Fic: Running With Scissors, part 29
Running With Scissors, chapter 29
Sunny still didn't sleep very well. A general sense of unease punctured her rest, and she kept waking up and touching Angel to make sure he was still there, still, uh, kinda alive and breathing, in bed. Angel's response to being touched in his sleep was to touch back and one thing kept leading to another and he would fall asleep and she would wake up after a few minutes.
But getting up and going to the spooky hell-garage alone was just too scary. So she lay there, spooned against his broad back, one hand on his waist. And she thought of things from The Mikado, like "short sharp shock" and "snickersnee." If it was Pinafore, the only things she could remember were things from other movies, like Worf and Data singing, or Chariots of Fire.
Wesley, she thought suddenly. Something to do with Wesley. And something to do with----
"Connor," she said out loud.
"Mm?" Angel said, not awake. She patted him, and he curled back into her arms, folding his hands over hers. After a second, she felt him become conscious. "You think---"
"Not here," she said into his shoulder.
"Yeah," he said. He stroked the back of her hand. "Something in the lyrics?"
"Yeah," she said. She pressed her lips to his shoulder. "Have to look 'em up."
"Wesley's doing that."
"Yeah," she said, her voice loaded.
Angel tossed the covers back. "Okay, let's see what he's up to."
:
Wesley was listening to a download of Pinafore when Angel appeared at his doorway.
" How terrible the aspect of his eyes!
Hold! Ere upon your loss/You lay much stress,/ A long-concealed crime /I would confess," came from the speakers.
Wesley opened his eyes, and felt an odd feeling of vertigo. "A long-concealed crime," he repeated. He looked over at Angel, and saw a fearful expression on his face.
Behind him, Sunny Collins said, "Uh, I'm going to go home."
"Just home," Angel said. "Promise."
"Jeeze," she grumbled. "No classes. I promise." Then, Angel turned his head and kissed her good-bye. Oddly enough, Wesley remembered when he'd seen his first Slayer in the Bronze, casually standing on tiptoe for the former Scourge of Europe to kiss her and tell her to be careful.
This girl didn't have to lean up, and while she wasn't a Slayer, she was something mystical and possibly dangerous.
Wesley hit the reverse, and the lyrics :
"Though a mystic tone Iborrow,
I shall learn the truth with sorrow,
Here to-day and gone to-morrow;" sang out.
"Wesley," Angel said, in a low voice, "let's go for a drive."
::
In her Camaro, which now growled like a lion, Sunny stared at the fountains outside the building. They were stepped down, little waterfalls to the street. Lots of concrete pool. She shook her head and put the car in gear, and drove home to the Spa.
"The school called," Auntie Prem said. "You're on academic probation."
"I figured," Sunny said.
Auntie raised her head from her cup of chai and sniffed. "You smell of vampire."
Sunny nearly snickered. "Hey, do you still have those Gilbert & Sullivan albums?"
"No, but Krishna does. He sings in a group, I think. Why?"
"Could someone use the lyrics as a spell?"
"Nothing easier. Personally, I think the lyrics of the Bee Gees caused disco dancing."
Sunny still didn't sleep very well. A general sense of unease punctured her rest, and she kept waking up and touching Angel to make sure he was still there, still, uh, kinda alive and breathing, in bed. Angel's response to being touched in his sleep was to touch back and one thing kept leading to another and he would fall asleep and she would wake up after a few minutes.
But getting up and going to the spooky hell-garage alone was just too scary. So she lay there, spooned against his broad back, one hand on his waist. And she thought of things from The Mikado, like "short sharp shock" and "snickersnee." If it was Pinafore, the only things she could remember were things from other movies, like Worf and Data singing, or Chariots of Fire.
Wesley, she thought suddenly. Something to do with Wesley. And something to do with----
"Connor," she said out loud.
"Mm?" Angel said, not awake. She patted him, and he curled back into her arms, folding his hands over hers. After a second, she felt him become conscious. "You think---"
"Not here," she said into his shoulder.
"Yeah," he said. He stroked the back of her hand. "Something in the lyrics?"
"Yeah," she said. She pressed her lips to his shoulder. "Have to look 'em up."
"Wesley's doing that."
"Yeah," she said, her voice loaded.
Angel tossed the covers back. "Okay, let's see what he's up to."
:
Wesley was listening to a download of Pinafore when Angel appeared at his doorway.
" How terrible the aspect of his eyes!
Hold! Ere upon your loss/You lay much stress,/ A long-concealed crime /I would confess," came from the speakers.
Wesley opened his eyes, and felt an odd feeling of vertigo. "A long-concealed crime," he repeated. He looked over at Angel, and saw a fearful expression on his face.
Behind him, Sunny Collins said, "Uh, I'm going to go home."
"Just home," Angel said. "Promise."
"Jeeze," she grumbled. "No classes. I promise." Then, Angel turned his head and kissed her good-bye. Oddly enough, Wesley remembered when he'd seen his first Slayer in the Bronze, casually standing on tiptoe for the former Scourge of Europe to kiss her and tell her to be careful.
This girl didn't have to lean up, and while she wasn't a Slayer, she was something mystical and possibly dangerous.
Wesley hit the reverse, and the lyrics :
"Though a mystic tone Iborrow,
I shall learn the truth with sorrow,
Here to-day and gone to-morrow;" sang out.
"Wesley," Angel said, in a low voice, "let's go for a drive."
::
In her Camaro, which now growled like a lion, Sunny stared at the fountains outside the building. They were stepped down, little waterfalls to the street. Lots of concrete pool. She shook her head and put the car in gear, and drove home to the Spa.
"The school called," Auntie Prem said. "You're on academic probation."
"I figured," Sunny said.
Auntie raised her head from her cup of chai and sniffed. "You smell of vampire."
Sunny nearly snickered. "Hey, do you still have those Gilbert & Sullivan albums?"
"No, but Krishna does. He sings in a group, I think. Why?"
"Could someone use the lyrics as a spell?"
"Nothing easier. Personally, I think the lyrics of the Bee Gees caused disco dancing."