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shinodabear.livejournal.com posting in slashthedrabble Aug. 23rd, 2007 04:19 pm)I Spy
Fandom: Angel
Rating: PG
Pairing: Spike/Angel
Summary: Angel's working. Spike's passing the time.
Disclaimer: They have a word for people who pretend to be other people: Actors.. I am not an actor, therefore I’m not pretending to be Joss Whedeon.
Inspired by the Hamlet exchange:
Hamlet: Do you see yonder cloud that's almost in shape of a camel?
Polonius: By the mass, and 'tis like a camel, indeed.
Hamlet: Methinks it is like a weasel.
Polonius: It is backed like a weasel.
Hamlet:Or like a whale?
Polonius: Very like a whale..
— Hamlet, Act III, Scene ii.
“A camel.”
Angel turned his head towards the passenger’s seat, still keeping on eye on the dock they were supposed to be watching.
“Where?”
“Up there.”
Angel saw Spike point out of the corner of his eye.
“There’re no camels up there, Spike. Unless they’ve suddenly grown wings, then I think we’d better go back to the office.”
“Not a real camel, you dolt. A cloud.”
“Spike. I’m trying to work here. I don’t have time for games.” Angel turned backed around fully.
“There’s a cloud that looks like a camel in the sky. That’s all.” Spike shrugged. “It’s a nice night. To look at clouds.”
“Or to look at illegal demon bartering.”
“Will you just take a peek at the thing?” Spike jabbed Angel in the side.
Angel sided, but managed to tear his eyes away from the empty dock. He looked up and saw a large cloud. “Sure. It’s a camel.” With that, he went back to looking at the docks.
“Nah. It’s a weasel.”
“Spike. It can’t go from being a camel to a weasel.”
“Why not?”
“A camel looks nothing like a weasel.”
“Sure it can. A big weasel. Or a small camel. I say it’s a weasel.”
“Fine. It’s a weasel.”
“How is it a weasel?” Spike pressed.
Angel began to angrily tap a rhythm on his knee, hoping the bad guys would just show up already. “It’s got a weasel’s back.”
“How ‘bout a whale?”
“Yeah. It’s a whale.” Angel immediately responded.
“You didn’t even look!”
“I remember it from the first time.”
Spike frowned. “You know, you used to actually be fun. Nights were you’d know what to do on a night like this, you, me, a beautiful convertible.”
“And yet, here we are, me working and you finding camels in clouds.” Angel rolled his eyes and considered just barging into the warehouse himself.
“So you do think it’s a camel.”
Angel ground his teeth. “It’s whatever you want it to be, Spike.”
“Then it’s your arse.”
“What?”
“Big, fat and white. S’your arse. Though, on second thought, it might be your face. Gimme a sec.”
Angel gave him a second. In fact, he gave him an hour. That’s how long it took Spike to walk back to the law firm. He was cold, wet, and angry when he stomped through Angel’s bedroom, and muttered something about “bloody fishmongers” not being educated enough.
Fandom: Angel
Rating: PG
Pairing: Spike/Angel
Summary: Angel's working. Spike's passing the time.
Disclaimer: They have a word for people who pretend to be other people: Actors.. I am not an actor, therefore I’m not pretending to be Joss Whedeon.
Inspired by the Hamlet exchange:
Hamlet: Do you see yonder cloud that's almost in shape of a camel?
Polonius: By the mass, and 'tis like a camel, indeed.
Hamlet: Methinks it is like a weasel.
Polonius: It is backed like a weasel.
Hamlet:Or like a whale?
Polonius: Very like a whale..
— Hamlet, Act III, Scene ii.
“A camel.”
Angel turned his head towards the passenger’s seat, still keeping on eye on the dock they were supposed to be watching.
“Where?”
“Up there.”
Angel saw Spike point out of the corner of his eye.
“There’re no camels up there, Spike. Unless they’ve suddenly grown wings, then I think we’d better go back to the office.”
“Not a real camel, you dolt. A cloud.”
“Spike. I’m trying to work here. I don’t have time for games.” Angel turned backed around fully.
“There’s a cloud that looks like a camel in the sky. That’s all.” Spike shrugged. “It’s a nice night. To look at clouds.”
“Or to look at illegal demon bartering.”
“Will you just take a peek at the thing?” Spike jabbed Angel in the side.
Angel sided, but managed to tear his eyes away from the empty dock. He looked up and saw a large cloud. “Sure. It’s a camel.” With that, he went back to looking at the docks.
“Nah. It’s a weasel.”
“Spike. It can’t go from being a camel to a weasel.”
“Why not?”
“A camel looks nothing like a weasel.”
“Sure it can. A big weasel. Or a small camel. I say it’s a weasel.”
“Fine. It’s a weasel.”
“How is it a weasel?” Spike pressed.
Angel began to angrily tap a rhythm on his knee, hoping the bad guys would just show up already. “It’s got a weasel’s back.”
“How ‘bout a whale?”
“Yeah. It’s a whale.” Angel immediately responded.
“You didn’t even look!”
“I remember it from the first time.”
Spike frowned. “You know, you used to actually be fun. Nights were you’d know what to do on a night like this, you, me, a beautiful convertible.”
“And yet, here we are, me working and you finding camels in clouds.” Angel rolled his eyes and considered just barging into the warehouse himself.
“So you do think it’s a camel.”
Angel ground his teeth. “It’s whatever you want it to be, Spike.”
“Then it’s your arse.”
“What?”
“Big, fat and white. S’your arse. Though, on second thought, it might be your face. Gimme a sec.”
Angel gave him a second. In fact, he gave him an hour. That’s how long it took Spike to walk back to the law firm. He was cold, wet, and angry when he stomped through Angel’s bedroom, and muttered something about “bloody fishmongers” not being educated enough.
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Hee! Love the ending. Nice rendition of a classic. :D
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“Then it’s your arse.”
Hee! This was great!
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*HUGS*
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