Rating: PG13
Spoiler: little ones from S5.
Summary: Assumptions doesn't make an ass out of you
and me. It's just you.
Note: A Thank-You fic for Mera and hopefully to cheer
everyone up since the WB ruined my 3-day weekend. :)
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LJ. :) The link for the fic is here:
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"Don't see why I have to do this," Spike paced around
his apartment, one hand held the phone to his ear
while the other took a mug of blood out of the
microwave.
For some odd reasons, Spike had grown to like the
apartment Doyle - Lindsey - had chosen for him. It
felt nice to have something of his, not living in
abandon factories, deserted crypts or under the great
ponce's roof. The fact that Lindsey had bought the
apartment instead of renting it was the one good thing
he'd done, in Spike's point of view. Of course, now
that Lindsey was missing, it could be difficult for
Spike to continue staying there, but an accidental
rescue of a rich man's son and the reward solved the
problems.
"Because I missed you." Angel's voice flowed from the
other end of the phone. "And you still have my Viper."
Spike chuckled, "My Viper, mate." He took a sip of the
blood, grimacing at the taste.
"Our Viper."
"I can live with that."
"So? What do you say? Come over tomorrow and we'll
have dinner."
Downing all of the pig's blood, Spike grabbed a beer
from the fridge as he set the mug in the sink. "When?"
The beer didn't do much to erase the horrid taste from
his mouth, but the second bottle should do the trick.
"Umm, five-ish?"
The delight in Angel's voice made Spike smile at how
easily it was to make Angel happy; he liked hearing
that enthusiasm in Angel's voice. Not that he'd ever
tell anyone. "Err, you're forgetting something called
the sun."
"You have 'my' Viper, Spike."
"So? Thought it was 'our' Viper."
"Wolfram & Hart made all my cars' windows sunlight
proof." Angel sighed; Spike could be so dense
sometimes. "You have underground parking and so do I.
Just get in the Viper and drive over."
"You have it all figured out, huh? Ponce."
"I'll see you at five, Spike."
"I thought you said five-ish!"
"Goodnight."
"Poof." With an affectionate - but if anyone had asked
him, Spike would describe it as annoyed - shake of his
head, Spike clicked off the phone and sat down to
enjoy another round with the X-Box.
There was no bleeding way in hell that he was going to
drive to Wolfram & Hart at rush hour. But Spike didn't
see any need to tell Angel that, he could figure it
out himself.
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Angel paced in his office. It was 5:03 and Spike
wasn't there yet. Maybe Spike was still in bed. He
dialed the familiar set of numbers and waited for the
phone to be picked up.
"Yeah?"
"Spike? Were you sleeping?" Angel frowned, even though
he was pleased that he had guessed what Spike was
doing, it still annoyed him.
"Yeah, damn X-Box was pissing me off. Had to kick its
ass." Spike yawned and glanced at the clock. 5:04.
"Whatever, get over here."
"Yeah yeah."
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The clock on the wall read 5:29 and Spike still wasn't
there.
Angel picked up his phone again. "Are you here yet?"
"Jesus, Peaches! How old are you, five?"
"Well?"
"No!" Spike hung up before Angel could get another
word in.
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5:47.
"Spike."
"Fuck off." Spike growled into the phone.
It was then that Angel realized that it was rush hour
and Spike hated waiting.
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6:03.
"What the hell is that noise?" Angel cringed as he
strained to make out the clamor in the background. It
sounded like a.siren?
"Cops."
"What?"
"A bit busy right now. Ta!"
"Spike? Spike!" Irritation from waiting for Spike
dissipated into worry. Angel tried calling back, but
Spike's cell phone went straight to voicemail.
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"Spike? Are you okay? Where are you?"
After twenty minutes of calling, Spike finally
answered.
"My apartment." Spike's tone was tense and the words
were almost spat out.
"Stay there!" Angel didn't dare to ask what happened
with the cops. He should have just gone over there in
the first place, at least then they wouldn't have
wasted an hour and Spike wouldn't be mad at him.
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"Spike?" Opening the door with his key, Angel stepped
into the living room and called out tentatively.
"In here."
In eight large steps, Angel rushed into the bedroom
only to find Spike wrapped up comfortably in his
comforter and looking like he hadn't even left the
bed.
"Have you even gotten out of the bed today?" Anger
bubbled inside of Angel. Spike had lied to him!
"No." Stretching leisurely, Spike ignored the
annoyance in Angel's voice.
"You lied to me!"
"No I didn't." Spike grinned cheekily.
"Yes you did.you." He trailed off as he thought back
to their conversation, Spike didn't lie to him. He
just assumed.Wait! The siren! "What was the siren huh?
And the cops?" Angel glared.
"TV." Pointing to the television placed across from
the bed, Spike shifted to make room for Angel. "Cops
is a show."
"You.I.You."
Spike watched the numerous emotions as they played out
across the older vampire's face. Angel actually looked
flushed and Spike wondered if any blood vessels had
burst to create that effect. "Not my fault if you like
to jump your fat ass into conclusions."
"I don't give a damn! Make it up to me!" Angel
actually pouted and stomped his foot on the floor.
The amusement of watching the older vampire behaving
like a child quickly transformed to desire as Spike
focused on the pouty lips and puppy eyes. "Well, luv.
I am still in bed."
~ END ~