Title: You Can't Always Get What You Want
By: MonkeyDonut
Rated: G because nothing actually happens.
Disclaimer** - I don't own any of these characters, yadda yadda yadda. Not that it matters; I doubt anyone will read this. This is based on a past personal experience, one that might not relate to anyone.
Summary: This is really short and rather pointless; takes place on BtVS season 2 during "Bewitched, Bothered and Bewildered."
//Not everything that happens in life you can be privy to witness. Much goes on that most people are wholly unaware of. Most people don't even notice the things that are going on right in front of them. Some of them do. Others just don't give a bloody hell.//
"What exactly do you think you are doing?"
Spike had seen the figure walk in through the back door as quiet and undisturbing as possible, carrying the bundled package under its arm. The silhouette seen through the moonlight coming through the window was obviously that of Angel's, but the package was somewhat less distinguishable. He leaned over in his wheelchair to get a better look, but leaned back suddenly when he felt he was falling out.
"Spike." Angel called out in reply, as he gently placed the package on the large wooden table located in the middle of the factory. "I think it's clearly obvious that it's none of your business. But if you must know," Angel whispered, "it's a surprise for your Slayer."
"Yes. Of course," Spike said somberly. "The Slayer. Haven't you killed her yet?"
"Soon, Spikey old-pal; soon. I've got to make everything just, perfect, for my sweet little Buffy." Angel has his game-face on, obviously experiencing a moment.
Oh great, Spike thought; he's having a moment. Spike spun his wheelchair around and rolled towards the table.
"And what exactly is in this thing, all wrapped up and pretty?" Spike stopped and smiled. "Did you get our Slayer a Valentines present, then? How quaint."
On the table was a long black box with a black bow on front.
"I think it's about time that Buffy know how I really feel about her, how much I really enjoyed her making me feel.human. Nothing says that better then a dozen long stemmed"
"Lilies?" Spike had opened the box, which he now observed contained 12 yellow and white lilies. "Oh yeah. This will strike fear in the hearts of anyone, especially the Slayer. Ooh. I'm scared."
"Lilies? What." Angel's smirk has vanished as he looked in the open box. "No!!!" He shoved the box along the table, violently sending it crashing into a chair and off the table, making a spectacular, flowery mess on the floor.
"I take it those weren't your color, hmmm, Peaches?"
Angel snarled as he lurched towards Spike, grabbing his shirt and half pulling him out of his wheelchair.
"They were supposed to be roses, you idiot. Red roses. One dozen long stem red roses." He dropped Spike back into his chair, clearly rattled.
"Well, you missed."
"1-800 Flowers; I should've known not to trust a company run by a Theral demon."
"Quite."
I had a bigger story in mind, and then things happened, then some other stuff, then my story got deleted and I had to start the whole darn thing over again. The end.
By: MonkeyDonut
Rated: G because nothing actually happens.
Disclaimer** - I don't own any of these characters, yadda yadda yadda. Not that it matters; I doubt anyone will read this. This is based on a past personal experience, one that might not relate to anyone.
Summary: This is really short and rather pointless; takes place on BtVS season 2 during "Bewitched, Bothered and Bewildered."
//Not everything that happens in life you can be privy to witness. Much goes on that most people are wholly unaware of. Most people don't even notice the things that are going on right in front of them. Some of them do. Others just don't give a bloody hell.//
"What exactly do you think you are doing?"
Spike had seen the figure walk in through the back door as quiet and undisturbing as possible, carrying the bundled package under its arm. The silhouette seen through the moonlight coming through the window was obviously that of Angel's, but the package was somewhat less distinguishable. He leaned over in his wheelchair to get a better look, but leaned back suddenly when he felt he was falling out.
"Spike." Angel called out in reply, as he gently placed the package on the large wooden table located in the middle of the factory. "I think it's clearly obvious that it's none of your business. But if you must know," Angel whispered, "it's a surprise for your Slayer."
"Yes. Of course," Spike said somberly. "The Slayer. Haven't you killed her yet?"
"Soon, Spikey old-pal; soon. I've got to make everything just, perfect, for my sweet little Buffy." Angel has his game-face on, obviously experiencing a moment.
Oh great, Spike thought; he's having a moment. Spike spun his wheelchair around and rolled towards the table.
"And what exactly is in this thing, all wrapped up and pretty?" Spike stopped and smiled. "Did you get our Slayer a Valentines present, then? How quaint."
On the table was a long black box with a black bow on front.
"I think it's about time that Buffy know how I really feel about her, how much I really enjoyed her making me feel.human. Nothing says that better then a dozen long stemmed"
"Lilies?" Spike had opened the box, which he now observed contained 12 yellow and white lilies. "Oh yeah. This will strike fear in the hearts of anyone, especially the Slayer. Ooh. I'm scared."
"Lilies? What." Angel's smirk has vanished as he looked in the open box. "No!!!" He shoved the box along the table, violently sending it crashing into a chair and off the table, making a spectacular, flowery mess on the floor.
"I take it those weren't your color, hmmm, Peaches?"
Angel snarled as he lurched towards Spike, grabbing his shirt and half pulling him out of his wheelchair.
"They were supposed to be roses, you idiot. Red roses. One dozen long stem red roses." He dropped Spike back into his chair, clearly rattled.
"Well, you missed."
"1-800 Flowers; I should've known not to trust a company run by a Theral demon."
"Quite."
I had a bigger story in mind, and then things happened, then some other stuff, then my story got deleted and I had to start the whole darn thing over again. The end.