Boston'verse!
It's been a long time, so summary time! Buffy/Angel live in LA, Dawn and Spike hang out in Boston.
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As the front door slammed closed, Angel decided that future visits to Boston would be restricted to a yearly occasion. Preferably an occasion without Spike. “This is your fault,” he stated, still staring at the door Buffy and Dawn had just exited.
The ripped curtains had remained tangled around Spike’s left leg, but setting himself free obviously didn’t keep the blond busy enough. “You, blaming me. How novel,” he snarked, every bit as tiffed as the girls, “Who threw the first punch?”
Angel’s eyes narrowed. “You deserved it!”
“Maybe,” Spike allowed; he was grinning, though. “Your word against mine, mate.”
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As the front door slammed closed, Angel decided that future visits to Boston would be restricted to a yearly occasion. Preferably an occasion without Spike. “This is your fault,” he stated, still staring at the door Buffy and Dawn had just exited.
The ripped curtains had remained tangled around Spike’s left leg, but setting himself free obviously didn’t keep the blond busy enough. “You, blaming me. How novel,” he snarked, every bit as tiffed as the girls, “Who threw the first punch?”
Angel’s eyes narrowed. “You deserved it!”
“Maybe,” Spike allowed; he was grinning, though. “Your word against mine, mate.”
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