This place was great! He'd been here for half a day now and he never wanted
to go back to that cramped basket again, even if he did miss his siblings.
He was being held against a chest right now and he could see the kid he'd
saved over the other side of the desk. This chest was weird. It was too big
and it smelled funny.
Smelling it cautiously he checked that this things wasn't going to hurt him before he flicked out his tongue and gently began licking at the material. The creature moved and he found himself being put on the desk from earlier. He frowned and decided that the creature didn't like to be cleaned, weird thing. The big creature that had been holding him was crouching by the kid who was screaming blue murder.
Christ did that kid have a set of lungs! He tried to protect his delicate kitten ears by ignoring the child, but his ears seemed to have a mind of their own and they kept swivelling towards the kid. A new man had sat in the chair and he was watching the other two. Carefully standing on the desk, and checking that he couldn't slip and fall, he cautiously made his way across to where there was a gap between the man's lap and the desk he was on.
This was going to take some thinking. The kid he had saved had stopped screaming now and he wanted to go see him. If that big creature that had held him had hurt that kid, there would be hell to pay. Screwing up his kitten face, he tried to judge the distance but it was so hard. The man in the chair kept on moving his legs. How was he meant to land if the man kept moving?
Okay, he could do this. Three...two...one...Wow! Where the hell had that hand come from? He looked around and found that the berk who had held him earlier had picked him up. He decided that this guy was a bit of an idiot. Could he not see that he was trying to get to his friend? For all he knew, that kid could be hurt or worse! He was about to dig his claws into the man's hand and attempt to bite him when he was lowered again.
Oh.
Turned out that that guy was giving him to the kid. But still he had no right to just pick him up out of the blue like that. At least give him some warning, god this guy was just thick. Oh hey it's the kid!
He purred and immediately curled into the boy's embrace. He was never leaving again. This boy needed his protection and he wasn't going anywhere. Meowing quietly he licked the boys chin and was pleased when the boy didn't pull away. Finally a friend he could protect and clean. His siblings had hated it when he cleaned them but this creature was perfect.
He purred when another hand began to pet his head. He could get used to this. The comfort, the love, the friendship. God he loved this creature that was holding him. Now came the real problem. What was he going to call him?
Spike giggled and followed Gunn into the conference room with his kitty in his arms. What was he going to call him? Gunn had had to check that it was a him first. Spike didn't know why, it was pretty obvious. The man had picked up both him and the kitten and put them on the table that filled most of the room. Angel and Wesley were reading boring books again and Gunn was helping him name the kitten. He liked Gunn.
"How about Kitty?" Gunn suggested. "You've already called him that before." The kitten in question was padding softly around Spike and was sniffing at the assorted paper and books.
Spike shook his head. "Nah. What would I call all the other kitties we're going to save? He needs to be special." The kitten licked Spike's palm gently and Spike giggled before scratching it behind the ear. The kitten purred and Spike moved his hand down the kitten's back and began scratching the base of its spine. "What about Pussy?"
"No!"
Spike pouted at the three adults who had yelled at him. "Fine." He mumbled and got back to thinking. "Oh, how about Bundles?"
"Why Bundles?" Wesley asked from the other end of the table. Books surrounded the man again and Spike was beginning to wonder if he did anything else.
The child sighed and gave the ex-watcher a tired look. "'Cause he's a bundle of fun. Stupid." Sometimes, adults were the thickest creatures in the entire world and sky.
"Spike Sweetling, we don't call Wesley stupid thank you very much." Spike frowned at Angel and poked the very tip of his tongue out. Angel replied without even taking his eyes off the book he was reading. "And we don't poke our tongues out either." Spike pouted and began stroking the kitten again.
"Bundles is a bit girly isn't it?" Gunn watched as Spike's look became one of horror.
"I can't call him Bundles now. Everyone might think he's a girl. Icky!" Spike made a face and watched as his kitten wandered away to sniff at Angel's hand while the vampire turned the pages of his book. "What about..." Spike screwed up his face in concentration. He thought back to what he could call the little animal. His face lit up. "Penn?"
Angel choked on his blood and Wesley looked up from his book. Gunn merely smiled and looked over to the wandering kitten. "I think that's pretty cool."
"NO!" Angel sat back up straight from his coughing fit and shook his head. "No way. You can't call him that." Angel was watching the kitten that was watching him back. The little thing seemed confused, so did Spike.
Spike pouted and walked along the table to stand in front of his Sire. Hands on hips and frown on face. "Why not Siwe Angel Daddy?"
Angel sighed and ruffled Spike's hair again. What was it with him and doing that? He held Spike's little hands in his own and looked Spike directly in the eye. "I once had another Childe like you called that. He died and it makes me sad to hear that name. Understand?"
Spike stood watching Angel for a moment before talking. "Did he have long hair and a silver finger he used to draw on people with?" It was only a whisper but Angel felt as if someone had yelled at him. He staggered back and double-checked that this was indeed a mini Spike in front of him and not the real thing.
"Spike?" Wesley had come up to the end of the table the vampire's occupied and was watching the little boy with interest. "How did you know about Penn?" Spike merely shrugged and went back over to where his kitten was currently clawing at a book Wesley had been reading. Picking up the kitten he turned back to the adults and explained.
"I was saving my kitty and I sawed something. There was a tall man he was hugging a younger man and the younger man was crying and he looked really sad. The big man was talking to the other man and there was another man behind them yelling and stuff. I felt like I knowed them. The big man looked like Siwe Angel Daddy and I fink the one behind them was called Penn. I not sure who the other one was." Spike shrugged again and brightened up. "How bout I call him Logan?"
Gunn shook his head while Wesley and Angel discussed something up their end of the table. "He'd be told he was an X-kitty and they make him have really long claws and he'd have to save the world a lot." Spike looked shocked at the thought and Gunn just carried on. "How about you call him Hunter?"
Spike wrinkled his nose and lifted the kitten so their faces were at an equal height. "He don't look like a hunter..." the kitten licked Spike's nose and began purring. Spike giggled and shook his head. "Nah. I like Red. Because he's red colour."
Gunn frowned and looked over the kitten. "He's more a ginger. Like Puss in Boots form Shrek 2. How about you call him Boots?" Gunn didn't seem the least bit embarrassed about seeing a kid's film. And who would? Shrek 2 was a classy film!
"But he don't wear boots!" Spike pointed out and lifted a little kitty paw to prove his point. "I don't know. This is hard. Maybe he doesn't need a name?" Spike put the kitten down again and watched as it padded over to where Angel was massaging his brow with his unshoed feet on the desk. The kitten climbed down Angel's legs and began purring against his chest licking the fabric every so often.
Spike giggled when Angel picked up the kitten and put it back on the table. Only to have to do it again when the kitten repeated the action. "Call him Chaos." Angel suggested. "He seems to keep wanting to cause it." The kitten tried to get back onto his legs again and Angel picked it up, walked to the other end of the desk deposited it and went back to his end. He smiled and put his feet back on the desk when the kitten decided that trying the attack Wesley's fingers as he turned the page was more fun.
"No. He's a good kitty." Spike grinned when Wesley put his bleeding finger in his mouth. "He wouldn't hurt people...that much." Spike clapped his hands twice and sat back on the table with his arms open. As if taught, the kitten ran into Spike's embrace and began nuzzling the boy's chest. "How bout Scourge? That was what Penn called the Angel man before."
Gunn watched as Angel's feet slipped from the table and Angel quickly put his feet back trying to act as if the name hadn't affected him. "No Spike. I don't think that's appropriate."
"Why?" Spike cocked his head to the side and tried to stop his kitten form biting his ears.
"It means something bad. Okay? Just...don't call him anything from your vision. There's a good boy." Angel went back to his book and wriggled his toes when Spike nodded. "Thank you Sweetling."
"That's what the Angel man called the one he was hugging." Spike thought out loud. Angel just nodded and Wesley put on the radio while Gunn watched the kitten escape from Spike's grasp and crouch a little bit away from Angel's wriggling toes.
Moving to the country, gonna eat a lot of Peaches...sang the voices on the radio. Spike grinned and watched as his kitten pounced on Angel's foot and proceeded to bite and claw at the fabric. Angel had leaped up with the kitten still attached to his foot and was now trying to get the creature off of his toes.
Gunn was too busy laughing at the vampire wrestling with a kitten and Wesley was trying to help his boss. Spike grinned at the scene as he decided. "I'm gonna call him..."
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Okay here's the deal. I don't know what one to call it. You guys make the final choice. You have until Wednesday 31st to submit your answer and then I shall continue writing. So here's the choice.
Peaches or Socks.
Which one? I can't decide, your choice. Please can all reviewers choose one? It would really help. Thanks again. Luv Higgy xxx.
Smelling it cautiously he checked that this things wasn't going to hurt him before he flicked out his tongue and gently began licking at the material. The creature moved and he found himself being put on the desk from earlier. He frowned and decided that the creature didn't like to be cleaned, weird thing. The big creature that had been holding him was crouching by the kid who was screaming blue murder.
Christ did that kid have a set of lungs! He tried to protect his delicate kitten ears by ignoring the child, but his ears seemed to have a mind of their own and they kept swivelling towards the kid. A new man had sat in the chair and he was watching the other two. Carefully standing on the desk, and checking that he couldn't slip and fall, he cautiously made his way across to where there was a gap between the man's lap and the desk he was on.
This was going to take some thinking. The kid he had saved had stopped screaming now and he wanted to go see him. If that big creature that had held him had hurt that kid, there would be hell to pay. Screwing up his kitten face, he tried to judge the distance but it was so hard. The man in the chair kept on moving his legs. How was he meant to land if the man kept moving?
Okay, he could do this. Three...two...one...Wow! Where the hell had that hand come from? He looked around and found that the berk who had held him earlier had picked him up. He decided that this guy was a bit of an idiot. Could he not see that he was trying to get to his friend? For all he knew, that kid could be hurt or worse! He was about to dig his claws into the man's hand and attempt to bite him when he was lowered again.
Oh.
Turned out that that guy was giving him to the kid. But still he had no right to just pick him up out of the blue like that. At least give him some warning, god this guy was just thick. Oh hey it's the kid!
He purred and immediately curled into the boy's embrace. He was never leaving again. This boy needed his protection and he wasn't going anywhere. Meowing quietly he licked the boys chin and was pleased when the boy didn't pull away. Finally a friend he could protect and clean. His siblings had hated it when he cleaned them but this creature was perfect.
He purred when another hand began to pet his head. He could get used to this. The comfort, the love, the friendship. God he loved this creature that was holding him. Now came the real problem. What was he going to call him?
Spike giggled and followed Gunn into the conference room with his kitty in his arms. What was he going to call him? Gunn had had to check that it was a him first. Spike didn't know why, it was pretty obvious. The man had picked up both him and the kitten and put them on the table that filled most of the room. Angel and Wesley were reading boring books again and Gunn was helping him name the kitten. He liked Gunn.
"How about Kitty?" Gunn suggested. "You've already called him that before." The kitten in question was padding softly around Spike and was sniffing at the assorted paper and books.
Spike shook his head. "Nah. What would I call all the other kitties we're going to save? He needs to be special." The kitten licked Spike's palm gently and Spike giggled before scratching it behind the ear. The kitten purred and Spike moved his hand down the kitten's back and began scratching the base of its spine. "What about Pussy?"
"No!"
Spike pouted at the three adults who had yelled at him. "Fine." He mumbled and got back to thinking. "Oh, how about Bundles?"
"Why Bundles?" Wesley asked from the other end of the table. Books surrounded the man again and Spike was beginning to wonder if he did anything else.
The child sighed and gave the ex-watcher a tired look. "'Cause he's a bundle of fun. Stupid." Sometimes, adults were the thickest creatures in the entire world and sky.
"Spike Sweetling, we don't call Wesley stupid thank you very much." Spike frowned at Angel and poked the very tip of his tongue out. Angel replied without even taking his eyes off the book he was reading. "And we don't poke our tongues out either." Spike pouted and began stroking the kitten again.
"Bundles is a bit girly isn't it?" Gunn watched as Spike's look became one of horror.
"I can't call him Bundles now. Everyone might think he's a girl. Icky!" Spike made a face and watched as his kitten wandered away to sniff at Angel's hand while the vampire turned the pages of his book. "What about..." Spike screwed up his face in concentration. He thought back to what he could call the little animal. His face lit up. "Penn?"
Angel choked on his blood and Wesley looked up from his book. Gunn merely smiled and looked over to the wandering kitten. "I think that's pretty cool."
"NO!" Angel sat back up straight from his coughing fit and shook his head. "No way. You can't call him that." Angel was watching the kitten that was watching him back. The little thing seemed confused, so did Spike.
Spike pouted and walked along the table to stand in front of his Sire. Hands on hips and frown on face. "Why not Siwe Angel Daddy?"
Angel sighed and ruffled Spike's hair again. What was it with him and doing that? He held Spike's little hands in his own and looked Spike directly in the eye. "I once had another Childe like you called that. He died and it makes me sad to hear that name. Understand?"
Spike stood watching Angel for a moment before talking. "Did he have long hair and a silver finger he used to draw on people with?" It was only a whisper but Angel felt as if someone had yelled at him. He staggered back and double-checked that this was indeed a mini Spike in front of him and not the real thing.
"Spike?" Wesley had come up to the end of the table the vampire's occupied and was watching the little boy with interest. "How did you know about Penn?" Spike merely shrugged and went back over to where his kitten was currently clawing at a book Wesley had been reading. Picking up the kitten he turned back to the adults and explained.
"I was saving my kitty and I sawed something. There was a tall man he was hugging a younger man and the younger man was crying and he looked really sad. The big man was talking to the other man and there was another man behind them yelling and stuff. I felt like I knowed them. The big man looked like Siwe Angel Daddy and I fink the one behind them was called Penn. I not sure who the other one was." Spike shrugged again and brightened up. "How bout I call him Logan?"
Gunn shook his head while Wesley and Angel discussed something up their end of the table. "He'd be told he was an X-kitty and they make him have really long claws and he'd have to save the world a lot." Spike looked shocked at the thought and Gunn just carried on. "How about you call him Hunter?"
Spike wrinkled his nose and lifted the kitten so their faces were at an equal height. "He don't look like a hunter..." the kitten licked Spike's nose and began purring. Spike giggled and shook his head. "Nah. I like Red. Because he's red colour."
Gunn frowned and looked over the kitten. "He's more a ginger. Like Puss in Boots form Shrek 2. How about you call him Boots?" Gunn didn't seem the least bit embarrassed about seeing a kid's film. And who would? Shrek 2 was a classy film!
"But he don't wear boots!" Spike pointed out and lifted a little kitty paw to prove his point. "I don't know. This is hard. Maybe he doesn't need a name?" Spike put the kitten down again and watched as it padded over to where Angel was massaging his brow with his unshoed feet on the desk. The kitten climbed down Angel's legs and began purring against his chest licking the fabric every so often.
Spike giggled when Angel picked up the kitten and put it back on the table. Only to have to do it again when the kitten repeated the action. "Call him Chaos." Angel suggested. "He seems to keep wanting to cause it." The kitten tried to get back onto his legs again and Angel picked it up, walked to the other end of the desk deposited it and went back to his end. He smiled and put his feet back on the desk when the kitten decided that trying the attack Wesley's fingers as he turned the page was more fun.
"No. He's a good kitty." Spike grinned when Wesley put his bleeding finger in his mouth. "He wouldn't hurt people...that much." Spike clapped his hands twice and sat back on the table with his arms open. As if taught, the kitten ran into Spike's embrace and began nuzzling the boy's chest. "How bout Scourge? That was what Penn called the Angel man before."
Gunn watched as Angel's feet slipped from the table and Angel quickly put his feet back trying to act as if the name hadn't affected him. "No Spike. I don't think that's appropriate."
"Why?" Spike cocked his head to the side and tried to stop his kitten form biting his ears.
"It means something bad. Okay? Just...don't call him anything from your vision. There's a good boy." Angel went back to his book and wriggled his toes when Spike nodded. "Thank you Sweetling."
"That's what the Angel man called the one he was hugging." Spike thought out loud. Angel just nodded and Wesley put on the radio while Gunn watched the kitten escape from Spike's grasp and crouch a little bit away from Angel's wriggling toes.
Moving to the country, gonna eat a lot of Peaches...sang the voices on the radio. Spike grinned and watched as his kitten pounced on Angel's foot and proceeded to bite and claw at the fabric. Angel had leaped up with the kitten still attached to his foot and was now trying to get the creature off of his toes.
Gunn was too busy laughing at the vampire wrestling with a kitten and Wesley was trying to help his boss. Spike grinned at the scene as he decided. "I'm gonna call him..."
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Okay here's the deal. I don't know what one to call it. You guys make the final choice. You have until Wednesday 31st to submit your answer and then I shall continue writing. So here's the choice.
Peaches or Socks.
Which one? I can't decide, your choice. Please can all reviewers choose one? It would really help. Thanks again. Luv Higgy xxx.
