Ficlet post! 'Five Little Known Facts About Spike' (2/3)
Here's the next in the littleknownfacts!verse. Enjoy! :-)
Previous parts can be found here.
Title: Five Little Known Facts About Spike
Pairing: S/A
Rating: PG-13 this part (NC-17 later)
Disclaimer: Not mine, not for profit...just borrowing them to get the plot bunny that invaded my brain to shut up already.
Timeline: Set during S5 AtS, post Destiny, pretty much goes AU after that
Word Count: 614
Beta'd: by kitty_poker1
Fact #1:
Ever since becoming corporeal, Spike tries his bloody best to stay away from Wolfram & Hart…the CEO in particular. That's not news to anyone there. What would be news to them is the reason why.
Fact #2:
Spike has a weakness for tall, dark-haired blokes. This isn't a secret from everyone, but it's not something he advertises to the humans in his life now. There's only one being in his life now who knows the truth of it, although he acts as if he doesn't.
Fact #3:
Spike still writes poetry. He doesn't show anyone, though. There's no one left he trusts enough to show. Dru's…off somewhere, probably shagging something horned and slimy, and the only other person he's ever trusted with his poetry since the public humiliation he suffered his last night as a human doesn't exist anymore. Or at least, if he does, he's buried deep inside a shell that walks and talks like him, but acts like a stranger.
So, Spike writes his poetry in secret, then makes his way to a poetry club he found one night while still incorporeal and roaming the streets of LA in a bid to get away from Angel after one row too many. He sits at the bar in the club, listening to others bare their souls up on the stage. He tosses back drink after drink, telling himself just one more and he'll find the courage to get up on that stage…but one more is never enough.
Fact #4:
Spike doesn't like carrying a briefcase. They're clunky and awkward and don't go at all with his leather coat or his punk image. But it made Angel sit up and take notice the day he walked in with it. There was a gleam of pride…or something in Angel's eye that made Spike stand a little taller, feel a little more important. True, he'd filled the briefcase with beer and made a point of showing Angel first chance he got, but then, Spike never could resist finding new ways to get under the wanker's skin. Keeps things interesting, it does.
Fact #5:
Spike stays away from the office for days at a time just so he can see the mix of irritation, exasperation and relief on Angel's face when he finally walks in. He's not proud of it or, hell, even acknowledges the reason behind it, but it's true just the same. It's the only way he can tell, sometimes, that Angel still gives a bloody damn.
Their relationship has changed so much over the years that sometimes Spike wonders if he imagined the way it used to be. Especially when Angel seems determined to ignore they even had a past together beyond being evil accomplices. Spike wishes he could just ask Angel about it some time when they're alone, but Angel would probably just tell him to bugger off.
Then something happens that changes Spike's perspective on the entire situation. Spike asks for more money and another car and, predictably, Angel tells him no. Par for the course, that. What's not par for the course is Angel's lack of socks as he walks past him. Curious, Spike hangs about after the others leave and walks around the back of Angel's desk. He pulls out Angel's leather chair and there, lying atop-of all things-a bear skin rug, are Angel's socks.
A memory flashes through Spike's mind of another time and place. On a hunch, he inhales and a slow, knowing smile curves his lips. Looks like he doesn't have to annoy the old pouf to get a rise out of him after all.
What's that old saying? Right. Knowledge is power.
~Finis
Continued here.
Previous parts can be found here.
Title: Five Little Known Facts About Spike
Pairing: S/A
Rating: PG-13 this part (NC-17 later)
Disclaimer: Not mine, not for profit...just borrowing them to get the plot bunny that invaded my brain to shut up already.
Timeline: Set during S5 AtS, post Destiny, pretty much goes AU after that
Word Count: 614
Beta'd: by kitty_poker1
Fact #1:
Ever since becoming corporeal, Spike tries his bloody best to stay away from Wolfram & Hart…the CEO in particular. That's not news to anyone there. What would be news to them is the reason why.
Fact #2:
Spike has a weakness for tall, dark-haired blokes. This isn't a secret from everyone, but it's not something he advertises to the humans in his life now. There's only one being in his life now who knows the truth of it, although he acts as if he doesn't.
Fact #3:
Spike still writes poetry. He doesn't show anyone, though. There's no one left he trusts enough to show. Dru's…off somewhere, probably shagging something horned and slimy, and the only other person he's ever trusted with his poetry since the public humiliation he suffered his last night as a human doesn't exist anymore. Or at least, if he does, he's buried deep inside a shell that walks and talks like him, but acts like a stranger.
So, Spike writes his poetry in secret, then makes his way to a poetry club he found one night while still incorporeal and roaming the streets of LA in a bid to get away from Angel after one row too many. He sits at the bar in the club, listening to others bare their souls up on the stage. He tosses back drink after drink, telling himself just one more and he'll find the courage to get up on that stage…but one more is never enough.
Fact #4:
Spike doesn't like carrying a briefcase. They're clunky and awkward and don't go at all with his leather coat or his punk image. But it made Angel sit up and take notice the day he walked in with it. There was a gleam of pride…or something in Angel's eye that made Spike stand a little taller, feel a little more important. True, he'd filled the briefcase with beer and made a point of showing Angel first chance he got, but then, Spike never could resist finding new ways to get under the wanker's skin. Keeps things interesting, it does.
Fact #5:
Spike stays away from the office for days at a time just so he can see the mix of irritation, exasperation and relief on Angel's face when he finally walks in. He's not proud of it or, hell, even acknowledges the reason behind it, but it's true just the same. It's the only way he can tell, sometimes, that Angel still gives a bloody damn.
Their relationship has changed so much over the years that sometimes Spike wonders if he imagined the way it used to be. Especially when Angel seems determined to ignore they even had a past together beyond being evil accomplices. Spike wishes he could just ask Angel about it some time when they're alone, but Angel would probably just tell him to bugger off.
Then something happens that changes Spike's perspective on the entire situation. Spike asks for more money and another car and, predictably, Angel tells him no. Par for the course, that. What's not par for the course is Angel's lack of socks as he walks past him. Curious, Spike hangs about after the others leave and walks around the back of Angel's desk. He pulls out Angel's leather chair and there, lying atop-of all things-a bear skin rug, are Angel's socks.
A memory flashes through Spike's mind of another time and place. On a hunch, he inhales and a slow, knowing smile curves his lips. Looks like he doesn't have to annoy the old pouf to get a rise out of him after all.
What's that old saying? Right. Knowledge is power.
~Finis
Continued here.