Title:
An Interlude of Sorts
Author: Miz
Thang
Characters/Pairing: Spike, Angel
Rating:
FRT
Word Count: 204
Warnings: None.
Disclaimer:
I don't own anything but the little story's idea. Everything else
belongs to who it belongs to.
Summary: My version of an
interlude between Spike and Angel, post-The Gift. Oh yes.
"You know," Spike started, entering his crypt slowly and almost cocky, "Dawn warned me not to come home tonight." He slipped his duster off and tossed it on the sarcaphagus nearby.
"What are you really doing here, Spike?" Angel asked, stepping away from the dark shadows he'd hidden in.
"Keeping a promise. Not that you'd know anything about that." Spike retorted. "Don't you have your Angelmobile to be riding back to L.A. in?"
"Spike-"
"I'm not leaving town, Angel. So why don't you just sod off?"
Angel watched Spike as the bleached blond dropped into a chair he'd recently acquired and raised an eyebrow at him.
"You don't have a reason to stay here."
"I've got Dawn. That's enough for me." Spike leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes. "You can tell Harris and the Watcher that it's a no-go."
Angel only stared at Spike a second longer before leaving, the crypt door shutting behind him.
Spike pushed himself out of his chair angrily. He then went and retrieved his duster, putting it on with the intention of showing that they hadn't actually gotten rid of him; Bad old Spike was still in town and not likely to be leaving anytime soon.