500-word Angel ficlet (Spike/Connor pre-slash)
The New It-Couple
Fandom: Angel, Season 6 comic
Rating: PG
Pairing: Spike/Connor pre-slash
Disclaimer: Would that I were any of these talented people that create these comics.
WARNING: Spoilers for “Angel: After the Fall” (Specifically Issue #3)
You’ve realized a while ago your yesterdays are a hell of a long way away, and your tomorrows have ended. There is only today, this day, in Beverly Hills where you can run a little gig that passes the time.
The Big Bad Demon that you’ve pissed off throws an old vending machine into the wall in front of you. You cover your eyes as soda sprays onto your clothes. It’s better than blood and guts. Easier to clean.
“Why do I keep doing this?” You lick your lips and taste Mountain Dew. Figures.
“Because it’s something to do?” Connor rubs the soda out of his hair. “And you’ve got out occupy yourself with something.”
The twerp that got you back into this, his eyes are just like his dad’s. They have that same intensity. Connor will save these people, every last one of them, and if dying is what it takes, that is what it takes. Stubborn until the last. Stupid git.
“Learn that from your old man?”
Connor smiles and hurls a shard of glass from the broken storefront window at the Big Bad demon. It slices through his eye, and burrows into his brain. “In case you haven’t realized, I don’t need him for everything.”
You shrug.
“You’re pretty easy to read.”
“Yeah. Just a regular open book, I am.”
“Hey. I’m not thrilled with this outcome, either. But it’s where we are, so we gotta make the best of it.”
“Now that sounds like your old man.”
That hit a nerve. His shoulders stiffen. “You have to keeping telling yourself that, or it’s unbearable.”
“Where do we go from here,” you mumble to yourself, but he hears you.
“Shower would be nice. If I had a running shower.” Brown soda drips from his hair. You sniff it. Diet Pepsi. Even with soda, the Powers have to put in their little jokes.
“I’ve got showers, Angel-Lite. ”
“Is that an invitation?”
You snort at his incredulous expression. “Yeah. And your dad would kill me if he heard.”
“It’d be all over the papers.”
“Scandulous. Lord of Beverly Hills caught fraternizing with the scrawny kid.”
“I’m not scrawny.” Connor hefts himself up off the floor, more soda dripping off of him. “But I am gonna take that shower.”
He offers his hand, but you manage to stand without help. “Whaddaya say we make a thing out of this?” You brush off your excess Mountain Dew nonchalantly.
“Like, a team thing?”
“Yeah. A team thing.”
He smiles. “Teaming up to save the less fortunate. We could be like Brangelina or something.”
“As long as we don’t have to adopt everyone we save.”
“Nah. We’ll just carry them around with us to make ourselves look better.”
You may not have a yesterday or tomorrow, but at least the next today looks to be a bit different: underground and over the glass, where you beat up the bad guys and save the shivering humans. Yeah. You like the sound of that.
Fandom: Angel, Season 6 comic
Rating: PG
Pairing: Spike/Connor pre-slash
Disclaimer: Would that I were any of these talented people that create these comics.
WARNING: Spoilers for “Angel: After the Fall” (Specifically Issue #3)
You’ve realized a while ago your yesterdays are a hell of a long way away, and your tomorrows have ended. There is only today, this day, in Beverly Hills where you can run a little gig that passes the time.
The Big Bad Demon that you’ve pissed off throws an old vending machine into the wall in front of you. You cover your eyes as soda sprays onto your clothes. It’s better than blood and guts. Easier to clean.
“Why do I keep doing this?” You lick your lips and taste Mountain Dew. Figures.
“Because it’s something to do?” Connor rubs the soda out of his hair. “And you’ve got out occupy yourself with something.”
The twerp that got you back into this, his eyes are just like his dad’s. They have that same intensity. Connor will save these people, every last one of them, and if dying is what it takes, that is what it takes. Stubborn until the last. Stupid git.
“Learn that from your old man?”
Connor smiles and hurls a shard of glass from the broken storefront window at the Big Bad demon. It slices through his eye, and burrows into his brain. “In case you haven’t realized, I don’t need him for everything.”
You shrug.
“You’re pretty easy to read.”
“Yeah. Just a regular open book, I am.”
“Hey. I’m not thrilled with this outcome, either. But it’s where we are, so we gotta make the best of it.”
“Now that sounds like your old man.”
That hit a nerve. His shoulders stiffen. “You have to keeping telling yourself that, or it’s unbearable.”
“Where do we go from here,” you mumble to yourself, but he hears you.
“Shower would be nice. If I had a running shower.” Brown soda drips from his hair. You sniff it. Diet Pepsi. Even with soda, the Powers have to put in their little jokes.
“I’ve got showers, Angel-Lite. ”
“Is that an invitation?”
You snort at his incredulous expression. “Yeah. And your dad would kill me if he heard.”
“It’d be all over the papers.”
“Scandulous. Lord of Beverly Hills caught fraternizing with the scrawny kid.”
“I’m not scrawny.” Connor hefts himself up off the floor, more soda dripping off of him. “But I am gonna take that shower.”
He offers his hand, but you manage to stand without help. “Whaddaya say we make a thing out of this?” You brush off your excess Mountain Dew nonchalantly.
“Like, a team thing?”
“Yeah. A team thing.”
He smiles. “Teaming up to save the less fortunate. We could be like Brangelina or something.”
“As long as we don’t have to adopt everyone we save.”
“Nah. We’ll just carry them around with us to make ourselves look better.”
You may not have a yesterday or tomorrow, but at least the next today looks to be a bit different: underground and over the glass, where you beat up the bad guys and save the shivering humans. Yeah. You like the sound of that.