The Final Thought
The Epilogue of the Pokémon Music series.
By the Lovely Angels (Starrysapphire)
Angel stood on the roof thinking. Down below, he knew, Spike was curled up, sleeping and probably dreaming. Angel sighed. Spike never seemed concerned about things like Angel was.
Yet they were destined to be together.
And brought together by Pokémon, no less.
Angel half sighed, half laughed to himself. Pokémon. Angel still despised and hated the cartoon. But the CD was in his memory box now as well as in a prized place in the CD collection. Angel only had to look at it to have his mind awash with memories; Spike and Buffy singing, himself and Spike singing, Wesley selling videos of them singing, Spike singing on national television with green hair.....
Angel knew that in a strange way, this was only the beginning. Buffy and the Scoobies and the rest of Angel Investigations would die eventually but he and Spike would be together, eternally. They would fight evil and make friends and make enemies...
And sing Pokémon a little voice said in his mind.
"Oh not you again!" Angel groaned "Go away will you?"
Hey, I made you turn on the TV that time! the voice said snappishly.
"Have you been sent by the PTB?" Angel asked.
Well I was then the voice said Now, I just popped down to see how you're doing!
"Sod off!" Angel snapped "I'm brooding up here!"
"Angel are you talking to yourself?"
Angel turned and grinned sheepishly at a sleepy Spike, mentally swearing to ask Willow to cast a spell so the voice was locked out of his mind.
You wouldn't dare! the voice squawked.
"Not really," he said, ignoring the voice.
"That'd be a yes then?" Spike said, walking over and wrapping an arm round his sire "Are you thinking deep thoughts?"
"Deep, deep thoughts," Angel said, hugging Spike. The voice snorted faintly and then went silent. Angel barely noticed.
"You're thinking about Pokémon aren't you?" Spike said.
"Not Pokémon," Angel said "Just it's effect on my life."
Spike shrugged.
"It's had a big one," Angel said.
"But a nice one," Spike said. He ran his hand though his platinum blonde hair "Although I swear I'm never going swimming again! The embarrassment! People still look at me! And this bloody chip won't let me disembowel any of 'em! When are you going to get round to removing it? I'm sick of this thing cramping my style! It's a real.... Angel, will you stop bloody laughing?"
Angel continued laughing.
"We're going to wreak havoc on the world aren't we?" he managed to choke out finally. Spike looked annoyed for a second, then grinned.
"Prepare for trouble!" he laughed.
"And make it double," Angel responded.
"Cause we're together forever.."
"Till the end..."
"Though thick and thin..."
"In a world we must defend..."
"Even though things change..."
"I'll love you..." "And we'll find the place we're fighting for..." "And we'll spread our wings and fly!"
The two vampires looked at each other and began laughing at the same time.
"We're crazy," Angel said "It's official."
"Come on," Spike said "Lets go back to bed James."
Angel was about to reply when he suddenly looked at Spike.
"You just called me James!" he said.
Spike shrugged.
"Yeah, well, you might just be James," he said "But remember, there are no witnesses to this event and no one will ever be able to prove that I admitted that you are the James in our relationship!"
Angel began to laugh helplessly.
"Shut up Jessy!" he finally managed.
"You can't call me that in public!" Spike warmed.
"And why not?" Angel enquired teasingly.
"Cause if you do, I'll withhold Pokémon CD rights for a month!"
"You wouldn't!" "I would!"
"Bastard!"
"Soul-boy!"
"Nutcase!"
"Pikachu!" Angel pretended to faint in outrage. Spike laughed.
"I win! I win!"
"You just wait!" Angel replied.
Spike laughed again.
"See you in bed," he said.
Angel nodded. As Spike left, Angel looked back at the light-studded city of Los Angeles. The City of Angels.
"Prepare for trouble," he repeated softly and then followed Spike down to his room.
The Real Actual End (I expect)
The Epilogue of the Pokémon Music series.
By the Lovely Angels (Starrysapphire)
Angel stood on the roof thinking. Down below, he knew, Spike was curled up, sleeping and probably dreaming. Angel sighed. Spike never seemed concerned about things like Angel was.
Yet they were destined to be together.
And brought together by Pokémon, no less.
Angel half sighed, half laughed to himself. Pokémon. Angel still despised and hated the cartoon. But the CD was in his memory box now as well as in a prized place in the CD collection. Angel only had to look at it to have his mind awash with memories; Spike and Buffy singing, himself and Spike singing, Wesley selling videos of them singing, Spike singing on national television with green hair.....
Angel knew that in a strange way, this was only the beginning. Buffy and the Scoobies and the rest of Angel Investigations would die eventually but he and Spike would be together, eternally. They would fight evil and make friends and make enemies...
And sing Pokémon a little voice said in his mind.
"Oh not you again!" Angel groaned "Go away will you?"
Hey, I made you turn on the TV that time! the voice said snappishly.
"Have you been sent by the PTB?" Angel asked.
Well I was then the voice said Now, I just popped down to see how you're doing!
"Sod off!" Angel snapped "I'm brooding up here!"
"Angel are you talking to yourself?"
Angel turned and grinned sheepishly at a sleepy Spike, mentally swearing to ask Willow to cast a spell so the voice was locked out of his mind.
You wouldn't dare! the voice squawked.
"Not really," he said, ignoring the voice.
"That'd be a yes then?" Spike said, walking over and wrapping an arm round his sire "Are you thinking deep thoughts?"
"Deep, deep thoughts," Angel said, hugging Spike. The voice snorted faintly and then went silent. Angel barely noticed.
"You're thinking about Pokémon aren't you?" Spike said.
"Not Pokémon," Angel said "Just it's effect on my life."
Spike shrugged.
"It's had a big one," Angel said.
"But a nice one," Spike said. He ran his hand though his platinum blonde hair "Although I swear I'm never going swimming again! The embarrassment! People still look at me! And this bloody chip won't let me disembowel any of 'em! When are you going to get round to removing it? I'm sick of this thing cramping my style! It's a real.... Angel, will you stop bloody laughing?"
Angel continued laughing.
"We're going to wreak havoc on the world aren't we?" he managed to choke out finally. Spike looked annoyed for a second, then grinned.
"Prepare for trouble!" he laughed.
"And make it double," Angel responded.
"Cause we're together forever.."
"Till the end..."
"Though thick and thin..."
"In a world we must defend..."
"Even though things change..."
"I'll love you..." "And we'll find the place we're fighting for..." "And we'll spread our wings and fly!"
The two vampires looked at each other and began laughing at the same time.
"We're crazy," Angel said "It's official."
"Come on," Spike said "Lets go back to bed James."
Angel was about to reply when he suddenly looked at Spike.
"You just called me James!" he said.
Spike shrugged.
"Yeah, well, you might just be James," he said "But remember, there are no witnesses to this event and no one will ever be able to prove that I admitted that you are the James in our relationship!"
Angel began to laugh helplessly.
"Shut up Jessy!" he finally managed.
"You can't call me that in public!" Spike warmed.
"And why not?" Angel enquired teasingly.
"Cause if you do, I'll withhold Pokémon CD rights for a month!"
"You wouldn't!" "I would!"
"Bastard!"
"Soul-boy!"
"Nutcase!"
"Pikachu!" Angel pretended to faint in outrage. Spike laughed.
"I win! I win!"
"You just wait!" Angel replied.
Spike laughed again.
"See you in bed," he said.
Angel nodded. As Spike left, Angel looked back at the light-studded city of Los Angeles. The City of Angels.
"Prepare for trouble," he repeated softly and then followed Spike down to his room.
The Real Actual End (I expect)