Title: You're My Best Friend (1/1)
Series: 'Karaoke' series. Interlude 2.
Follows: 'Untitled'
Author: Horsey Spike
E-mail: HorseySpike@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: Characters don't belong to me. Joss and Co. owns them. Blah, blah, and blah. The song "You're My Best Friend," by Queen, off the album "A Night at the Opera," isn't mine either.
Distribution: SpikeNAngelFic archive and anyone else I've given permission to. All else, ask.
Spoilers: Basic Angel Season 1 spoilers, and BtVS Season 4.
Summary: Cordelia has a special request.
Author's Notes: This isn't related to the Spike/Angel relationship, but I'll send it, just cause it's part of the series. You don't want to read, don't read.
Dedicated to: People who love the best friend relationship between Angel and Cordy.
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Okay, so Angel finally got to talk to Spike. Granted, it was interupted by one of his pesky employees, no names need to be said (*cough*Cordy*cough*), and Angel was okay now.
He talke to Cordelia, told her never to go to the karaoke club again, and to stay out of his life. She gave a little sneer, and left early.
Only to have a blinding vision, that wasn't really clear. She said itwas nothing, but eventaully, have to much pressure from Angel, told about a demon hiding in the sewers. She didn't know how to describe it, so Angel just went to the sewers, killed a couple demons, and that was that.
When he got back, she was gone.
He sighed, and got ready to go see Spike again.
He had hoped he would have gotten longer to talk to his childe, but no dice. Maybe tonight was his new hope, so he was going back.
He barely got there in time. Just as he paid the cover to get in, Spike was walking out onto the stage. Angel pushed his way into the middle like he always did, and waited with anticapation for the song Spike would sing.
A rythmic tune started up, and Spike sent Angel a smile, and a knowing wink before he started singing.
"Whatever this world can give to me,
It's you, you're all I see.
Ooh, you make me live now, honey.
Ooh, you make me live."
Angel didn't get it. What was this supposed to mean? He was puzzling it out, and probably looked pretty funny, but he stopped when someone tapped his shoulder. He turned around, and there his dark headed employee stood. Angel looked past her and saw Wesley hovering near the shadows.
"Forgive me?" Cordelia asked, her eyes pleading, and slight puppy-dog look in them.
"Oh, you're the best friend, that I ever had.
I've been with you such a long time.
You're my sunshine and I want you to know
That my feelings are true:
I really love you.
Oh, you're my best friend."
Angel listened to the words, and gave her a little amused and touched smile. "Always."
She flashed him a bright grin, and looked slightly relieved.
"Ooh, I've been wandering 'round,
Still come back to you.
In rain or shine you've stood by me
I'm happy and
I'm your best friend."
Angel listened to the beat a little more, and then he grabbed Cordelia's hand and put his other one on her waist. She got it, and put her unoccupied hand on his shoulder, leaving them in the classic dance position.
He started them off in a two step to the upbeat rhythem of the song.
"Ooh, you make me live.
Whenever this world is cruel to me,
I got you to help me forget.
You make me live now, honey."
He whirled Cordelia out in a little spin, in the newly acquired room they had, for everyone had backed off of the dancing couple, to watched them.
Spike smiled from his position on the stage at his sire and the women that meant a lot in his life. He was glad he had that little happiness that is friends.
"Oh, you're the first one,
When things turn out bad.
You know I'll never be lonely.
You're my only one and I love the things,
I really love the things that you do.
You're my best friend."
Angel got it, as he danced with Cordelia. She probably requested that Spike do the song, and Spike did.
It was a sweet thing, and it made Angel realize just how big a part of his life she was. She was the only other one that remembered Doyle day in and day out. She was the one who had to struggle to have a good life in LA, along side with Angel. She had made it, and he had made it because they were side by side, the very best of friends.
"Ooh, you make me live.
You're my best friend."
The song was winding down, Angel could tell, but he didn't want to stop dancing with Cordelia. he never got a chance to hold her close when she wasn't having a vision, and he enjoyed holding close a warm mortal, even if it was just in a friend way. A best friend way.
"Oh,
Oh, you're my best friend."
Spike tucked the mircophone back in the stand as he watched Angel finished dancing with Cordelia. Angel dropped a kiss on Cordy's hand, and a quick one on her cheek, before turning to the stage, and mouthing a thank you to Spike.
Spike gave Angel a smile that meant he didn't have to thank him, he did it because he wanted to. Spike nodded his head good-bye to Angel, and walked off the stage.
Angel wanted to follow, but people had crowded around him and Cordy, congradulating them on how well they danced, and that they never saw people as young as them dance that way. Cordelia almost blurted that Angel was older then he looked.
Wesley watched them from his position in the shadows. Never had he felt more out of place. He knew he didn't have the history with Angel or Cordelia like they had together, and he knew he was part of the team, but that was all his brain could tell him. His heart was taunting him, saying that he didn't belong.
He knew Angel wouldn't want him to feel like that, but sometimes, he couldn't help it. But he was glad Angel and Cordelia were both in his life. It never left something to be desired.
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Okay, I don't know if I'll go anywhere with what I described with Wesley, but it's something to think about. But don't expect me to explore it.
-Horsey Spike
Series: 'Karaoke' series. Interlude 2.
Follows: 'Untitled'
Author: Horsey Spike
E-mail: HorseySpike@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: Characters don't belong to me. Joss and Co. owns them. Blah, blah, and blah. The song "You're My Best Friend," by Queen, off the album "A Night at the Opera," isn't mine either.
Distribution: SpikeNAngelFic archive and anyone else I've given permission to. All else, ask.
Spoilers: Basic Angel Season 1 spoilers, and BtVS Season 4.
Summary: Cordelia has a special request.
Author's Notes: This isn't related to the Spike/Angel relationship, but I'll send it, just cause it's part of the series. You don't want to read, don't read.
Dedicated to: People who love the best friend relationship between Angel and Cordy.
____________________
Okay, so Angel finally got to talk to Spike. Granted, it was interupted by one of his pesky employees, no names need to be said (*cough*Cordy*cough*), and Angel was okay now.
He talke to Cordelia, told her never to go to the karaoke club again, and to stay out of his life. She gave a little sneer, and left early.
Only to have a blinding vision, that wasn't really clear. She said itwas nothing, but eventaully, have to much pressure from Angel, told about a demon hiding in the sewers. She didn't know how to describe it, so Angel just went to the sewers, killed a couple demons, and that was that.
When he got back, she was gone.
He sighed, and got ready to go see Spike again.
He had hoped he would have gotten longer to talk to his childe, but no dice. Maybe tonight was his new hope, so he was going back.
He barely got there in time. Just as he paid the cover to get in, Spike was walking out onto the stage. Angel pushed his way into the middle like he always did, and waited with anticapation for the song Spike would sing.
A rythmic tune started up, and Spike sent Angel a smile, and a knowing wink before he started singing.
"Whatever this world can give to me,
It's you, you're all I see.
Ooh, you make me live now, honey.
Ooh, you make me live."
Angel didn't get it. What was this supposed to mean? He was puzzling it out, and probably looked pretty funny, but he stopped when someone tapped his shoulder. He turned around, and there his dark headed employee stood. Angel looked past her and saw Wesley hovering near the shadows.
"Forgive me?" Cordelia asked, her eyes pleading, and slight puppy-dog look in them.
"Oh, you're the best friend, that I ever had.
I've been with you such a long time.
You're my sunshine and I want you to know
That my feelings are true:
I really love you.
Oh, you're my best friend."
Angel listened to the words, and gave her a little amused and touched smile. "Always."
She flashed him a bright grin, and looked slightly relieved.
"Ooh, I've been wandering 'round,
Still come back to you.
In rain or shine you've stood by me
I'm happy and
I'm your best friend."
Angel listened to the beat a little more, and then he grabbed Cordelia's hand and put his other one on her waist. She got it, and put her unoccupied hand on his shoulder, leaving them in the classic dance position.
He started them off in a two step to the upbeat rhythem of the song.
"Ooh, you make me live.
Whenever this world is cruel to me,
I got you to help me forget.
You make me live now, honey."
He whirled Cordelia out in a little spin, in the newly acquired room they had, for everyone had backed off of the dancing couple, to watched them.
Spike smiled from his position on the stage at his sire and the women that meant a lot in his life. He was glad he had that little happiness that is friends.
"Oh, you're the first one,
When things turn out bad.
You know I'll never be lonely.
You're my only one and I love the things,
I really love the things that you do.
You're my best friend."
Angel got it, as he danced with Cordelia. She probably requested that Spike do the song, and Spike did.
It was a sweet thing, and it made Angel realize just how big a part of his life she was. She was the only other one that remembered Doyle day in and day out. She was the one who had to struggle to have a good life in LA, along side with Angel. She had made it, and he had made it because they were side by side, the very best of friends.
"Ooh, you make me live.
You're my best friend."
The song was winding down, Angel could tell, but he didn't want to stop dancing with Cordelia. he never got a chance to hold her close when she wasn't having a vision, and he enjoyed holding close a warm mortal, even if it was just in a friend way. A best friend way.
"Oh,
Oh, you're my best friend."
Spike tucked the mircophone back in the stand as he watched Angel finished dancing with Cordelia. Angel dropped a kiss on Cordy's hand, and a quick one on her cheek, before turning to the stage, and mouthing a thank you to Spike.
Spike gave Angel a smile that meant he didn't have to thank him, he did it because he wanted to. Spike nodded his head good-bye to Angel, and walked off the stage.
Angel wanted to follow, but people had crowded around him and Cordy, congradulating them on how well they danced, and that they never saw people as young as them dance that way. Cordelia almost blurted that Angel was older then he looked.
Wesley watched them from his position in the shadows. Never had he felt more out of place. He knew he didn't have the history with Angel or Cordelia like they had together, and he knew he was part of the team, but that was all his brain could tell him. His heart was taunting him, saying that he didn't belong.
He knew Angel wouldn't want him to feel like that, but sometimes, he couldn't help it. But he was glad Angel and Cordelia were both in his life. It never left something to be desired.
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Okay, I don't know if I'll go anywhere with what I described with Wesley, but it's something to think about. But don't expect me to explore it.
-Horsey Spike