Gift for zubiemom
Your drabble is of Wesley and Spike, and possible hints of something more between them. That or just friendship; take your pick.
Of all the things he expected Spike to turn into, a black retriever wasn't one of them. Sure, he wore black all the time, but Wesley had expected something more...blonde.
Spike growled at him warningly, as if reading his thoughts. “We'll get you changed back, I promise,” Wesley told him. “I'm going through the anti-curses now.”
Spike merely snorted and walked around himself three times before settling at Wesley's feet. After awhile, Wesley could tell his breathing had evened out and he'd fallen asleep. Silently and as carefully as possible he crept over to his bookcase and pulled out his camera.
He turned off the flash and quickly snapped three shots. He was pretty cute when he was a dog, and Wesley needed blackmail after that horrendous party of Lorne's.
Smiling to himself, he put the camera on his desk and set about uploading the images. After a moment, he reached down to scratch behind Spike's ears. Spike growled, happily this time, at the touch. Wesley's smile widened.
Of course, that anti-curse was going to take a bit to find. Wesley was sure of it.
He quickly shut down the website that had the anti-curse and finished uploading the images instead.
~Nebula
Of all the things he expected Spike to turn into, a black retriever wasn't one of them. Sure, he wore black all the time, but Wesley had expected something more...blonde.
Spike growled at him warningly, as if reading his thoughts. “We'll get you changed back, I promise,” Wesley told him. “I'm going through the anti-curses now.”
Spike merely snorted and walked around himself three times before settling at Wesley's feet. After awhile, Wesley could tell his breathing had evened out and he'd fallen asleep. Silently and as carefully as possible he crept over to his bookcase and pulled out his camera.
He turned off the flash and quickly snapped three shots. He was pretty cute when he was a dog, and Wesley needed blackmail after that horrendous party of Lorne's.
Smiling to himself, he put the camera on his desk and set about uploading the images. After a moment, he reached down to scratch behind Spike's ears. Spike growled, happily this time, at the touch. Wesley's smile widened.
Of course, that anti-curse was going to take a bit to find. Wesley was sure of it.
He quickly shut down the website that had the anti-curse and finished uploading the images instead.
~Nebula