I don't own Angel or BTVS but I would kill a village of leprechauns if I
thought it would get me one step closer to it. I don't own the guys in this
stury, or the girls for that matter, but I like to use their characters
from the show and make them play out my seriously deranged, albeit fun
little fantasies. So, We've established that I'm a little unbalanced, Joss
is a genius, and you are the coolest people in the world, right? Good. Now
here is the portion of the show were Larry comes out and sings a silly
son... Wait. No. Here the part where I say...
On with the show.
::The Dalliance of the Eagles- Starry (Starry) Night::
"I don't know. I think they've all gone crazy." Gunn shrugged. He really didn't know what to say. Angel had sent him on his way, Spike only seemed interested in Penn's death and Fred's... cuteness was the only word he could come up with and Lorne seemed to be ready to go bar hopping, as soon as possible. Of course, Wesley was a little off, but he had been that way for as long as Gunn had known him.
"They aren't crazy in the 'kill your neighbor' way, I hope. I hate it when they do that." Cordelia was leaning back on a basket-load of pillows. She was watching Gunn pace back in forth, which was really making her nervous, and Connor play with his kitten, which made her want to vomit. He looked much more his age when he was down in the corner making the cat run up the wall and she hated that. Connor, and technically her, had been through so many things in the last few months. Things she remembered in little mind numbing flashes. "Almost as much, as I hate it when I do that."
Connor stopped running his fingers up the wall and looked up at Cordelia, which gave Skittles the opportunity to jump up and latch his claws into his forearm. Connor ignored the little parasite, until the pain was unbearable, and he yanked the kitten in toward his chest. "Cordy, do you have a laundry basket anywhere?" Skittles' ears perked up and he hissed at his master, before bolting out of his arms and into the kitchen.
"I'm sure Fred has one hidden around here somewhere. Probably under one of the piles of clothes." Cordelia leaned over the couch edge and picked up a shirt that resembled something a Barbie would wear. Cordelia shook her head and smiled at the shirt. She could never wear such tiny, cutesy clothes. She threw the shirt behind her and leaned back into her pillows. "Why do you ask?"
"Nevermind. I was threatening Skits. I think he got the message." Connor peaked around the couch back and discovered a little furry head peaking back at him, hair raised on end. "Or not." The fuzz ball took a running leap and landed on Connor's head. He tried to shake it off, but to no avail. Finally, he resorted to reaching up and manually removing the kitten from his, now bleeding, scalp. "I think Spike was right. Oh, God, I hate to say that."
"What was he right about?" Gunn had taken a seat on the big fluffy chair, next to the couch. He looked at the boy, who was carefully holding the kitten down, while inspecting each and every claw, one by one.
"We need to get Skittles declawed." Connor held Skittles' front two paws together, with one hand, and ran his other hand through his hair. He pulled it back and looked at it, just to make sure he didn't have a reason to spank the kitten. He didn't. "You little monster." Connor pulled the kitten up to his face and nuzzled it. To everyone's surprise, it nuzzled back.
"I've seen this before. My mom went through that same thing, when I was a senior in High School. Skittles has menopause." Cordelia was nodding, as she stared at the Spackle on the ceiling.
Gunn stifled a laugh, when he caught the bewildered look on Connor's face. Either the boy didn't know what menopause was or he did and he thought Cordelia was being serious.
"What's men... oh...what was it called?" Connor dropped the kitten, when he just wanted to squeeze it tighter. It galloped around the living room and collapsed on it's side, when it reached a patch of sun coming in from the window on the far wall. "He's not really sick, is he?"
"Yes." Gunn fought to keep a straight face, when the boy turned to face him. "It's contagious too."
"What can you do to make it better?" Connor asked, as he got up from his place on the floor and walked over to pick up his kitten. Skittles saw him coming and hopped up, so he could bolt around the living room. He jump up onto the coffee table and succeeded in knocking over a small lamp.
"You kill 'em." Cordelia sat up and leaned toward the table, so she could smack the furry flurry of destruction. It felt the whap across its backside and reared up on its back paws. It walked a couple of inches and then hopped off of the side of the table, so it could race around the room again.
"You killed your mom?" Connor was worried, and more than a little confused, by this point. Wasn't murder a bad thing?
"No." Cordelia shook her head and looked thoughtful. "She locked herself in her room with a bottle of tequila and we prayed she wouldn't need anything for the rest of the day."
Gunn grinned widely. "Can we get Skittles drunk? He'll be trippin' all around the room, falling on his little furry face. It'll be fun."
"No!" Connor stalked after his kitty and jumped on it, before it could run away again. He tucked it under his shirt and it wriggled its way up his chest, so it could stick its head out of the neck hole. It looked around for a way out, but to his dismay there was none to be found. To show his displeasure, he bit his master's chin and hissed quietly. "Nope, your not getting away, this time." He kitten tensed up, for a moment, and then slumped into Connor's neck. "That's a good kitty." Connor pet the kitten's head and it purred happily.
Cordelia smiled up at Connor. "Don't worry about Skittles. He's not sick, Connor; he's a kitten. He's hyper, and playful, and he has claws. Sometimes he's going to hurt you, but I'm sure he doesn't mean to. He'll settle down, when he gets older. If he doesn't you can get him fixed."
Gunn hissed and shook his head. "It's just so mean."
"Fixed? Is he broken?"
Cordelia shook her head and sighed. "No." It was like Connor was becoming the kid he should have been, to begin with. She really didn't know how to react to it. "He's not broken. It just means that you would get him snipped." Connor narrowed his gaze at Cordelia, which looked so serious and threatening, she had to laugh. "It won't hurt him. They'll just clip off his..." Cordelia stopped when she caught the look Gunn was shooting her.
Connor looked between the two and started to get suspicious. It was obvious that they were hiding something from him. "What? They clip off his...?"
Cordelia paled. How do you explain something like this to a kid... that you, apparently, slept with. You don't. She threw a pleading look, over at Gunn. He shuddered and groaned.
"Okay. Look, Connor. When a little kitty matures, he is filled with urges..." Gunn stopped and shook his head, before letting it hang. "... and you have to..."
"Are you giving me a sex talk?" Connor quirked a brow at Gunn and grinned at his discomfort.
"No." Gunn looked up into Connor's grinning face and scoffed. "Teenagers are annoying. Look, when the kitten gets big, it will want to roam around looking for other cats; girl cats. Before it gets old enough to run away or get mean, most people have them 'fixed'. It mean that you get their..." Gunn put his hand out in a cupping motion and groaned. "... cut off."
"You cut off their testicles?" Connor's eyes grew wide. "That's evil." Connor inadvertently squeezed Skittles tighter to him, as he jumped up from the floor and walked toward the bathroom. "That's sick." He slammed the door behind him and the other two could hear him cooing at his pet.
"Connor slammed the door." Cordelia nodded slowly. "He is officially a normal teenager. You know... if you discount the demon hunting and his father and step father/brother being vampires."
Gunn burst out laughing. "You're so bad."
"Hey, I've been out of commission for a while. I need to make up for lost time, you know." Cordelia grinned at the man and threw a glance back at the hallway. "How long do you think he'll hide out in there?"
"As long as it takes for him to get used to the idea of his kitten being emasculated. You realize he may never come out right?"
"Yeah, I hope he has enough toilet paper in there." Cordelia snuggled back into her pillow and closed her eyes. Connor was a volatile teenager, Angel was out there saving one of his demented childer, and she was not the main evil at the moment. As far as she was concerned, all was right with the world.
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"The world is doomed." Spike sighed and threw a small pillow at the television set. "They canceled Dawson's Creek, people think Britney Spears wrote 'I Love Rock and Roll', and my roots are starting to show."
"And that adds up to the world being doomed?" Lorne shook his head and took a sip of his drink. "I think you have a strange set of priorities, Sugar."
"Like you have room to talk. Your main priority lately has been, to keep L.A.'s alcohol vendors up and running. I haven't seen you without a drink in your hand for the last few days."
"I've been stressed." Lorne shrugged and took another sip of his drink.
"You've been stressed? Well, it's nice to know that you are so worried about my well being, but if it causes you to be an alcoholic, I don't want you to care." Spike lay back on his bed and sighed. "Pass me a beer, won't you?" Spike shot a grin over at Lorne, making the demon laugh out loud. "That's a nice sound."
"What's a nice sound?" Lorne asked, with a grin.
"Laughter. The first thing I wanna' do after I kill Penn is tell Angel a joke that makes him laugh his arse off. Then I'm going to give myself a big pat on the back and reward myself, by snacking on Connor's cat." Spike grinned wider, as he got caught up in his reverie.
"You have made bull-shitting into an art form, my friend." Lorne placed his drink down on the nearest table and walked over to the chair across from Spike's bed. He took a seat and groaned. "I've heard that it's a sign of getting old, if you can't get up from your chair or sit down in a chair, without making a noise."
"That's funny. I'm pretty bloody old and I never making those little groaning sounds. Guess it has to do with me be all resilient and tough. Tough as nails, I am." Spike nodded his head and closed his eyes. "I'm not gonna' bloody bow out of the race. I'm gonna' win it and take home the gold. I'll take that wanker, Penn, on and his little dog too. I *will* be the last man standing. You just watch." Spike's jaw was clenched, by the end of his little speech, and his hands were balled up, at his sides.
"Honey, I tried to follow you, as best as I could, but you were mixing euphemisms. I got lost somewhere around the Wizard of Oz remark." Lorne was two seconds away from downing the drink he had put down, only moments before. Maybe Spike was right. He was relying on alcohol too much. What he really needed was some pot. "So you put Fred in the room next door?"
"Yeah, she's a sweetie. Isn't she?"
Lorne couldn't help but smile at Spike's tone of voice. "I suppose it was your turn to fall in love with her."
"I'm not in love." Spike turned a glaring eye at Lorne and growled. "I know what being in love feels like and it bleedin' hurts. This is a nice feeling. I care about her in a... brotherly way. I feel for her, what I felt for Little Bit. It's completely different than being in love. She's not tearing my heart apart." Spike crossed his arms across his chest and turned his back on Lorne.
"Oh. Well, Doll, I wasn't being so literal about the 'in love' comment. We all feel it for her. This affection. She's a sweet, intelligent, refreshing little girl. Why wouldn't we?" Lorne exhaled slowly. "Sheesh... I didn't even have to hear you sing to feel the vibes off of that one. Spike, you have got to let some of this pain out. You're going to go postal, if you aren't careful."
"I'm saving it."
"What?" That was a new one.
"I'm saving it." Spike reiterated. He seemed to believe that the small statement explained his whole mindset.
"What in the world would you be saving so much... crap?"
"Penn, of course. He gets here and I am going to unload into him. He has ruined my week and I am going to, bloody well, make him pay." Spike turned back toward Lorne and sighed. "He's going to get it."
"Yeah." Lorne nodded. "Or he's going to witness your mental breakdown."
"Look, Lorne..." Spike sat up and scooted to the edge of the bed. "I've gotten this far. So, I had a little bit of a shock. Dru's dead and I was ready to let her essence go. I'll move past it. Buffy... Well, I'm not even going there. Angel... You see, now this is what pisses me off most of all. I get the guy all happy-go-lucky and then penn gets him all dark and broody, again. He's winning out, on that front, and I don't like it."
"I guess you wouldn't."
"Yeah, and how is this for dysfunctional, okay. All I can think is, he may be the oldest, but I'm the favorite and you know what he's thinking? I know he's thinking it too. He's thinking, he is Angelus' favorite, but I will always be the oldest and strongest and fastest... Damn, he is fast." Spike looked slightly less cocky than he had, moments before.
"It'll be okay." Lorne leaned forward and laid a comforting hand on Spike's shoulder.
"Is that a premonition or are you humoring me?" Spike asked, warily.
"A little of both?" Lorne pulled back his hand and shrugged. "Don't worry about it."
A knock at the door startled Spike enough to make him jump out of his seat and lunge at the wooden barricade. He took a deep breath and yanked it open, ready for a fight. Just as he did, Angel barreled in through the door and rammed into his childe. Spike swore and pushed himself back up onto his feet.
"Oh, sorry Spike." Angel brushed off the front of his pant, knowing full well that the motion would piss Spike off. He was so proud of himself, at the moment, that he didn't care. "I have news."
"What? You moving to Uzbekistan?" Spike glared at hi Sire. The jerk was more worried about dusting off his pants, than helping him up off the ground. When he looked up at his Sire's face and caught the grin, though, he realized Angel was just teasing him. "You're an ass."
"So you keep reminding me." Angel grinned, all the more. "I think I know where Penn is."
Spike actually jumped, when he heard. "Truly? That's bloody brilliant, Sire. Now you start telling me about it while I go get my weapons." Spike turned toward Lorne with a grin. "This may turn out to be a pretty good evening after all."
TBC
-Okay, let me remind you that Spike (in this story) has not had some soul- altering light beam thingy cleanse his soul and turn him into charbroiled vampire. He still has issues. The same issues that make us love him and hate those who put him through so much crap. Anyway, thanks for the wonderful reviews. I am so happy, right now, I could just faint. Except, I won't cause I'm not that wimpy... and neither is Spike! Damsel in distress? Yeah right... But remember Penn is a bad bad vamp and I love him to pieces, so... Review some more and we'll see how it goes. Oh, and tell me if you liked Cordy or not. I need the feedback.-
--The subtitle was Starry (Starry) Night, which is a painting by the talented and demented artist Vincent Van Gogh and a song that Josh Groban (who is beautiful, talented and, oh, so wonderful) sings. Both are extremely beautiful.--
On with the show.
::The Dalliance of the Eagles- Starry (Starry) Night::
"I don't know. I think they've all gone crazy." Gunn shrugged. He really didn't know what to say. Angel had sent him on his way, Spike only seemed interested in Penn's death and Fred's... cuteness was the only word he could come up with and Lorne seemed to be ready to go bar hopping, as soon as possible. Of course, Wesley was a little off, but he had been that way for as long as Gunn had known him.
"They aren't crazy in the 'kill your neighbor' way, I hope. I hate it when they do that." Cordelia was leaning back on a basket-load of pillows. She was watching Gunn pace back in forth, which was really making her nervous, and Connor play with his kitten, which made her want to vomit. He looked much more his age when he was down in the corner making the cat run up the wall and she hated that. Connor, and technically her, had been through so many things in the last few months. Things she remembered in little mind numbing flashes. "Almost as much, as I hate it when I do that."
Connor stopped running his fingers up the wall and looked up at Cordelia, which gave Skittles the opportunity to jump up and latch his claws into his forearm. Connor ignored the little parasite, until the pain was unbearable, and he yanked the kitten in toward his chest. "Cordy, do you have a laundry basket anywhere?" Skittles' ears perked up and he hissed at his master, before bolting out of his arms and into the kitchen.
"I'm sure Fred has one hidden around here somewhere. Probably under one of the piles of clothes." Cordelia leaned over the couch edge and picked up a shirt that resembled something a Barbie would wear. Cordelia shook her head and smiled at the shirt. She could never wear such tiny, cutesy clothes. She threw the shirt behind her and leaned back into her pillows. "Why do you ask?"
"Nevermind. I was threatening Skits. I think he got the message." Connor peaked around the couch back and discovered a little furry head peaking back at him, hair raised on end. "Or not." The fuzz ball took a running leap and landed on Connor's head. He tried to shake it off, but to no avail. Finally, he resorted to reaching up and manually removing the kitten from his, now bleeding, scalp. "I think Spike was right. Oh, God, I hate to say that."
"What was he right about?" Gunn had taken a seat on the big fluffy chair, next to the couch. He looked at the boy, who was carefully holding the kitten down, while inspecting each and every claw, one by one.
"We need to get Skittles declawed." Connor held Skittles' front two paws together, with one hand, and ran his other hand through his hair. He pulled it back and looked at it, just to make sure he didn't have a reason to spank the kitten. He didn't. "You little monster." Connor pulled the kitten up to his face and nuzzled it. To everyone's surprise, it nuzzled back.
"I've seen this before. My mom went through that same thing, when I was a senior in High School. Skittles has menopause." Cordelia was nodding, as she stared at the Spackle on the ceiling.
Gunn stifled a laugh, when he caught the bewildered look on Connor's face. Either the boy didn't know what menopause was or he did and he thought Cordelia was being serious.
"What's men... oh...what was it called?" Connor dropped the kitten, when he just wanted to squeeze it tighter. It galloped around the living room and collapsed on it's side, when it reached a patch of sun coming in from the window on the far wall. "He's not really sick, is he?"
"Yes." Gunn fought to keep a straight face, when the boy turned to face him. "It's contagious too."
"What can you do to make it better?" Connor asked, as he got up from his place on the floor and walked over to pick up his kitten. Skittles saw him coming and hopped up, so he could bolt around the living room. He jump up onto the coffee table and succeeded in knocking over a small lamp.
"You kill 'em." Cordelia sat up and leaned toward the table, so she could smack the furry flurry of destruction. It felt the whap across its backside and reared up on its back paws. It walked a couple of inches and then hopped off of the side of the table, so it could race around the room again.
"You killed your mom?" Connor was worried, and more than a little confused, by this point. Wasn't murder a bad thing?
"No." Cordelia shook her head and looked thoughtful. "She locked herself in her room with a bottle of tequila and we prayed she wouldn't need anything for the rest of the day."
Gunn grinned widely. "Can we get Skittles drunk? He'll be trippin' all around the room, falling on his little furry face. It'll be fun."
"No!" Connor stalked after his kitty and jumped on it, before it could run away again. He tucked it under his shirt and it wriggled its way up his chest, so it could stick its head out of the neck hole. It looked around for a way out, but to his dismay there was none to be found. To show his displeasure, he bit his master's chin and hissed quietly. "Nope, your not getting away, this time." He kitten tensed up, for a moment, and then slumped into Connor's neck. "That's a good kitty." Connor pet the kitten's head and it purred happily.
Cordelia smiled up at Connor. "Don't worry about Skittles. He's not sick, Connor; he's a kitten. He's hyper, and playful, and he has claws. Sometimes he's going to hurt you, but I'm sure he doesn't mean to. He'll settle down, when he gets older. If he doesn't you can get him fixed."
Gunn hissed and shook his head. "It's just so mean."
"Fixed? Is he broken?"
Cordelia shook her head and sighed. "No." It was like Connor was becoming the kid he should have been, to begin with. She really didn't know how to react to it. "He's not broken. It just means that you would get him snipped." Connor narrowed his gaze at Cordelia, which looked so serious and threatening, she had to laugh. "It won't hurt him. They'll just clip off his..." Cordelia stopped when she caught the look Gunn was shooting her.
Connor looked between the two and started to get suspicious. It was obvious that they were hiding something from him. "What? They clip off his...?"
Cordelia paled. How do you explain something like this to a kid... that you, apparently, slept with. You don't. She threw a pleading look, over at Gunn. He shuddered and groaned.
"Okay. Look, Connor. When a little kitty matures, he is filled with urges..." Gunn stopped and shook his head, before letting it hang. "... and you have to..."
"Are you giving me a sex talk?" Connor quirked a brow at Gunn and grinned at his discomfort.
"No." Gunn looked up into Connor's grinning face and scoffed. "Teenagers are annoying. Look, when the kitten gets big, it will want to roam around looking for other cats; girl cats. Before it gets old enough to run away or get mean, most people have them 'fixed'. It mean that you get their..." Gunn put his hand out in a cupping motion and groaned. "... cut off."
"You cut off their testicles?" Connor's eyes grew wide. "That's evil." Connor inadvertently squeezed Skittles tighter to him, as he jumped up from the floor and walked toward the bathroom. "That's sick." He slammed the door behind him and the other two could hear him cooing at his pet.
"Connor slammed the door." Cordelia nodded slowly. "He is officially a normal teenager. You know... if you discount the demon hunting and his father and step father/brother being vampires."
Gunn burst out laughing. "You're so bad."
"Hey, I've been out of commission for a while. I need to make up for lost time, you know." Cordelia grinned at the man and threw a glance back at the hallway. "How long do you think he'll hide out in there?"
"As long as it takes for him to get used to the idea of his kitten being emasculated. You realize he may never come out right?"
"Yeah, I hope he has enough toilet paper in there." Cordelia snuggled back into her pillow and closed her eyes. Connor was a volatile teenager, Angel was out there saving one of his demented childer, and she was not the main evil at the moment. As far as she was concerned, all was right with the world.
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"The world is doomed." Spike sighed and threw a small pillow at the television set. "They canceled Dawson's Creek, people think Britney Spears wrote 'I Love Rock and Roll', and my roots are starting to show."
"And that adds up to the world being doomed?" Lorne shook his head and took a sip of his drink. "I think you have a strange set of priorities, Sugar."
"Like you have room to talk. Your main priority lately has been, to keep L.A.'s alcohol vendors up and running. I haven't seen you without a drink in your hand for the last few days."
"I've been stressed." Lorne shrugged and took another sip of his drink.
"You've been stressed? Well, it's nice to know that you are so worried about my well being, but if it causes you to be an alcoholic, I don't want you to care." Spike lay back on his bed and sighed. "Pass me a beer, won't you?" Spike shot a grin over at Lorne, making the demon laugh out loud. "That's a nice sound."
"What's a nice sound?" Lorne asked, with a grin.
"Laughter. The first thing I wanna' do after I kill Penn is tell Angel a joke that makes him laugh his arse off. Then I'm going to give myself a big pat on the back and reward myself, by snacking on Connor's cat." Spike grinned wider, as he got caught up in his reverie.
"You have made bull-shitting into an art form, my friend." Lorne placed his drink down on the nearest table and walked over to the chair across from Spike's bed. He took a seat and groaned. "I've heard that it's a sign of getting old, if you can't get up from your chair or sit down in a chair, without making a noise."
"That's funny. I'm pretty bloody old and I never making those little groaning sounds. Guess it has to do with me be all resilient and tough. Tough as nails, I am." Spike nodded his head and closed his eyes. "I'm not gonna' bloody bow out of the race. I'm gonna' win it and take home the gold. I'll take that wanker, Penn, on and his little dog too. I *will* be the last man standing. You just watch." Spike's jaw was clenched, by the end of his little speech, and his hands were balled up, at his sides.
"Honey, I tried to follow you, as best as I could, but you were mixing euphemisms. I got lost somewhere around the Wizard of Oz remark." Lorne was two seconds away from downing the drink he had put down, only moments before. Maybe Spike was right. He was relying on alcohol too much. What he really needed was some pot. "So you put Fred in the room next door?"
"Yeah, she's a sweetie. Isn't she?"
Lorne couldn't help but smile at Spike's tone of voice. "I suppose it was your turn to fall in love with her."
"I'm not in love." Spike turned a glaring eye at Lorne and growled. "I know what being in love feels like and it bleedin' hurts. This is a nice feeling. I care about her in a... brotherly way. I feel for her, what I felt for Little Bit. It's completely different than being in love. She's not tearing my heart apart." Spike crossed his arms across his chest and turned his back on Lorne.
"Oh. Well, Doll, I wasn't being so literal about the 'in love' comment. We all feel it for her. This affection. She's a sweet, intelligent, refreshing little girl. Why wouldn't we?" Lorne exhaled slowly. "Sheesh... I didn't even have to hear you sing to feel the vibes off of that one. Spike, you have got to let some of this pain out. You're going to go postal, if you aren't careful."
"I'm saving it."
"What?" That was a new one.
"I'm saving it." Spike reiterated. He seemed to believe that the small statement explained his whole mindset.
"What in the world would you be saving so much... crap?"
"Penn, of course. He gets here and I am going to unload into him. He has ruined my week and I am going to, bloody well, make him pay." Spike turned back toward Lorne and sighed. "He's going to get it."
"Yeah." Lorne nodded. "Or he's going to witness your mental breakdown."
"Look, Lorne..." Spike sat up and scooted to the edge of the bed. "I've gotten this far. So, I had a little bit of a shock. Dru's dead and I was ready to let her essence go. I'll move past it. Buffy... Well, I'm not even going there. Angel... You see, now this is what pisses me off most of all. I get the guy all happy-go-lucky and then penn gets him all dark and broody, again. He's winning out, on that front, and I don't like it."
"I guess you wouldn't."
"Yeah, and how is this for dysfunctional, okay. All I can think is, he may be the oldest, but I'm the favorite and you know what he's thinking? I know he's thinking it too. He's thinking, he is Angelus' favorite, but I will always be the oldest and strongest and fastest... Damn, he is fast." Spike looked slightly less cocky than he had, moments before.
"It'll be okay." Lorne leaned forward and laid a comforting hand on Spike's shoulder.
"Is that a premonition or are you humoring me?" Spike asked, warily.
"A little of both?" Lorne pulled back his hand and shrugged. "Don't worry about it."
A knock at the door startled Spike enough to make him jump out of his seat and lunge at the wooden barricade. He took a deep breath and yanked it open, ready for a fight. Just as he did, Angel barreled in through the door and rammed into his childe. Spike swore and pushed himself back up onto his feet.
"Oh, sorry Spike." Angel brushed off the front of his pant, knowing full well that the motion would piss Spike off. He was so proud of himself, at the moment, that he didn't care. "I have news."
"What? You moving to Uzbekistan?" Spike glared at hi Sire. The jerk was more worried about dusting off his pants, than helping him up off the ground. When he looked up at his Sire's face and caught the grin, though, he realized Angel was just teasing him. "You're an ass."
"So you keep reminding me." Angel grinned, all the more. "I think I know where Penn is."
Spike actually jumped, when he heard. "Truly? That's bloody brilliant, Sire. Now you start telling me about it while I go get my weapons." Spike turned toward Lorne with a grin. "This may turn out to be a pretty good evening after all."
TBC
-Okay, let me remind you that Spike (in this story) has not had some soul- altering light beam thingy cleanse his soul and turn him into charbroiled vampire. He still has issues. The same issues that make us love him and hate those who put him through so much crap. Anyway, thanks for the wonderful reviews. I am so happy, right now, I could just faint. Except, I won't cause I'm not that wimpy... and neither is Spike! Damsel in distress? Yeah right... But remember Penn is a bad bad vamp and I love him to pieces, so... Review some more and we'll see how it goes. Oh, and tell me if you liked Cordy or not. I need the feedback.-
--The subtitle was Starry (Starry) Night, which is a painting by the talented and demented artist Vincent Van Gogh and a song that Josh Groban (who is beautiful, talented and, oh, so wonderful) sings. Both are extremely beautiful.--
