Sorry to those who were reading some of my other fic's, I know I haven't updated in a while, ideas haven't come to me and I've been very busy with school :S.
Here's a Post NFA fic that's been sitting around for a while. I'd like to continue it so expect updates!
Rain
spitting, bucketing, pouring everywhere. Eyes blind to attacks but
other senses not dulled.
Spike looked around him, still unable to
see much, but through his blurred vision he saw the last moments of
Gunn's life as he dusted his last vampire and collapsed, body
lifeless before it reached the stone ground. Without a moment to
contemplate what he had just witnessed the blond was thrown to the
ground by an even larger counterpart than his last attacker. Instead
of a glurrslag demon, he was now facing what looked like an even
bigger than expected dragon that Angel had intended to slay earlier.
"Spike" a dull voice yelled.
He looked over and saw
a bloody Angel staggering towards him, sword in hand. He nodded in
Spike's direction and they both struck the dragon in unison.
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"Why do neither of you have intercourse at
this moment?" A confused Illyria piped up.
"What?"
Spike and Angel exclaimed, shocked and worried at the same time and
exchanging an uneasy glance.
"Intercourse," she replied
with no change in tone of her voice and a head tilt.
Angel cleared
his throat nervously and Spike yelled an unexpected, "OH!"
Angel
replied, "Oh?"
"She means why haven't we
talked..."
"That oh..." a reassured brunette spoke.
"Look, Illyria..." Angel sighed, "We just went through
The apocalypse. Give us some time"
For a few moments
the three were silent, taking in what Angel had said. The
Apocalypse. That's what it was, yet it was almost like it never
occurred, almost dreamlike. Flashes and memories of the mighty battle
would seize through each of their minds on occasion, then blocked out
quicker than they materialized into the minds of these three heroes.