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Title: Of Stories Never Told
Word Count: 1174
Rating: PG-13 for sexual references
Summary: It’s not exactly a love story, but that doesn’t mean love isn’t involved.
Warings/Spoilers: Vagueish stuff for season five.
Author's Notes: Lorne POV... You know Lorne of the Deathwok Clan... That Lorne. Also, this is the weirdest writing style ever. It's in first person and then it isn't and then it is again. I think it works, but you tell me.
I have a bit of a story to tell you all.
It’s not exactly a love story, but that doesn’t mean love isn’t involved. It’s kind of hard to explain without all the background details, but I’ll try my best to give you the gist, because the background details are bor-ing.
See it’s about these two guys… er… well, vampires really. Okay, now don’t everyone get up at once here, seriously. It’s a good story. You’ll be entertained. Just because it’s about vampires doesn’t mean that it’s all bad. These are good vampires. Really. With souls and everything.
Maybe you’ve heard of them?
No, well it doesn’t matter anyway.
The thing is these two guys used to really go at it. Like really. Arguments for hours about things that didn’t even really matter. I mean can you just imagine the shouting. Enough to give a demon a permanent headache, let me tell you.
But see here’s the thing, underneath all that brooding, argumentative exterior lay well… primal is the only word for it really, folks. Primal need.
They thought nobody knew, which, for the most part, was probably true. I mean Gunn certainly never acted like he knew and Wes was so caught up in his melodrama and Fredikins… well if she knew before she turned into Big Blue, then she never said anything. Heck, even when she turned into Big Blue, she only made the one comment.
Not that any of you know these people, but it makes for background info.
Boring isn’t it.
But I knew. One of the perks of my demonhood is that I can tell when people roll around in the hay and let me tell you the vibes coming off those too… sparks big enough to light up the whole of Los Angeles.
Sometimes I’d see it, you know. Flash of what they’d done together. Better than some of the soft core porn that used to make it past my desk what with the ripping and tearing and all.
And they’d go back to hating each other in the morning.
Real love hate relationship those two. I could never quite figure it out and I’m an anagogic for crying out loud.
But their emotions… they were never the same from the one second to the next so you can see how it might have been hard for me to pin down.
It was never real hate. I mean I’ve felt real hate coming off of people before and that’s not what they had for each other, not really. Maybe it had been hate before, but after so many years, it just wasn’t anymore. Irritations, annoyance, indifference on a few remarkable occasions, yes, but hate… never real hate.
Maybe they’d just disliked each other for so long, the mistook it for hate, I don’t know. All I know is that sometimes when they had an itch to scratch, they’d scratch it with each other.
It wasn’t perfect happiness. Something like that would have taken Mister Broody out a long time ago. No, these two could get down and dirty, and let me put an emphasis on the dirty part here, because really… dirty. But they could get down and dirty and it not mean anything more than just that.
Just sex. Raw, passionate, eat you up alive sex that left them both sweating and limp and wanting just a little bit more.
But I’m getting away with myself.
So, you’re probably asking yourself, well where does the love come in?
Well, the end really. Isn’t that where all characters admit their true feelings for each other? At the end. It’s always at the end when there isn’t enough time left to really do anything about it. It came at the end.
“So I wager we’re all gonna die.”
Angel looks up at him and Lorne knows he shouldn’t be listening, really he shouldn’t. This is between the two of them, even if there’s already so much between the two of them.
“Yeah.”
“You see your kid.”
Angel frowns.
“How…”
“Secretaries talk, peaches. Big gossip of the building.”
“You can’t… I mean there’s…”
“No need to fret your over foreheaded head about it. Not that I particularly care about the little you, I’m sure he’s very well-adjusted or whatever. S’not like I care. Just wondered.”
“I did go see him.”
“Tell him about the big fight.”
Angel shakes his head.
“Why would I? It’s not his fight.”
“Maybe so’s he could say goodbye?”
“I’m not his father.”
“Really. Could’ve fooled me.”
“I’m not.”
“Sure.”
“Spike…”
“Look the least you could do is not lie to me now. I mean does it really matter if we’re all gonna be dust in a matter of hours anyway.”
“I’m too old to change our relationship now.”
Spike smiles, leering and Lorne wants to stop listening to them. They really do have too many emotions for their own good.
“Well then I’ll just have to settle for the way things are.”
“They’re not so bad… me and you… could be worse.”
Spike smiles again, this one a bit more genuine and Lorne sees it.
Minute, really, barely there and if he hadn’t been staring directly at the two of them, he probably wouldn’t have seen it. Bare flickering of maybe love, but more than likely admiration, devotion of the twisted sort, companionship and a dual purpose. They’d both go to the end of the Earth and back in the name of the same thing and it connects them deeper than they know, deeper than they’d guess.
It’s stupid to say, really, Lorne thinks, because of course their connected. Destiny to destiny and maybe Shanshu had it wrong or maybe they read Shanshu wrong or something because they’re tied, see, tied in a way that goes beyond what regular people know as love.
“Yeah, could be worse.” Angel says.
I don’t know if it’s the last time they talk. It’s the last time I hear them talk, last time I see them together and maybe there’s more into. Maybe I’m just hopeful, romantic at heart. Maybe their destiny is to die together, saving the world.
But Lord knows they saved it because see, we’re all alive.
I’m not saying you owe them anything, or just them even, but they’re warriors, see. Champions for the people and I guess I like to believe that the Powers entwined them together for a reason. Maybe just as comrades in a war bigger than time, maybe as friends, maybe as a helping hand when things got rough, a body to be there when no one else would.
Maybe they’re supposed to be for no other reason than that. Not conventional love, but that’s boring. That’s not their style. Theirs is a love created from respect and passion and hidden underneath all sorts of other emotions that mean they’ll never really love each other, but they’ll care even if they’d rather not.
So, I didn’t promise you a love story, but hey, it’s not so bad.
It could be worse.
FIN
Word Count: 1174
Rating: PG-13 for sexual references
Summary: It’s not exactly a love story, but that doesn’t mean love isn’t involved.
Warings/Spoilers: Vagueish stuff for season five.
Author's Notes: Lorne POV... You know Lorne of the Deathwok Clan... That Lorne. Also, this is the weirdest writing style ever. It's in first person and then it isn't and then it is again. I think it works, but you tell me.
I have a bit of a story to tell you all.
It’s not exactly a love story, but that doesn’t mean love isn’t involved. It’s kind of hard to explain without all the background details, but I’ll try my best to give you the gist, because the background details are bor-ing.
See it’s about these two guys… er… well, vampires really. Okay, now don’t everyone get up at once here, seriously. It’s a good story. You’ll be entertained. Just because it’s about vampires doesn’t mean that it’s all bad. These are good vampires. Really. With souls and everything.
Maybe you’ve heard of them?
No, well it doesn’t matter anyway.
The thing is these two guys used to really go at it. Like really. Arguments for hours about things that didn’t even really matter. I mean can you just imagine the shouting. Enough to give a demon a permanent headache, let me tell you.
But see here’s the thing, underneath all that brooding, argumentative exterior lay well… primal is the only word for it really, folks. Primal need.
They thought nobody knew, which, for the most part, was probably true. I mean Gunn certainly never acted like he knew and Wes was so caught up in his melodrama and Fredikins… well if she knew before she turned into Big Blue, then she never said anything. Heck, even when she turned into Big Blue, she only made the one comment.
Not that any of you know these people, but it makes for background info.
Boring isn’t it.
But I knew. One of the perks of my demonhood is that I can tell when people roll around in the hay and let me tell you the vibes coming off those too… sparks big enough to light up the whole of Los Angeles.
Sometimes I’d see it, you know. Flash of what they’d done together. Better than some of the soft core porn that used to make it past my desk what with the ripping and tearing and all.
And they’d go back to hating each other in the morning.
Real love hate relationship those two. I could never quite figure it out and I’m an anagogic for crying out loud.
But their emotions… they were never the same from the one second to the next so you can see how it might have been hard for me to pin down.
It was never real hate. I mean I’ve felt real hate coming off of people before and that’s not what they had for each other, not really. Maybe it had been hate before, but after so many years, it just wasn’t anymore. Irritations, annoyance, indifference on a few remarkable occasions, yes, but hate… never real hate.
Maybe they’d just disliked each other for so long, the mistook it for hate, I don’t know. All I know is that sometimes when they had an itch to scratch, they’d scratch it with each other.
It wasn’t perfect happiness. Something like that would have taken Mister Broody out a long time ago. No, these two could get down and dirty, and let me put an emphasis on the dirty part here, because really… dirty. But they could get down and dirty and it not mean anything more than just that.
Just sex. Raw, passionate, eat you up alive sex that left them both sweating and limp and wanting just a little bit more.
But I’m getting away with myself.
So, you’re probably asking yourself, well where does the love come in?
Well, the end really. Isn’t that where all characters admit their true feelings for each other? At the end. It’s always at the end when there isn’t enough time left to really do anything about it. It came at the end.
“So I wager we’re all gonna die.”
Angel looks up at him and Lorne knows he shouldn’t be listening, really he shouldn’t. This is between the two of them, even if there’s already so much between the two of them.
“Yeah.”
“You see your kid.”
Angel frowns.
“How…”
“Secretaries talk, peaches. Big gossip of the building.”
“You can’t… I mean there’s…”
“No need to fret your over foreheaded head about it. Not that I particularly care about the little you, I’m sure he’s very well-adjusted or whatever. S’not like I care. Just wondered.”
“I did go see him.”
“Tell him about the big fight.”
Angel shakes his head.
“Why would I? It’s not his fight.”
“Maybe so’s he could say goodbye?”
“I’m not his father.”
“Really. Could’ve fooled me.”
“I’m not.”
“Sure.”
“Spike…”
“Look the least you could do is not lie to me now. I mean does it really matter if we’re all gonna be dust in a matter of hours anyway.”
“I’m too old to change our relationship now.”
Spike smiles, leering and Lorne wants to stop listening to them. They really do have too many emotions for their own good.
“Well then I’ll just have to settle for the way things are.”
“They’re not so bad… me and you… could be worse.”
Spike smiles again, this one a bit more genuine and Lorne sees it.
Minute, really, barely there and if he hadn’t been staring directly at the two of them, he probably wouldn’t have seen it. Bare flickering of maybe love, but more than likely admiration, devotion of the twisted sort, companionship and a dual purpose. They’d both go to the end of the Earth and back in the name of the same thing and it connects them deeper than they know, deeper than they’d guess.
It’s stupid to say, really, Lorne thinks, because of course their connected. Destiny to destiny and maybe Shanshu had it wrong or maybe they read Shanshu wrong or something because they’re tied, see, tied in a way that goes beyond what regular people know as love.
“Yeah, could be worse.” Angel says.
I don’t know if it’s the last time they talk. It’s the last time I hear them talk, last time I see them together and maybe there’s more into. Maybe I’m just hopeful, romantic at heart. Maybe their destiny is to die together, saving the world.
But Lord knows they saved it because see, we’re all alive.
I’m not saying you owe them anything, or just them even, but they’re warriors, see. Champions for the people and I guess I like to believe that the Powers entwined them together for a reason. Maybe just as comrades in a war bigger than time, maybe as friends, maybe as a helping hand when things got rough, a body to be there when no one else would.
Maybe they’re supposed to be for no other reason than that. Not conventional love, but that’s boring. That’s not their style. Theirs is a love created from respect and passion and hidden underneath all sorts of other emotions that mean they’ll never really love each other, but they’ll care even if they’d rather not.
So, I didn’t promise you a love story, but hey, it’s not so bad.
It could be worse.
FIN