Angel said.
"Oh," Faith said. She was sidling again, this time towards the door. "Faith?" Angel asked.
"Well, it may, just may have broken," Faith said.
"Broken?" Angel asked, his voice going to a whisper.
"Well there was this guy and this girl - totally not me - and they were talking and then the guy wanted to do something the girl didn't want to do and so the girl sort of punched him and he fell into this karaoke machine," Faith said.
"FAITH!" Angel roared. He rushed up the stairs, Faith nervously following.
Angel stared at the karaoke machine in horror. It was obviously broken.
"Where did this girl - so totally not you - go?" he asked, his voice quietly deadly.
Faith looked at her boss considering. Angel's game face was trying to get on his face.
"Away," she said, running very fast.
* * * *
Angel was still sitting next to the karaoke machine when Cordelia marched in.
"It's only a karaoke machine," she said.
"He's more than that!" Angel said "He had a personality!"
"Like never playing anything that was even remotely good?" Cordelia said "And what's with the he? It's a machine."
"He's not a machine," Angel said "His name was Bertram."
"Bertram?"
"Spike named him. He was drunk," Angel said defensively.
Cordelia groaned.
"Yeah. Whatever. Listen Angel, Faith is now hiding in my apartment. You are sitting, crying over a machine. Now stop it!"
"He was a friend," Angel said "He stopped me looking silly in front of strangers."
Cordelia snorted.
"That's what you think. Wesley's been filming you two singing and selling them off as humorous musical videos," she said.
Angel looked up, looking horrified.
"Kidding," Cordelia said, rolling her eyes.
Angel sighed and looked down again.
"I could call Spike," Cordelia suggested. "He had to have a holiday now," Angel said.
"He's only in Sunnydale for a couple of days," Cordelia said "Buffy needed his help."
"Yeah," Angel said flatly.
Cordelia gave up and left.
* * * *
Angel's black mood continued over the next few days. Wesley sent 'Bertram' to a repair shop but Angel insisted that it would never be the same. Faith only dared show her face once and Angel threw large amounts of ice cubes at her (no one was sure why ice cubes but Angel seemed to have a large stock of them). Angel refused to cheer up and sat in the dark listening to the Pokémon CD.
* * * *
"Hi lover!"
Angel jerked awake from another one of his strange dreams (this time he was dreaming about a large chimpanzee which was apparently seducing Asuka from Neon Genesis, Evangellion) by Spike's familiar voice.
"Spike?" he mumbled.
"Who else calls you lover Peaches?" Spike asked.
"No one now," Angel said.
Spike frowned.
"What's up mate?" he asked "Cordy told me about Bertram but that's not the only thing bothering you."
Angel shrugged.
"I don't know," he admitted "I just feel gloomy."
"Brooding?" Spike suggested.
"No," Angel said.
Spike shrugged.
"Sorted out the trouble in Sunnyhell," he said brightly "It was all Riley's fault. He shagged this demon lady and she got pregnant and she got miffed when he declined fathership and summoned up her relations to smite revenge and she had a lot of relations."
"How did Buffy take this?" Angel asked.
"She wanted to kill him and so she got her new boyfriend to kick his ass," Spike said.
"New boyfriend?" Angel said, his voice catching slightly. Spike didn't hear.
"Yeah. He barely speaks English. He called Yelir or something and he is b-i-g," Spike said.
"Huh," Angel said, picking at the bedsheets.
"Yeah well, it won't last," Spike said "He's going back to Kalalumpa or wherever. So he's just a fling."
"Yeah," Angel said flatly. He stood up "I need a drink."
Spike stared after his sire, blinking owlishly as Angel walked into the kitchen.
"Was it something I said?" he muttered.
* * * *
After a few days, Spike knew there was something wrong with his lover. Angel wasn't drinking the horrible coffee anymore (actually, Spike felt that there had to be something wrong with him to consider Angel not drinking horrible coffee was a warning sign that something was wrong with Angel!) and he wasn't talking much notice of anything around him. He was even ignoring Spike. He didn't seem to notice much when Faith returned to work.
"What is going on?" he asked Angel one day.
"Nothing," Angel said.
"Angel," Spike said "Are you going to make me repeat the speech about Jessy and James and best friends and Pokémon? What's up?"
"Life," Angel said.
"Huh?" Spike said. "It goes on Spike," Angel said "It's passing me by. I can't do things, have no control. Buffy gets her new boyfriend, I get nothing." "Hey!" Spike squawked but Angel just continued. "I can't go out in the sun, can't do so many things that people take for granted. I can't Spike. I can't carry on like this! Nothing matters Spike, nothing I do matters! Everything just carries on!"
Angel rushed out leaving Spike behind. Eventually, Spike managed to squeeze out a sentence.
"One broken karaoke machine and he starts getting philosophical on me?"
* * * * Angel wouldn't cheer up no matter what Spike did. He kept asking impossible questions. The question why seemed to feature a lot.
"Will you stop asking why!" Spike shrieked finally "Because! There's your answer, because!"
Angel looked at him quite flatly and then turned away. Spike groaned. He walked upstairs and dialled a number.
"Hello, Jon's karaoke bar?"
* * * *
Angel allowed himself to be led, without protest, to the now extra familiar karaoke bar. Faith sat him down and disappeared, leaving Cordelia and Wesley to make small talk. Abruptly they stopped and wandered off to, leaving Angel alone too. For a while, he just sat there until a voice suddenly called:
"Is there an Angel in the house tonight?"
Angel looked up and around. The stage was dark and the voice unfamiliar.
"If there is, his friends have a message to deliver to him!" the voice called.
Music began and the stage lit up. Angel stared.
Standing on the stage were Spike, Buffy, Willow, Xander, Tara, Anya, Giles, Wesley, Cordelia, and Faith. Spike was standing in the centre, the others were standing in a semi-circle around him. Buffy began first.
"We're on the road, on the road," she chanted "On the road, on the road."
"On the road to Viridian City! On the road to Viridian City!" everyone chorused. Buffy continued doing the backing with "I'm on my way, I'm on the road, on the road." Then Spike began the first verse.
"We're built a team and we've been training all day long," he sang "We're on the road and getting strong. Now here's the plan, we're gonna' head down to the forest. Time to collect some Pokémon."
"Gotta catch 'em all, gotta catch 'em all," Buffy said.
Angel blinked, watching them. Spike caught his eyes and held them. "We keep on tryin', tryin' and then we try some more. To stay together and find a place we're fighting for."
Everyone joined in for the chorus
"Oh, I'm on the road the Viridian City! Meet my friends along the way. We're on the road to Viridian City. I got a badge and the power to play!"
Spike began the next verse. Most people were looking at Angel now, especially all the people who'd come across him and Spike before.
"I left my home and now I see a new horizon. But one day I'll come back to Pallet Town. I'm on the road to be the greatest trainer and I won't quit until I'm number one! We keep on tryin', tryin' and then we try some more! To stay together and find a place we're fighting for!"
"I'm on a road!" everyone sang.
At that point the song split into lots of different parts. Angel watched as the all sang and danced. At the end, the room broke into delighted applause.
"Another one! Another one!" some idiot started yelled.
"Well, who are we to disappoint?" Spike called.
Another song began. My Best Friend. Instantly, the Scooby gang split into groups, Buffy, Willow and Xander, Giles and Wesley, Cordelia, Faith, Anya and Tara. Only Spike was alone. As he began to sing, he extended a finger and beckoned to Angel. Angel half groaned, half laughed and leaped up onto the stage to join his friends and lover.
Really he thought It's my best friends.
This thought had struck everyone.
"'Till the end, I will be with you! We will go where our dreams come true! All the times that we have been though! You will always be my best friends!" they all chorused.
The bar joined in, improvising the words slightly when they didn't know them. Angel overheard some decidedly odd lyrics and struggled to keep a straight face. Spike whirled him round and threw his arms dramatically round Angel's neck as the song finished. Everyone laughed and applauded again.
"Team Rocket!" someone yelled. It quickly became a chant "Team Rocket! Team Rocket! Team Rocket!"
"I think we'll vacate the stage," Buffy said "We wouldn't want to disturb the professionals."
They all left except for Spike and Angel. Abruptly, Buffy returned. She grabbed the microphone and spoke to the audience.
"From the response I can see that most of you know these two gentlemen!" she called. Cheers greeted her "And from people who know them so well, we can expect an honest answer. Which one is James?"
There was a pause then someone yelled.
"Both of 'em!"
"You're drunk!" Angel yelled "I'm James!"
"No!" Spike yelled "I'm James!"
"No you aint!" someone shouted "She's James!"
Everyone began pointing at Buffy laughing.
"So who does that make us?" Angel asked. "Jessy and Meowth of course," Buffy said calmly.
* * * *
Some time later, they were all sitting at Angel's apartment.
"Oh Buffy," Angel said suddenly "How's Yelir?"
"Who?" Buffy asked, frowning.
"Yelir. Your new boyfriend," Angel said.
There was a pause. Everyone glared at Spike. "It's Riley backwards. I couldn't resist!" Spike said.
"Yes," Angel said thoughtfully "Do you know what ni daeh ruoy kcik ot gniog ma I means?"
"No.." Spike said uncertainly as Angel began to advance.
"I am going to kick your head in," Angel said.
"Now wait a moment mate..." Spike began pleadingingly.
At that moment, there was a knock on the door. Angel went to answer it. There was small man there, smiling nervously and clutching a video.
"I saw you at the karaoke bar," he said "You ought to advertise when you're giving live concerts. I followed you home. I was wondering if you and Spike could sign this." He held up the video.
"What is it?" Angel asked.
"One of your videos," the man said "It's of you and Spike singing. You sing Octopus Garden the Spike sings Angeleyes and then you both do Team Rocket and Together Forever. It's my favourite."
Angel slammed the door.
"WESLEY!"
The End.
Eighth in the Pokémon Music Series.
By the Lovely Angels (Starrysapphire)
Disclaimer - Believe it or not, nothing belongs to me.
Setting - Angel Season 2/Buffy Season 5
When Faith sidled into Angel's flat, wearing her best I-am-completely-innocent-of all-crimes-and-should-you-find-me-guilty-please-don't-hurt-me look, Angel knew it was going to be one of those days.
"What is it Faith?" he asked.
"Nothing," Faith said chirpily "Nothing. Just... you know that karaoke machine?"
"Yes...," Angel said.
"Was it extra, extra important to you?" Faith asked.
"Quite yes. it meant I could make a fool of myself in private, rather than make a fool of myself in public," Angel said.
"Oh," Faith said. She was sidling again, this time towards the door. "Faith?" Angel asked.
"Well, it may, just may have broken," Faith said.
"Broken?" Angel asked, his voice going to a whisper.
"Well there was this guy and this girl - totally not me - and they were talking and then the guy wanted to do something the girl didn't want to do and so the girl sort of punched him and he fell into this karaoke machine," Faith said.
"FAITH!" Angel roared. He rushed up the stairs, Faith nervously following.
Angel stared at the karaoke machine in horror. It was obviously broken.
"Where did this girl - so totally not you - go?" he asked, his voice quietly deadly.
Faith looked at her boss considering. Angel's game face was trying to get on his face.
"Away," she said, running very fast.
* * * *
Angel was still sitting next to the karaoke machine when Cordelia marched in.
"It's only a karaoke machine," she said.
"He's more than that!" Angel said "He had a personality!"
"Like never playing anything that was even remotely good?" Cordelia said "And what's with the he? It's a machine."
"He's not a machine," Angel said "His name was Bertram."
"Bertram?"
"Spike named him. He was drunk," Angel said defensively.
Cordelia groaned.
"Yeah. Whatever. Listen Angel, Faith is now hiding in my apartment. You are sitting, crying over a machine. Now stop it!"
"He was a friend," Angel said "He stopped me looking silly in front of strangers."
Cordelia snorted.
"That's what you think. Wesley's been filming you two singing and selling them off as humorous musical videos," she said.
Angel looked up, looking horrified.
"Kidding," Cordelia said, rolling her eyes.
Angel sighed and looked down again.
"I could call Spike," Cordelia suggested. "He had to have a holiday now," Angel said.
"He's only in Sunnydale for a couple of days," Cordelia said "Buffy needed his help."
"Yeah," Angel said flatly.
Cordelia gave up and left.
* * * *
Angel's black mood continued over the next few days. Wesley sent 'Bertram' to a repair shop but Angel insisted that it would never be the same. Faith only dared show her face once and Angel threw large amounts of ice cubes at her (no one was sure why ice cubes but Angel seemed to have a large stock of them). Angel refused to cheer up and sat in the dark listening to the Pokémon CD.
* * * *
"Hi lover!"
Angel jerked awake from another one of his strange dreams (this time he was dreaming about a large chimpanzee which was apparently seducing Asuka from Neon Genesis, Evangellion) by Spike's familiar voice.
"Spike?" he mumbled.
"Who else calls you lover Peaches?" Spike asked.
"No one now," Angel said.
Spike frowned.
"What's up mate?" he asked "Cordy told me about Bertram but that's not the only thing bothering you."
Angel shrugged.
"I don't know," he admitted "I just feel gloomy."
"Brooding?" Spike suggested.
"No," Angel said.
Spike shrugged.
"Sorted out the trouble in Sunnyhell," he said brightly "It was all Riley's fault. He shagged this demon lady and she got pregnant and she got miffed when he declined fathership and summoned up her relations to smite revenge and she had a lot of relations."
"How did Buffy take this?" Angel asked.
"She wanted to kill him and so she got her new boyfriend to kick his ass," Spike said.
"New boyfriend?" Angel said, his voice catching slightly. Spike didn't hear.
"Yeah. He barely speaks English. He called Yelir or something and he is b-i-g," Spike said.
"Huh," Angel said, picking at the bedsheets.
"Yeah well, it won't last," Spike said "He's going back to Kalalumpa or wherever. So he's just a fling."
"Yeah," Angel said flatly. He stood up "I need a drink."
Spike stared after his sire, blinking owlishly as Angel walked into the kitchen.
"Was it something I said?" he muttered.
* * * *
After a few days, Spike knew there was something wrong with his lover. Angel wasn't drinking the horrible coffee anymore (actually, Spike felt that there had to be something wrong with him to consider Angel not drinking horrible coffee was a warning sign that something was wrong with Angel!) and he wasn't talking much notice of anything around him. He was even ignoring Spike. He didn't seem to notice much when Faith returned to work.
"What is going on?" he asked Angel one day.
"Nothing," Angel said.
"Angel," Spike said "Are you going to make me repeat the speech about Jessy and James and best friends and Pokémon? What's up?"
"Life," Angel said.
"Huh?" Spike said. "It goes on Spike," Angel said "It's passing me by. I can't do things, have no control. Buffy gets her new boyfriend, I get nothing." "Hey!" Spike squawked but Angel just continued. "I can't go out in the sun, can't do so many things that people take for granted. I can't Spike. I can't carry on like this! Nothing matters Spike, nothing I do matters! Everything just carries on!"
Angel rushed out leaving Spike behind. Eventually, Spike managed to squeeze out a sentence.
"One broken karaoke machine and he starts getting philosophical on me?"
* * * * Angel wouldn't cheer up no matter what Spike did. He kept asking impossible questions. The question why seemed to feature a lot.
"Will you stop asking why!" Spike shrieked finally "Because! There's your answer, because!"
Angel looked at him quite flatly and then turned away. Spike groaned. He walked upstairs and dialled a number.
"Hello, Jon's karaoke bar?"
* * * *
Angel allowed himself to be led, without protest, to the now extra familiar karaoke bar. Faith sat him down and disappeared, leaving Cordelia and Wesley to make small talk. Abruptly they stopped and wandered off to, leaving Angel alone too. For a while, he just sat there until a voice suddenly called:
"Is there an Angel in the house tonight?"
Angel looked up and around. The stage was dark and the voice unfamiliar.
"If there is, his friends have a message to deliver to him!" the voice called.
Music began and the stage lit up. Angel stared.
Standing on the stage were Spike, Buffy, Willow, Xander, Tara, Anya, Giles, Wesley, Cordelia, and Faith. Spike was standing in the centre, the others were standing in a semi-circle around him. Buffy began first.
"We're on the road, on the road," she chanted "On the road, on the road."
"On the road to Viridian City! On the road to Viridian City!" everyone chorused. Buffy continued doing the backing with "I'm on my way, I'm on the road, on the road." Then Spike began the first verse.
"We're built a team and we've been training all day long," he sang "We're on the road and getting strong. Now here's the plan, we're gonna' head down to the forest. Time to collect some Pokémon."
"Gotta catch 'em all, gotta catch 'em all," Buffy said.
Angel blinked, watching them. Spike caught his eyes and held them. "We keep on tryin', tryin' and then we try some more. To stay together and find a place we're fighting for."
Everyone joined in for the chorus
"Oh, I'm on the road the Viridian City! Meet my friends along the way. We're on the road to Viridian City. I got a badge and the power to play!"
Spike began the next verse. Most people were looking at Angel now, especially all the people who'd come across him and Spike before.
"I left my home and now I see a new horizon. But one day I'll come back to Pallet Town. I'm on the road to be the greatest trainer and I won't quit until I'm number one! We keep on tryin', tryin' and then we try some more! To stay together and find a place we're fighting for!"
"I'm on a road!" everyone sang.
At that point the song split into lots of different parts. Angel watched as the all sang and danced. At the end, the room broke into delighted applause.
"Another one! Another one!" some idiot started yelled.
"Well, who are we to disappoint?" Spike called.
Another song began. My Best Friend. Instantly, the Scooby gang split into groups, Buffy, Willow and Xander, Giles and Wesley, Cordelia, Faith, Anya and Tara. Only Spike was alone. As he began to sing, he extended a finger and beckoned to Angel. Angel half groaned, half laughed and leaped up onto the stage to join his friends and lover.
Really he thought It's my best friends.
This thought had struck everyone.
"'Till the end, I will be with you! We will go where our dreams come true! All the times that we have been though! You will always be my best friends!" they all chorused.
The bar joined in, improvising the words slightly when they didn't know them. Angel overheard some decidedly odd lyrics and struggled to keep a straight face. Spike whirled him round and threw his arms dramatically round Angel's neck as the song finished. Everyone laughed and applauded again.
"Team Rocket!" someone yelled. It quickly became a chant "Team Rocket! Team Rocket! Team Rocket!"
"I think we'll vacate the stage," Buffy said "We wouldn't want to disturb the professionals."
They all left except for Spike and Angel. Abruptly, Buffy returned. She grabbed the microphone and spoke to the audience.
"From the response I can see that most of you know these two gentlemen!" she called. Cheers greeted her "And from people who know them so well, we can expect an honest answer. Which one is James?"
There was a pause then someone yelled.
"Both of 'em!"
"You're drunk!" Angel yelled "I'm James!"
"No!" Spike yelled "I'm James!"
"No you aint!" someone shouted "She's James!"
Everyone began pointing at Buffy laughing.
"So who does that make us?" Angel asked. "Jessy and Meowth of course," Buffy said calmly.
* * * *
Some time later, they were all sitting at Angel's apartment.
"Oh Buffy," Angel said suddenly "How's Yelir?"
"Who?" Buffy asked, frowning.
"Yelir. Your new boyfriend," Angel said.
There was a pause. Everyone glared at Spike. "It's Riley backwards. I couldn't resist!" Spike said.
"Yes," Angel said thoughtfully "Do you know what ni daeh ruoy kcik ot gniog ma I means?"
"No.." Spike said uncertainly as Angel began to advance.
"I am going to kick your head in," Angel said.
"Now wait a moment mate..." Spike began pleadingingly.
At that moment, there was a knock on the door. Angel went to answer it. There was small man there, smiling nervously and clutching a video.
"I saw you at the karaoke bar," he said "You ought to advertise when you're giving live concerts. I followed you home. I was wondering if you and Spike could sign this." He held up the video.
"What is it?" Angel asked.
"One of your videos," the man said "It's of you and Spike singing. You sing Octopus Garden the Spike sings Angeleyes and then you both do Team Rocket and Together Forever. It's my favourite."
Angel slammed the door.
"WESLEY!"
The End.