Prompt 059 Ficlet and Make-ups for 056 and 058, Both Ficlets
Gunn could still feel the blood seeping out from the wound in his stomach, even as he swung his axe at the first demon that came running his way. Illyria had said that he only had minutes to live. He wasn’t sure if he believed her, but he decided that, just in case that she was right, he was going to make sure that his last minutes counted.
The first demon went down easily, as did the next few. In his mind, Gunn was counting who each death was for: the first one was for Fred, the second was done for Wesley, the third for Cordelia, the forth for Alonna…the list just kept going on and on. If he had time to think about it, he would realize that they had lost a lot of people over the years. If he didn’t know any better, this might seem worthless.
But he knew better.
After the seventh demon, the blood loss got to him, causing him to lean against a brick wall, sliding down it until he hit the ground. As the world darkened around him, all he could do was think about how his life turned out. It wasn’t that he wished that he wasn’t here, that he had never met Angel. No, the only thing that he wished was that he could have done more. He smiled, thinking that he wasn’t really made out for a long life of leisure anyway. People like him didn’t just fade away.
Title: Escape
Author:
lena7623
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 276
Prompt: 058
Characters: Lindsey
Notes: Takes place during "Dead End."
Lindsey left the office with a smile on his face. He didn’t actually think that he’d get away with this. He had shot up one of the main offices of Wolfram & Hart and had basically told the head honchos to take their promotion and shove it up their asses. He would actually be kind of surprised if he made it out of the building alive. He didn’t really expect to. However, if he was going to die, then he was going to die as an ex-employee of Wolfram & Hart, and not a current one. This place had messed with his head one too many times, and now he was done with it.
He was amazed when he actually got out of the building and into the daylight. Now that he wasn’t working for an evil law firm any more, maybe he could work on his tan or something. He really didn’t know what he was going to do with himself, but he knew that, if he wanted to live past today, then he needed to get the hell out of LA, and fast.
At least he got to grab Lilah’s ass before getting out of there. It had been something that he’d always wanted to do, and now he had an evil hand to blame it on. It was a nice and convenient excuse.
Title: Champion Thing
Author:
lena7623
Rating: PG
Word Count: 434
Prompt: 059
Characters: Angel
Notes: It takes place between seasons 1 and 2 of AtS.
Angel was lying down on his bed, starring up at the ceiling. Tonight had been a good night. They had gone in, saved the innocents, and killed the bad guy. He couldn’t stop himself from being glad that they had done it and proud of how well it had went. Things were starting to become a science, really. Cordelia would have a vision, Wesley would research it until they knew exactly what they were dealing with, and then they would all go in together and kill it. Strangely, this was probably the happiest that he had been since being with Buffy in Sunnydale, but he still wasn’t ‘losing the soul’ happy. He still understood that they were really only making a small difference in the whole ‘good vs. evil’ war, and that seemed to be enough to keep him…him.
Cordelia ran into the bedroom, bringing him back down to earth and also reminding him why he wasn’t completely happy. It wasn’t his bed that he was really lying on, but Cordelia’s. He had been staying here until they got a new base of operations because Wolfram & Hart blew up his offices, which contained his apartment. “Hey, Brood Boy, I just had a vision. Want to come out and hear about it?”
“I wasn’t brooding,” Angel said, sitting up.
“No, you were just sitting alone, on Cordelia’s bed, staring up at the ceiling and not doing anything but being lost in your own thoughts,” Wesley said, walking into the room behind her, holding a large book in his hands. “That doesn’t sound like brooding at all.”
“I could just be thinking about other things than just brooding,” Angel said, swinging his legs off the bed and standing up.
“Well, whatever you’re doing, stop doing it and come do your job.” Cordelia put her hands on her hips and looked at him. “Now it’s the time to be all Dark Avenger or whatever you want to call yourself.”
Instead of responding to her, he just smiled and walked past her, the coat he hadn’t bothered to take off yet billowing out behind him as he walked. He’d never admit it, but he kind of liked it when Cordelia called him stuff like that. It was better than Brood Boy at any rate.
He could hear Wesley comment from the other room, “Does he just constantly have a fan blowing around him? How does he billow all the time?”
“I guess it’s a Champion thing,” Cordelia replied. Angel knew that it was going to be impossible for him to wipe the grin from his face now.
The first demon went down easily, as did the next few. In his mind, Gunn was counting who each death was for: the first one was for Fred, the second was done for Wesley, the third for Cordelia, the forth for Alonna…the list just kept going on and on. If he had time to think about it, he would realize that they had lost a lot of people over the years. If he didn’t know any better, this might seem worthless.
But he knew better.
After the seventh demon, the blood loss got to him, causing him to lean against a brick wall, sliding down it until he hit the ground. As the world darkened around him, all he could do was think about how his life turned out. It wasn’t that he wished that he wasn’t here, that he had never met Angel. No, the only thing that he wished was that he could have done more. He smiled, thinking that he wasn’t really made out for a long life of leisure anyway. People like him didn’t just fade away.
Title: Escape
Author:
lena7623
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 276
Prompt: 058
Characters: Lindsey
Notes: Takes place during "Dead End."
Lindsey left the office with a smile on his face. He didn’t actually think that he’d get away with this. He had shot up one of the main offices of Wolfram & Hart and had basically told the head honchos to take their promotion and shove it up their asses. He would actually be kind of surprised if he made it out of the building alive. He didn’t really expect to. However, if he was going to die, then he was going to die as an ex-employee of Wolfram & Hart, and not a current one. This place had messed with his head one too many times, and now he was done with it.
He was amazed when he actually got out of the building and into the daylight. Now that he wasn’t working for an evil law firm any more, maybe he could work on his tan or something. He really didn’t know what he was going to do with himself, but he knew that, if he wanted to live past today, then he needed to get the hell out of LA, and fast.
At least he got to grab Lilah’s ass before getting out of there. It had been something that he’d always wanted to do, and now he had an evil hand to blame it on. It was a nice and convenient excuse.
Title: Champion Thing
Author:
lena7623
Rating: PG
Word Count: 434
Prompt: 059
Characters: Angel
Notes: It takes place between seasons 1 and 2 of AtS.
Angel was lying down on his bed, starring up at the ceiling. Tonight had been a good night. They had gone in, saved the innocents, and killed the bad guy. He couldn’t stop himself from being glad that they had done it and proud of how well it had went. Things were starting to become a science, really. Cordelia would have a vision, Wesley would research it until they knew exactly what they were dealing with, and then they would all go in together and kill it. Strangely, this was probably the happiest that he had been since being with Buffy in Sunnydale, but he still wasn’t ‘losing the soul’ happy. He still understood that they were really only making a small difference in the whole ‘good vs. evil’ war, and that seemed to be enough to keep him…him.
Cordelia ran into the bedroom, bringing him back down to earth and also reminding him why he wasn’t completely happy. It wasn’t his bed that he was really lying on, but Cordelia’s. He had been staying here until they got a new base of operations because Wolfram & Hart blew up his offices, which contained his apartment. “Hey, Brood Boy, I just had a vision. Want to come out and hear about it?”
“I wasn’t brooding,” Angel said, sitting up.
“No, you were just sitting alone, on Cordelia’s bed, staring up at the ceiling and not doing anything but being lost in your own thoughts,” Wesley said, walking into the room behind her, holding a large book in his hands. “That doesn’t sound like brooding at all.”
“I could just be thinking about other things than just brooding,” Angel said, swinging his legs off the bed and standing up.
“Well, whatever you’re doing, stop doing it and come do your job.” Cordelia put her hands on her hips and looked at him. “Now it’s the time to be all Dark Avenger or whatever you want to call yourself.”
Instead of responding to her, he just smiled and walked past her, the coat he hadn’t bothered to take off yet billowing out behind him as he walked. He’d never admit it, but he kind of liked it when Cordelia called him stuff like that. It was better than Brood Boy at any rate.
He could hear Wesley comment from the other room, “Does he just constantly have a fan blowing around him? How does he billow all the time?”
“I guess it’s a Champion thing,” Cordelia replied. Angel knew that it was going to be impossible for him to wipe the grin from his face now.