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shinodabear.livejournal.com posting in slashthedrabble Dec. 26th, 2006 09:02 am)Drabble and a 300-word ficlet, both related
Fandom: Angel, post-series
Disclaimer: Even the tiniest of bacteria know that I am not Joss Whedon.
Prompts: #83 Speechless and #84 Talk Talk Talk
Rating: G
Pairing: Spike/Xander, sorta pre-slash
What to Say?
He went to Africa because . . .
Where else was there to go?
He stood outside the Watcher’s Council Headquarters because . . .
Who else was going to help?
He went inside because . . .
There were some things that needed to be cleared up.
He walked through the door because . . .
There were always opportunities.
He didn’t say anything because . . .
What was he going to say?
Xander took all of one second to look at him before he leapt out of the chair and squeezed the air out of Spike's lungs.
On Speaking Terms
“You coulda told us you were back.”
“An’ what would that’ve solved?”
“Something, I’m sure . . . You’re breathing.”
“And standin’ in a big ol’ ray of sunshine. You’re very observant. Must be the eyepatch.”
“Yeah, well . . . How?”
“How m’here, or how m’breathin’?”
“Breathing. I can deal with the ‘here’ thing.”
“Some prophecy thing. S’not important, really.”
“Buffy’s in —”
“Rome. Livin’ it up with the Immortal. I know.”
“Did you know I was here?”
“Yup.”
“Did you see anyone else?”
“Nope.”
“So . . . I’m the first one you came to.”
“Pretty much.”
“Pretty much?”
“Andrew popped in for a hello after L.A. blew up.”
“That was you?”
“That was Illyria. Angel an’ I were nothin’ compared to her.”
“You fought with Angel?”
“Listen. Can we not talk ‘bout that. Just wanted to say . . . Angel wasn’t as bad a bloke as you lot thought. He really was doin’ good at that place. We all were.”
“You came all the way to Africa to say that? Ever heard of a phone?”
“Guess I just wanted to be here.”
“Well . . . I’m glad you are. Here. And . . . yeah. Wanna grab a drink? I bet there’s a lot to talk about.”
“Yeah, pet. I think there is.”
“Don’t take this the wrong way or anything, I still kinda don’t like you, but . . . it’s really good to see you.”
“Really? Couldn’t tell from that giant hug you gave me when I walked in. Practically killed me.”
“Don’t push it.”
“Was just sayin’.”
“Maybe you’re not so bad . . . but I’m still angry at you for something. Give me a couple days, and I’ll remember. It’s been a while.”
“That it has, Xander. That it has.”
Fandom: Angel, post-series
Disclaimer: Even the tiniest of bacteria know that I am not Joss Whedon.
Prompts: #83 Speechless and #84 Talk Talk Talk
Rating: G
Pairing: Spike/Xander, sorta pre-slash
What to Say?
He went to Africa because . . .
Where else was there to go?
He stood outside the Watcher’s Council Headquarters because . . .
Who else was going to help?
He went inside because . . .
There were some things that needed to be cleared up.
He walked through the door because . . .
There were always opportunities.
He didn’t say anything because . . .
What was he going to say?
Xander took all of one second to look at him before he leapt out of the chair and squeezed the air out of Spike's lungs.
On Speaking Terms
“You coulda told us you were back.”
“An’ what would that’ve solved?”
“Something, I’m sure . . . You’re breathing.”
“And standin’ in a big ol’ ray of sunshine. You’re very observant. Must be the eyepatch.”
“Yeah, well . . . How?”
“How m’here, or how m’breathin’?”
“Breathing. I can deal with the ‘here’ thing.”
“Some prophecy thing. S’not important, really.”
“Buffy’s in —”
“Rome. Livin’ it up with the Immortal. I know.”
“Did you know I was here?”
“Yup.”
“Did you see anyone else?”
“Nope.”
“So . . . I’m the first one you came to.”
“Pretty much.”
“Pretty much?”
“Andrew popped in for a hello after L.A. blew up.”
“That was you?”
“That was Illyria. Angel an’ I were nothin’ compared to her.”
“You fought with Angel?”
“Listen. Can we not talk ‘bout that. Just wanted to say . . . Angel wasn’t as bad a bloke as you lot thought. He really was doin’ good at that place. We all were.”
“You came all the way to Africa to say that? Ever heard of a phone?”
“Guess I just wanted to be here.”
“Well . . . I’m glad you are. Here. And . . . yeah. Wanna grab a drink? I bet there’s a lot to talk about.”
“Yeah, pet. I think there is.”
“Don’t take this the wrong way or anything, I still kinda don’t like you, but . . . it’s really good to see you.”
“Really? Couldn’t tell from that giant hug you gave me when I walked in. Practically killed me.”
“Don’t push it.”
“Was just sayin’.”
“Maybe you’re not so bad . . . but I’m still angry at you for something. Give me a couple days, and I’ll remember. It’s been a while.”
“That it has, Xander. That it has.”
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