Title: Exactly Like Planned (1/1)
Sequel to: The Long Day
Author: Horsey Spike
E-mail: HorseySpike@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: Characters don't belong to me. Joss and Co. owns them. Blah, blah, and blah.
Distribution: SpikeNAngelFic archive and anyone else I've given permission to. All else, ask.
Spoilers: Previous stories in the unnamed series, and everything up to where they know it's a behavior modification device in Spike's head.
Summary: Follows "The Long Day." Angel turns the tables
Author's Notes: I cannot think of a title for the series. So, if
anyone can think of a series title, I'll be really, really grateful.
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Angel spent the rest of the day studying the lyrics. And he spent the rest of the day listening to the whole song, which Cordelia pulled up for him on the Internet.
Amazing thing, really, Angel mused.
Having heard the whole song, Angel disregarded everything except the part Spike had given him.
Part of Angel was sick of the song game Spike was playing, and another part was joyful, that Spike would even venture into his presence, so close.
Angel sat in his apartment, the office closed for the day, no outstanding cases he had to look over, and was listening to the tape Spike had given him for the umpteenth time. He thought if he stayed in the apartment, Spike would be more likely to come to him.
A thought entered Angel's head.
If Spike was going to play with him, what was stopping Angel in playing with Spike?
Racking his brain for the song he had heard on the radio sometime earlier, Angel went upstairs, and turned on Cordelia's computer. Logging onto the website that had provided the other song in it's entirety, Angel found the song he was thinking of.
Maneuvering quickly though the stereo equipment Cordelia had brought in, (He got the hang of that more quickly then the cell phone...) he got the from the computer, and onto the tape, like Cordelia showed him.
Smiling at the newly recorded on tape, he stuck it back in the tape player, and went downstairs. He set it on the table where he had found it earlier in the day, and went about cleaning some weapons of slime from a battle the previous day that hadn't been cleaned yet.
Not much time past before he could hear someone moving around in the upper offices, then coming down the stairs. Angel smiled to himself, but quickly smothered it. Stoic mask was needed for this to work.
"Spike." He said, coming out of the shadows, towards Spike creeping down the stairs.
Spike jumped almost a foot in the air. "Bloody hell, Angelus! What are you trying to do, resurrect me?"
Angel merely smirked. "I got your message."
"Lovely." Spike shoved his hands into his pockets. "Now, if you don't mind, I'd like my tape player."
Angel motioned with his eyes towards the table with the player on it.
Spike started to walk over to it.
"But," Angel called out to him. "I was hoping we could talk first."
Spike turned slowly around. "What do you want to talk about? You want to talk about how you ripped my heart out saying you loved me? I can't deal with this Angel. I just want my tape player, and I want to go."
"How about talking about what happened in the sewers."
"I don't come here for this." Spike told Angel. "I don't come here to talk. I came here to get my tape player, and as soon as it's in my possession, I'm gone. Simple."
"How about the apocalypse threat?"
"Taken care so before I even got back to Sunnyhell. Then I came back for my tape player, which I want now, and if you keep talking to me, I'll never get back in time to shag the little witch."
"You stay away from Willow." Angel growled, low, not knowing if in protection for Willow, or jealousy. Most likely jealousy.
"I'm just saying that to get you knickers in a bunch. It's not that witch I'm shagging. Now, I'm leaving. With my tape player." He finished the walk over to the table, grabbed it, and shoved it in his pocket. he went over to the sewer access and pulled the hatch up.
"How about the fact that you don't want to admit you return my love." Angel called out to him, just before he dropped down the tunnel.
"I don't have admit anything because I don't love you." Spike left the sewer hatch open and strode angrily to Angel. "I don't love you, or anything you do. I hate you. You must have yourself confused with Angelus again." He poked Angel once in the chest for emphasis.
Spike scowled one more time at Angel, then jumped down the sewer exit, not bothering to pull it shut behind him.
Angel let another smirk cross his lips. He had seen Spike check to make sure he had the player right before he jumped.
Things having gone exactly like Angel hoped, he turned away, figuring out how long it would take for Spike to figure out there was a new song in the tape player, and listen to it.
Then, to follow him.
Things were exactly like planned.
Sequel to: The Long Day
Author: Horsey Spike
E-mail: HorseySpike@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: Characters don't belong to me. Joss and Co. owns them. Blah, blah, and blah.
Distribution: SpikeNAngelFic archive and anyone else I've given permission to. All else, ask.
Spoilers: Previous stories in the unnamed series, and everything up to where they know it's a behavior modification device in Spike's head.
Summary: Follows "The Long Day." Angel turns the tables
Author's Notes: I cannot think of a title for the series. So, if
anyone can think of a series title, I'll be really, really grateful.
__________________________
Angel spent the rest of the day studying the lyrics. And he spent the rest of the day listening to the whole song, which Cordelia pulled up for him on the Internet.
Amazing thing, really, Angel mused.
Having heard the whole song, Angel disregarded everything except the part Spike had given him.
Part of Angel was sick of the song game Spike was playing, and another part was joyful, that Spike would even venture into his presence, so close.
Angel sat in his apartment, the office closed for the day, no outstanding cases he had to look over, and was listening to the tape Spike had given him for the umpteenth time. He thought if he stayed in the apartment, Spike would be more likely to come to him.
A thought entered Angel's head.
If Spike was going to play with him, what was stopping Angel in playing with Spike?
Racking his brain for the song he had heard on the radio sometime earlier, Angel went upstairs, and turned on Cordelia's computer. Logging onto the website that had provided the other song in it's entirety, Angel found the song he was thinking of.
Maneuvering quickly though the stereo equipment Cordelia had brought in, (He got the hang of that more quickly then the cell phone...) he got the from the computer, and onto the tape, like Cordelia showed him.
Smiling at the newly recorded on tape, he stuck it back in the tape player, and went downstairs. He set it on the table where he had found it earlier in the day, and went about cleaning some weapons of slime from a battle the previous day that hadn't been cleaned yet.
Not much time past before he could hear someone moving around in the upper offices, then coming down the stairs. Angel smiled to himself, but quickly smothered it. Stoic mask was needed for this to work.
"Spike." He said, coming out of the shadows, towards Spike creeping down the stairs.
Spike jumped almost a foot in the air. "Bloody hell, Angelus! What are you trying to do, resurrect me?"
Angel merely smirked. "I got your message."
"Lovely." Spike shoved his hands into his pockets. "Now, if you don't mind, I'd like my tape player."
Angel motioned with his eyes towards the table with the player on it.
Spike started to walk over to it.
"But," Angel called out to him. "I was hoping we could talk first."
Spike turned slowly around. "What do you want to talk about? You want to talk about how you ripped my heart out saying you loved me? I can't deal with this Angel. I just want my tape player, and I want to go."
"How about talking about what happened in the sewers."
"I don't come here for this." Spike told Angel. "I don't come here to talk. I came here to get my tape player, and as soon as it's in my possession, I'm gone. Simple."
"How about the apocalypse threat?"
"Taken care so before I even got back to Sunnyhell. Then I came back for my tape player, which I want now, and if you keep talking to me, I'll never get back in time to shag the little witch."
"You stay away from Willow." Angel growled, low, not knowing if in protection for Willow, or jealousy. Most likely jealousy.
"I'm just saying that to get you knickers in a bunch. It's not that witch I'm shagging. Now, I'm leaving. With my tape player." He finished the walk over to the table, grabbed it, and shoved it in his pocket. he went over to the sewer access and pulled the hatch up.
"How about the fact that you don't want to admit you return my love." Angel called out to him, just before he dropped down the tunnel.
"I don't have admit anything because I don't love you." Spike left the sewer hatch open and strode angrily to Angel. "I don't love you, or anything you do. I hate you. You must have yourself confused with Angelus again." He poked Angel once in the chest for emphasis.
Spike scowled one more time at Angel, then jumped down the sewer exit, not bothering to pull it shut behind him.
Angel let another smirk cross his lips. He had seen Spike check to make sure he had the player right before he jumped.
Things having gone exactly like Angel hoped, he turned away, figuring out how long it would take for Spike to figure out there was a new song in the tape player, and listen to it.
Then, to follow him.
Things were exactly like planned.