Chapter One
"Damage"
"She's just an innocent victim." Angel said, hands still stuck in his pockets. He always did that. Whenever he didn't know what else to do with them. He put them in his pockets and balled them into fists. Spike could see it. He didn't know what to do with his hands...
Spike didn't know what to do with his either.
"So were we, once upon a time." Spike replied, glancing at his arms. He hated the way they looked. Feeble. Broken. So, he looked back at his sire. Feeble. Broken.
Angel nodded briefly, sighing. "Once upon a time." he said thoughtfully, hands still stuffed into his pockets. Spike had the sudden urge to reach out and grab his wrists and wrench them free. But even just the thought brought a wave of sadness over him.
Pillock...
Spike sighed heavily and shifted, breaking the silence. He was restless. He wanted out. For a fleeting moment, he thought of asking Angel to help him. But he couldn't bear the loss of dignity. He had already bruised it enough for one night. Why wont the wanker just leave? Spike wondered inwardly. Why was Angel still standing there? What was he expecting?
But what happened next was something Spike was totally unprepared for. Angel took two measured steps toward the bed and cautiously looked down at Spike's hands.
"You...uh...you wanna get outta here?" Angel asked, quietly, looking around the room uneasily. Spike cocked an eyebrow and glanced down at his bandaged hands. With a scoff and a chuckle, he turned his head away from Angel.
"Wanker..." Spike sighed, wishing he could cross his arms over his chest. Angel rolled his eyes upward to stare at the ceiling.
"Spike, I'm offering to help. I know you. The minute I go, you're gonna try to leave anyway. So, let's save us both the humiliation and call it a night." Angel sighed, loosing his patience. He finally took his hands out of his pockets and crossed them over his chest. Spike felt a pang of jealously.
Pillock...
