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shinodabear.livejournal.com posting in slashthedrabble Sep. 21st, 2006 05:45 pm)Breaking Up Is Hard To Do
Fandom: Buffy & Angel
Pairings: Angel/Spike, Spike/Lindsey, Ethan/Giles and Angel/Wes/Spike
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Is it yours?
WARNING: Implied het with number three, but not the focus of the drabble.
Breaking Up is Hard to Do
i.
The roof was quiet, hundreds of steps up from the din of lawyers flitting to and fro, files shuffling, and elevators ringing. There was still the undercurrent of the city, but at that hour, it was reasonably mute. The night was a comforting and familiar cloak to both of them.
They didn’t face each other.
“We used to work, once upon a time.”
“People change.”
“Demons don’t.”
A red-eye flight roared over head, muffling the sound of shuffling feet.
“Always exceptions to things, mate.”
A bitter laugh and a sigh, and they moved farther away. “Yeah, I guess there are.”
ii.
“Is this the part where you tell me you don’t trust me anymore?”
“Never trusted you.”
“It takes a certain amount of trust to let someone inside of you.”
“Couldn’t just be that I really needed a good shag then, eh? Have to get our feelings into this.”
“You’re just mad ‘cause I pulled a fast one on you.”
“Fuck off.”
Lindsey eyed the clenched fists and smiled, his teeth looking sharp in the poor lighting. “How am I supposed to do that now without you, honey?” He was out of the dingy apartment before the chair could reach him.
iii.
“Breaking up sucks.”
Giles handed her a cup of tea, and patted her on the back. “I’m sure it was for the best, Buffy. He was quite the promiscuous fellow.”
“But he was sexy and cool and . . . it just hurts, you know?”
Giles nodded. “You should be glad that you were never friends. That is what hurts the most.”
She was quiet for a while, sipping her tea. “Do you still talk to him?”
He shrugged.
“He’s not getting parole, is he?”
“No,” he picked up his own cup of tea, and the conversation was promptly ended.
iv.
The three of them were gathered awkwardly in Angel’s office, not really looking at anything or anyone. Wes cleared his throat. Spike rocked back on his heels. Angel shuffled paperwork.
“So. . .”
“Yeah.”
“This is most uncomfortable.”
Angel leaned back. Spike sat down. Wes grabbed his coat.
“So we’re agreed. No more?”
“Yeah.”
“I’m glad that’s settled. Would anyone like to join me for a drink?”
They eyed each other for a moment.
“Right,” Wes blushed, “that was the whole point of this. Goodnight, then.”
“Goodnight.”
Spike put his legs up on the desk. Angel stared at the door.
Fandom: Buffy & Angel
Pairings: Angel/Spike, Spike/Lindsey, Ethan/Giles and Angel/Wes/Spike
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Is it yours?
WARNING: Implied het with number three, but not the focus of the drabble.
Breaking Up is Hard to Do
i.
The roof was quiet, hundreds of steps up from the din of lawyers flitting to and fro, files shuffling, and elevators ringing. There was still the undercurrent of the city, but at that hour, it was reasonably mute. The night was a comforting and familiar cloak to both of them.
They didn’t face each other.
“We used to work, once upon a time.”
“People change.”
“Demons don’t.”
A red-eye flight roared over head, muffling the sound of shuffling feet.
“Always exceptions to things, mate.”
A bitter laugh and a sigh, and they moved farther away. “Yeah, I guess there are.”
ii.
“Is this the part where you tell me you don’t trust me anymore?”
“Never trusted you.”
“It takes a certain amount of trust to let someone inside of you.”
“Couldn’t just be that I really needed a good shag then, eh? Have to get our feelings into this.”
“You’re just mad ‘cause I pulled a fast one on you.”
“Fuck off.”
Lindsey eyed the clenched fists and smiled, his teeth looking sharp in the poor lighting. “How am I supposed to do that now without you, honey?” He was out of the dingy apartment before the chair could reach him.
iii.
“Breaking up sucks.”
Giles handed her a cup of tea, and patted her on the back. “I’m sure it was for the best, Buffy. He was quite the promiscuous fellow.”
“But he was sexy and cool and . . . it just hurts, you know?”
Giles nodded. “You should be glad that you were never friends. That is what hurts the most.”
She was quiet for a while, sipping her tea. “Do you still talk to him?”
He shrugged.
“He’s not getting parole, is he?”
“No,” he picked up his own cup of tea, and the conversation was promptly ended.
iv.
The three of them were gathered awkwardly in Angel’s office, not really looking at anything or anyone. Wes cleared his throat. Spike rocked back on his heels. Angel shuffled paperwork.
“So. . .”
“Yeah.”
“This is most uncomfortable.”
Angel leaned back. Spike sat down. Wes grabbed his coat.
“So we’re agreed. No more?”
“Yeah.”
“I’m glad that’s settled. Would anyone like to join me for a drink?”
They eyed each other for a moment.
“Right,” Wes blushed, “that was the whole point of this. Goodnight, then.”
“Goodnight.”
Spike put his legs up on the desk. Angel stared at the door.
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