Mummy Dearest (fic)
Title: Mummy Dearest
Season: 2 (right after What's My Line pt 2)
Pairing: Angel/Drusilla (implied Spike/Dru)
Rating: PG-13ish
Summary: Buffy's not the only one who likes to play nursemaid.
Angel lay motionless on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. He didn't know what she was doing here
--with him
--in his apartment
--his bed
--his life once again.
As soon as Buffy had brought him back from the church, she'd come to him, and started playing nursemaid
-- doing a lot better of a job than Buffy had.
Half the time he didn't know whether to laugh at her
-- or scream.
He knew she meant well, but it was getting old. If he was at full health, he'd know exactly how to deal with her, but since fate had played a cruel joke upon him, he was helpless, and at the mercy of a lover who for so many years had been under his mercy.
It was irony in it's cruelest form
--he knew Spike would love it
--the ultimate joke
-- death caused by nurture
“Open up, luv.” Drusilla instructed, skipping over to the bed, a kitten in her arms.
He groaned and turned away from her. “I'm not eating that, Dru. Give it to Spike. He's a sucker for you.”
She grinned wickedly, and held out the kitten once more. “Already fed him, luv. Open up for mummy.”
Season: 2 (right after What's My Line pt 2)
Pairing: Angel/Drusilla (implied Spike/Dru)
Rating: PG-13ish
Summary: Buffy's not the only one who likes to play nursemaid.
Angel lay motionless on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. He didn't know what she was doing here
--with him
--in his apartment
--his bed
--his life once again.
As soon as Buffy had brought him back from the church, she'd come to him, and started playing nursemaid
-- doing a lot better of a job than Buffy had.
Half the time he didn't know whether to laugh at her
-- or scream.
He knew she meant well, but it was getting old. If he was at full health, he'd know exactly how to deal with her, but since fate had played a cruel joke upon him, he was helpless, and at the mercy of a lover who for so many years had been under his mercy.
It was irony in it's cruelest form
--he knew Spike would love it
--the ultimate joke
-- death caused by nurture
“Open up, luv.” Drusilla instructed, skipping over to the bed, a kitten in her arms.
He groaned and turned away from her. “I'm not eating that, Dru. Give it to Spike. He's a sucker for you.”
She grinned wickedly, and held out the kitten once more. “Already fed him, luv. Open up for mummy.”