E-Mail Fwd: Angel to Wes
From: notaneanderthal1@hotmail.co.uk
To: onemoregn@lax.net
Re: Sort this out.
Wes,
Take a look at this.
Please, please, make him stop. It's driving me insane and I've got things to do here. You know. Saving the world things? The things you two just left me with?
Ok, sorry, I know. My choice, and my fault, and I get it, OK? I do. Just....please, make him leave me alone.
And...really? You do? I mean, I do, but that's...
I just....look, please tell me what's going on. Getting information from Spike is like a kind of Chinese water torture.
Angel.
> Spike,
That would be me, yeah.
> I know there had to be a reason for this mail, other than annoying the crap out of me,
> but I can’t think of it.
‘Course not. That would mean you’d be doing something other than brooding now, wouldn’t it?
> If you’re so damned contented, how come you need to tell me about it?
I *am* content. Wes, however, out of some fucked up sense of loyalty, or brief attack of insanity, seems ta miss you.
> How come you need to tell me anything at all, if you ‘know where you belong’?
Thought *you* knew too, but yeah, you proved me wrong there. Should know better, Never did have any staying power, did you?
> It’s just like every other time. You take whatever I’ve got that’s good, and wreck it.
You’re blaming your cock up on me? Typical.
I’m here. Where the bleedin’ hell are you? You wrecked this yerself
> What happens when you get bored this time, huh? You can’t just drop Wes and expect > him to be there in a hundred years. You don’t get that long to make amends. Believe
> me, I know.
Look, ya great lumbering Mick, which one of us has stuck around in the past… and which has buggered off at the first sign of things getting messy and personal?
> Think you can turn him and keep him? Got news for you, boy, you can’t. How do you > think I worked out there’s something wrong with him? It’s in his blood, Spike. You’re > out of your depth here.
Know I can’t turn him. Know all about his blood too, ya git. Was here when Wes talked to the Watcher, wasn’t I? Probably know more than you do.
And the hundred year thing? Doubt it will be something that will come up.
> And as for my decision not to come? I don’t have to explain myself to anyone, and
> especially not you. Unless you’re going to claim your track record is so much more
> stellar than mine, in which case you’re drunk, lying, and out of your fucking mind.
I try not ta base my future on the past. I can learn and move on. Can you say the same?
> Until you’ve got something useful to say - don’t bother me again.
Yeah, heard that bird sing so many times before… and then ya need me for something.
> A.
-- Spike
To: onemoregn@lax.net
Re: Sort this out.
Wes,
Take a look at this.
Please, please, make him stop. It's driving me insane and I've got things to do here. You know. Saving the world things? The things you two just left me with?
Ok, sorry, I know. My choice, and my fault, and I get it, OK? I do. Just....please, make him leave me alone.
And...really? You do? I mean, I do, but that's...
I just....look, please tell me what's going on. Getting information from Spike is like a kind of Chinese water torture.
Angel.
> Spike,
That would be me, yeah.
> I know there had to be a reason for this mail, other than annoying the crap out of me,
> but I can’t think of it.
‘Course not. That would mean you’d be doing something other than brooding now, wouldn’t it?
> If you’re so damned contented, how come you need to tell me about it?
I *am* content. Wes, however, out of some fucked up sense of loyalty, or brief attack of insanity, seems ta miss you.
> How come you need to tell me anything at all, if you ‘know where you belong’?
Thought *you* knew too, but yeah, you proved me wrong there. Should know better, Never did have any staying power, did you?
> It’s just like every other time. You take whatever I’ve got that’s good, and wreck it.
You’re blaming your cock up on me? Typical.
I’m here. Where the bleedin’ hell are you? You wrecked this yerself
> What happens when you get bored this time, huh? You can’t just drop Wes and expect > him to be there in a hundred years. You don’t get that long to make amends. Believe
> me, I know.
Look, ya great lumbering Mick, which one of us has stuck around in the past… and which has buggered off at the first sign of things getting messy and personal?
> Think you can turn him and keep him? Got news for you, boy, you can’t. How do you > think I worked out there’s something wrong with him? It’s in his blood, Spike. You’re > out of your depth here.
Know I can’t turn him. Know all about his blood too, ya git. Was here when Wes talked to the Watcher, wasn’t I? Probably know more than you do.
And the hundred year thing? Doubt it will be something that will come up.
> And as for my decision not to come? I don’t have to explain myself to anyone, and
> especially not you. Unless you’re going to claim your track record is so much more
> stellar than mine, in which case you’re drunk, lying, and out of your fucking mind.
I try not ta base my future on the past. I can learn and move on. Can you say the same?
> Until you’ve got something useful to say - don’t bother me again.
Yeah, heard that bird sing so many times before… and then ya need me for something.
> A.
-- Spike