TITLE: Resurrection: Prologue
AUTHOR: Abbi
DISCLAIMER: All characters not mine, more's the pity, belonging to Joss
Whedon as they do.
FEEDBACK: Please, please a thousand times please! Constructive crit, boundless
enthusiasm or even just, "yeah it was ok"?!
PAIRING: Not yet. This is going to be long though (consider that a warning!) and
will take in S/A, W/T, F/A, B/S (on Spike's part, anyhow), S/D (though only in a
patriarchal way, fluffy even!) and probably more...
RATING: PG maybe? Some violence. Series will be at least UK 15 though.
WHEN: After Season 5 finale. About a fortnight after Willow goes to Angel, if
we're looking for precise. No hint of seasons six or seven when I wrote this, the plot's all mine.
SPOILERS: For everything including and especially the end of Season 5.
DISTRIBUTION: Will be on my site:
fairly soon.
Anywhere else,fine, go ahead! Would appreciate it
if you let me know where :)
SUMMARY: Spike has a visit from Angel, who tells him he needs his help for a
purpose closer to Spike's heart than he would like to admit.
NOTES: When Angel speaks, he has a " - " before his words. Don't know why,
it kind of happened that way... Faith has "s around her words. Other characters
will have a single speechmark ('). Please, bear with me!
Aware i may contradict things
going on in Angel the Series, as I haven't seen it, owing to not getting
Channel 4 in uni! If it's characteristically wrong, I'd like to be able to
put that down to finding my feet rather than crap writing but hey, you make
your own judgements there ;)
_______________________________________________Resurrection - Prologue
____
Sod off.
The door opened, slowly, hinges squalling and moonlight streaking into the room.
Are you deaf or something? I don't care who.
Spike.
Angel.
(to black)
(back to same)
- What the bloody hell are you doing here? Do you.you do.know and.what do you
want? In fact no, I don't want to know what you want, because, Angel, I don't
care, and.
- Don't lie to me.
How dare.
- And don't interrupt. No, be silent and listen, and for once in your miserable
life, Spike, you're needed, and you're going to help.
Spike stood up, braced himself, and said quickly;
"No. I don't want to be involved with your petty demons and your mindless
quests. I don't have anything to do with any of you, I can't help you -
His voice cracked
I can't and I won't.
He looked Angel in the eye.
Please. Just leave me.
- I know you won't refuse me, because you can't. This isn't about a
quest.
This isn't about any of them, or me, or you. It's about Buffy. It's about
getting her back. And I know you won't refuse because I know how you feel.
Spike went to question Angel, or perhaps to refute this remark, looking both
frightened, but also somewhat eager. Before he could speak though, Angel
continued;
- Don't even say it. The streaks in the filth on your face don't lie to me, even
if you will. You love her. Which is why you must help us. Which is why you will
come with me now, and you won't resist me, and you will shut the hell up and do
as you are asked.
Angel's face conveyed had conveyed no emotion throughout this conversation, but
Spike saw that at the word "love", his eyes, for the briefest of moments,
flinched within their steady gaze.
Look, I don't see what I can do. I don't see how I can help or why you're even
asking me. But I can't lie to you Angel and you know it, so I'm going to say
this and I.don't..want you to read into it or make anything of it, just answer
me and answer me straight. How can we get her back?
- I don't know. But I know.
You don't know! You come here and go talking about her like this, and go about
making me admit to stuff and what is this, another way to hurt me? Cos I'm not
having it. ANY OF IT. No more of your cheating me and messing me about.
Spike shouted this last, as he lunged towards Angel, making a grab for his
throat as if to pin him against the wall. Angel anticipated his move and
sidestepped, but put his arm out to catch Spike as he tried to catch himself. As
he drew Spike upwards and nearer to his face, Spike choked and went limp in his
arms. He sobbed slightly -
I.I.love.
Angel picked him up by the shoulder, and with a yell, dashed the side of Spike's
body and head to the ground. Lifting him back up, as the blood welled into the
gashes in Spike's face, staining his hair and pushing into his tear-tracks, he
said, very quietly and deliberately;
- I can't hear this. Too much to do. If you listened, I said.I said I know where
to start. And who with. And I tell you, if you start breaking down on me now we
are sure as hell not going to accomplish anything and Buffy will be dead.
Forever.
Spike looked up.
She's not dead? She's.
- Not now. I need you to meet someone.
Oh come on. I'm hardly in the mood or the state for a sodding social call. Will
you just, just TELL ME IF.
Angel glared at him so fiercely he was silent. He tore a piece from Spike's
ragged t-shirt and wiped across his face, smearing the blood and dirt into each
other, but removing little of either. Spike would have protested, but the glare
was so restraining he dared not.
- Highly presentable. Quite the looker, aren't you?
He took Spike by the arm and half led, half dragged him outside, walking for
some time until they reached a road. A car was parked there. Angel opened the
back door and threw him in, getting into the driving seat himself.
It was a few moments before Spike gathered himself sufficiently to feel someone
looking at him. He realised he was not alone in the back of the car. He turned
his head to see a girl in a low cut top and crushing leather trousers, which
gleamed dull in the light of the moon.
You're.
She gave him a look which silenced him, before saying;
"Faith. I know."
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AUTHOR: Abbi
DISCLAIMER: All characters not mine, more's the pity, belonging to Joss
Whedon as they do.
FEEDBACK: Please, please a thousand times please! Constructive crit, boundless
enthusiasm or even just, "yeah it was ok"?!
PAIRING: Not yet. This is going to be long though (consider that a warning!) and
will take in S/A, W/T, F/A, B/S (on Spike's part, anyhow), S/D (though only in a
patriarchal way, fluffy even!) and probably more...
RATING: PG maybe? Some violence. Series will be at least UK 15 though.
WHEN: After Season 5 finale. About a fortnight after Willow goes to Angel, if
we're looking for precise. No hint of seasons six or seven when I wrote this, the plot's all mine.
SPOILERS: For everything including and especially the end of Season 5.
DISTRIBUTION: Will be on my site:
fairly soon.
Anywhere else,fine, go ahead! Would appreciate it
if you let me know where :)
SUMMARY: Spike has a visit from Angel, who tells him he needs his help for a
purpose closer to Spike's heart than he would like to admit.
NOTES: When Angel speaks, he has a " - " before his words. Don't know why,
it kind of happened that way... Faith has "s around her words. Other characters
will have a single speechmark ('). Please, bear with me!
Aware i may contradict things
going on in Angel the Series, as I haven't seen it, owing to not getting
Channel 4 in uni! If it's characteristically wrong, I'd like to be able to
put that down to finding my feet rather than crap writing but hey, you make
your own judgements there ;)
_______________________________________________Resurrection - Prologue
____
Sod off.
The door opened, slowly, hinges squalling and moonlight streaking into the room.
Are you deaf or something? I don't care who.
Spike.
Angel.
(to black)
(back to same)
- What the bloody hell are you doing here? Do you.you do.know and.what do you
want? In fact no, I don't want to know what you want, because, Angel, I don't
care, and.
- Don't lie to me.
How dare.
- And don't interrupt. No, be silent and listen, and for once in your miserable
life, Spike, you're needed, and you're going to help.
Spike stood up, braced himself, and said quickly;
"No. I don't want to be involved with your petty demons and your mindless
quests. I don't have anything to do with any of you, I can't help you -
His voice cracked
I can't and I won't.
He looked Angel in the eye.
Please. Just leave me.
- I know you won't refuse me, because you can't. This isn't about a
quest.
This isn't about any of them, or me, or you. It's about Buffy. It's about
getting her back. And I know you won't refuse because I know how you feel.
Spike went to question Angel, or perhaps to refute this remark, looking both
frightened, but also somewhat eager. Before he could speak though, Angel
continued;
- Don't even say it. The streaks in the filth on your face don't lie to me, even
if you will. You love her. Which is why you must help us. Which is why you will
come with me now, and you won't resist me, and you will shut the hell up and do
as you are asked.
Angel's face conveyed had conveyed no emotion throughout this conversation, but
Spike saw that at the word "love", his eyes, for the briefest of moments,
flinched within their steady gaze.
Look, I don't see what I can do. I don't see how I can help or why you're even
asking me. But I can't lie to you Angel and you know it, so I'm going to say
this and I.don't..want you to read into it or make anything of it, just answer
me and answer me straight. How can we get her back?
- I don't know. But I know.
You don't know! You come here and go talking about her like this, and go about
making me admit to stuff and what is this, another way to hurt me? Cos I'm not
having it. ANY OF IT. No more of your cheating me and messing me about.
Spike shouted this last, as he lunged towards Angel, making a grab for his
throat as if to pin him against the wall. Angel anticipated his move and
sidestepped, but put his arm out to catch Spike as he tried to catch himself. As
he drew Spike upwards and nearer to his face, Spike choked and went limp in his
arms. He sobbed slightly -
I.I.love.
Angel picked him up by the shoulder, and with a yell, dashed the side of Spike's
body and head to the ground. Lifting him back up, as the blood welled into the
gashes in Spike's face, staining his hair and pushing into his tear-tracks, he
said, very quietly and deliberately;
- I can't hear this. Too much to do. If you listened, I said.I said I know where
to start. And who with. And I tell you, if you start breaking down on me now we
are sure as hell not going to accomplish anything and Buffy will be dead.
Forever.
Spike looked up.
She's not dead? She's.
- Not now. I need you to meet someone.
Oh come on. I'm hardly in the mood or the state for a sodding social call. Will
you just, just TELL ME IF.
Angel glared at him so fiercely he was silent. He tore a piece from Spike's
ragged t-shirt and wiped across his face, smearing the blood and dirt into each
other, but removing little of either. Spike would have protested, but the glare
was so restraining he dared not.
- Highly presentable. Quite the looker, aren't you?
He took Spike by the arm and half led, half dragged him outside, walking for
some time until they reached a road. A car was parked there. Angel opened the
back door and threw him in, getting into the driving seat himself.
It was a few moments before Spike gathered himself sufficiently to feel someone
looking at him. He realised he was not alone in the back of the car. He turned
his head to see a girl in a low cut top and crushing leather trousers, which
gleamed dull in the light of the moon.
You're.
She gave him a look which silenced him, before saying;
"Faith. I know."
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