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"So Angel and Darla are really, ya know, your parents?"
Connor sulked. "Only biologically."
"Wow," Spike replied, staring at the boy. "That's... That's actually just plain disturbing, really."
Connor looked Spike incredulously. "I'm disturbing? You're a puppet!"
"Not all the time," Spike grumbled. Not wanting to get on the bad side of the only other sane one in the building, Spike changed the topic.
"So just why do you hate dear old dad, here?" Spike asked, gesturing to the closet where Angelus was being held captive.
"Why wouldn't I? He's evil. And he completely ruined my life. My past life, anyway."
Spike nodded. "Yeah, he seems to do that a lot."
"Why do you hate him?" Connor asked, his tone disturbingly more pleasant.
Spike snorted. "Wanker made me, beat me, ditched me, then popped up to scold and beat me up s'more. What I wouldn't give for revenge."
"I sunk him to the bottom of the ocean for four months, once," Connor commented after a pause. "He didn't like that very much."
Spike smiled brightly. "I think you're my new best friend," he said happily. Connor smiled back.
--later--
"One more."
"No."
"But I like this. It's fun."
"NO."
"Why not?"
"Because, mate, I'm broke, you're rich, and I think Mister Grumpy Gills is waking up. No."
Connor pouted, but seeing that that obviously didn't work on Spike, he settled on counting all his newly obtained money, courtesy of said broke puppet.
"How did you learn to play poker so well, anyway?"
"I taught him," Gunn said cockily as he walked into the room.
"Hey, Charlie boy. Come to take your turn at the puppet punching bag? And I mean Angelus," he added.
Gunn smirked. "As tempting as that sounds, no. I'm just here to pick up paperwork."
Connor glanced up at the clock. "At three in the morning?"
"Working for a vampire includes all sorts of screwed up deadlines. And hey, speaking of deadlines, how is the evil one?"
"Bound and blissfully not talking."
"Just what I like to hear. Or, well not hear," Gunn said, grabbing some papers, waving, and then leaving the room.
--10 minutes later--
"I'm bored," Connor declared. Sitting around guarding a sleeping (was he still sleeping?) evil puppet could only do so much for him.
Spike raised an eyebrow. "Do you want me to entertain you then?"
Connor glared at him, but Spike knew enough now not to take it too personally. "Isn't there something fun we could do? Like... anything?" he asked, his tone bordering dangerously on whiny.
"Shouldn't you be a brooding pit of despair?" Spike countered.
"Where were you when we discussed how I'm nothing like my father?"
"What about them special vampire powers of yours?" Spike pointed out.
"I got those from my mother," Connor said simply.
"You got me there," Spike said, shrugging.
"So..." Connor began.
"Yeah..."
"Wanna see what's on TV?"
"I thought you'd never ask."
--about an hour of Harry Potter later--
"I think Snape is a vampire," Connor commented, enjoying the movie despite himself. He was relaxing on the couch next to Spike, watching Harry Potter on Angel's big screen TV, and resisting the temptation to use Spike as a pillow.
"He probably is," Spike replied. "Evil bastard. Although, um, no offense to me."
"And the one student, Draco-something, kind of reminds me of--"
"You shut your mouth," Spike said grumpily, cutting off Connor. "I had the Little Bit nagging me about that for a whole summer."
"What's a little...? You know what, never mind."
Spike sighed. "I wish I could fly." Connor gave him a weird look and he quickly said, "It's the puppet, making me say these things. Which I didn't, because you don't have any proof, so ha."
Connor continued staring at Spike. "You're very defensive, do you know that?"
"Oh yeah? Well, so is your... face." Connor blinked, and they continued to watch the movie in silence.
TBC
"So Angel and Darla are really, ya know, your parents?"
Connor sulked. "Only biologically."
"Wow," Spike replied, staring at the boy. "That's... That's actually just plain disturbing, really."
Connor looked Spike incredulously. "I'm disturbing? You're a puppet!"
"Not all the time," Spike grumbled. Not wanting to get on the bad side of the only other sane one in the building, Spike changed the topic.
"So just why do you hate dear old dad, here?" Spike asked, gesturing to the closet where Angelus was being held captive.
"Why wouldn't I? He's evil. And he completely ruined my life. My past life, anyway."
Spike nodded. "Yeah, he seems to do that a lot."
"Why do you hate him?" Connor asked, his tone disturbingly more pleasant.
Spike snorted. "Wanker made me, beat me, ditched me, then popped up to scold and beat me up s'more. What I wouldn't give for revenge."
"I sunk him to the bottom of the ocean for four months, once," Connor commented after a pause. "He didn't like that very much."
Spike smiled brightly. "I think you're my new best friend," he said happily. Connor smiled back.
--later--
"One more."
"No."
"But I like this. It's fun."
"NO."
"Why not?"
"Because, mate, I'm broke, you're rich, and I think Mister Grumpy Gills is waking up. No."
Connor pouted, but seeing that that obviously didn't work on Spike, he settled on counting all his newly obtained money, courtesy of said broke puppet.
"How did you learn to play poker so well, anyway?"
"I taught him," Gunn said cockily as he walked into the room.
"Hey, Charlie boy. Come to take your turn at the puppet punching bag? And I mean Angelus," he added.
Gunn smirked. "As tempting as that sounds, no. I'm just here to pick up paperwork."
Connor glanced up at the clock. "At three in the morning?"
"Working for a vampire includes all sorts of screwed up deadlines. And hey, speaking of deadlines, how is the evil one?"
"Bound and blissfully not talking."
"Just what I like to hear. Or, well not hear," Gunn said, grabbing some papers, waving, and then leaving the room.
--10 minutes later--
"I'm bored," Connor declared. Sitting around guarding a sleeping (was he still sleeping?) evil puppet could only do so much for him.
Spike raised an eyebrow. "Do you want me to entertain you then?"
Connor glared at him, but Spike knew enough now not to take it too personally. "Isn't there something fun we could do? Like... anything?" he asked, his tone bordering dangerously on whiny.
"Shouldn't you be a brooding pit of despair?" Spike countered.
"Where were you when we discussed how I'm nothing like my father?"
"What about them special vampire powers of yours?" Spike pointed out.
"I got those from my mother," Connor said simply.
"You got me there," Spike said, shrugging.
"So..." Connor began.
"Yeah..."
"Wanna see what's on TV?"
"I thought you'd never ask."
--about an hour of Harry Potter later--
"I think Snape is a vampire," Connor commented, enjoying the movie despite himself. He was relaxing on the couch next to Spike, watching Harry Potter on Angel's big screen TV, and resisting the temptation to use Spike as a pillow.
"He probably is," Spike replied. "Evil bastard. Although, um, no offense to me."
"And the one student, Draco-something, kind of reminds me of--"
"You shut your mouth," Spike said grumpily, cutting off Connor. "I had the Little Bit nagging me about that for a whole summer."
"What's a little...? You know what, never mind."
Spike sighed. "I wish I could fly." Connor gave him a weird look and he quickly said, "It's the puppet, making me say these things. Which I didn't, because you don't have any proof, so ha."
Connor continued staring at Spike. "You're very defensive, do you know that?"
"Oh yeah? Well, so is your... face." Connor blinked, and they continued to watch the movie in silence.
TBC