The Ghost of Annoyances Past was waiting for me in my office when I got back from the Infirmary. There really wasn't anything in the entire world that I could think of that I wanted less to have to do right at that moment than deal with Spike. With Connor here at Wolfram & Hart, my intentions were frimly in the direction of finding Lilah and/or Eve and seeing just what new imaginative methods of intimidation I could come up with and find out just why my son was here. Dealing with whatever was bugging Spike right then, I didn't give a damn about.
"You have been a very bad vamp."
Out of reflex, I swatted at the finger pointed at my chest, but frustratingly, my had just wooshed through Spike's.
"Who are you, the SuperNanny? What do you want, Spike?"
"Fine. Lemme put this into words even you can understand in that pea-brain of yours. You. Harm. Talk."
I crossed my arms as the frown on my face got deeper with every passing second. Glaring at Spike, I shrugged my shoulders, waiting for the punchline.
"You. Harm. Talk. I'm her protector, see. I make sure nothin' bad comes t'the bird, and you are bad. BAD. Right, you gettin' the picture now, mate? Or do I need t'use Crayola-fuckin'-crayons for you t'understand me, hmm?"
"Hey!" I trailed after Spike, because he had totally left me hanging. Or sitting. Or -- whatever. All I know is that I am the one to end conversations. What made it worse was he was continuing it without me. "I can so protect myself here."
I pointed to my mouth. Unfanged or not they should get it. "Vampire, remember?"
"Who are you, the SuperNanny? What do you want, Spike?"
"Oh oh!" I clapped a bit from where I stood, just sort of at the door. I was never sure when it was, and wasn't ok for me to come in. Angel was never clear on that part. "That's a totally great show! Though if they would just let me at the kids, issue a little Vamp control? It could be way shorter program." But there were other reasons too. "And the parents would be a lot better off. I know it."
"What? Harmony and I did talk. Just this morning
( ... )
"Who are you, the SuperNanny? What do you want, Spike?"
I was 'bout t'say somethin' else t'annoy him since he was pissin' the hell out of me, when Harm chirped in.
"That's a totally great show! Though if they would just let me at the kids, issue a little Vamp control? It could be way shorter program."
Placin' a hand up in front of her face, I spoke quietly t'her. "Harm, now stay out of this. None of your business when me and Angel are talkin' 'bout you, got it?" Cuz honestly, the poor bird just couldn't think for herself.
Someone had t'be the hero 'round here.
"You have a problem with me talking to Harmony? Harmony, who happens to be my secretary, and by definition is required to be in communication with me? Harmony, who you also happen to hate? This is what's up your bony little ass?"
My mouth shut tight as I stared at him, decided t'walk through him, then back again, just t'see what he'd do while I tried t'get my thoughts together.
"To be fair, it really isn't bony." "I..." Sighin', I just shook my head. "Yeah. Right then.
( ... )
"Hey! I can so protect myself here. Vampire, remember?"
That particular comment went completely without reply, and really, that was for the best. Yes, Harmony was cute, and really did seem to mean well, and was a... passable... secretary. But as a fighting machine? As a powerful, fearsome combatant? Yeah, not really.
"Does talking mean I can come in? I wouldn't mind coming in!"
Smiling at my secretary, I waved Harmony into the office, partly to keep everyone in the lobby from listening in on the argument that was always guaranteed to happen when Spike was around.
Spike, who wasn't listening to a damn thing I said, and who wasn't making any sense, anyway. Spike, who was yelling at me about talking to my own secretary. I shook my head, figuring that the idiot was still steamed over not having an office.
"To be fair, it really isn't bony."
"I... Yeah. Right then. Thanks ever so, Harm."I frowned for a second, kind of off-put by Harmony's defending the putz, even a little. Honestly, I knew that they'd been lovers and all
( ... )
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"You have been a very bad vamp."
Out of reflex, I swatted at the finger pointed at my chest, but frustratingly, my had just wooshed through Spike's.
"Who are you, the SuperNanny? What do you want, Spike?"
"Fine. Lemme put this into words even you can understand in that pea-brain of yours. You. Harm. Talk."
I crossed my arms as the frown on my face got deeper with every passing second. Glaring at Spike, I shrugged my shoulders, waiting for the punchline.
"What? Harmony and I did ( ... )
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"Hey!" I trailed after Spike, because he had totally left me hanging. Or sitting. Or -- whatever. All I know is that I am the one to end conversations. What made it worse was he was continuing it without me. "I can so protect myself here."
I pointed to my mouth. Unfanged or not they should get it. "Vampire, remember?"
"Who are you, the SuperNanny? What do you want, Spike?"
"Oh oh!" I clapped a bit from where I stood, just sort of at the door. I was never sure when it was, and wasn't ok for me to come in. Angel was never clear on that part. "That's a totally great show! Though if they would just let me at the kids, issue a little Vamp control? It could be way shorter program." But there were other reasons too. "And the parents would be a lot better off. I know it."
"What? Harmony and I did talk. Just this morning ( ... )
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I was 'bout t'say somethin' else t'annoy him since he was pissin' the hell out of me, when Harm chirped in.
"That's a totally great show! Though if they would just let me at the kids, issue a little Vamp control? It could be way shorter program."
Placin' a hand up in front of her face, I spoke quietly t'her. "Harm, now stay out of this. None of your business when me and Angel are talkin' 'bout you, got it?" Cuz honestly, the poor bird just couldn't think for herself.
Someone had t'be the hero 'round here.
"You have a problem with me talking to Harmony? Harmony, who happens to be my secretary, and by definition is required to be in communication with me? Harmony, who you also happen to hate? This is what's up your bony little ass?"
My mouth shut tight as I stared at him, decided t'walk through him, then back again, just t'see what he'd do while I tried t'get my thoughts together.
"To be fair, it really isn't bony." "I..." Sighin', I just shook my head. "Yeah. Right then. ( ... )
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That particular comment went completely without reply, and really, that was for the best. Yes, Harmony was cute, and really did seem to mean well, and was a... passable... secretary. But as a fighting machine? As a powerful, fearsome combatant? Yeah, not really.
"Does talking mean I can come in? I wouldn't mind coming in!"
Smiling at my secretary, I waved Harmony into the office, partly to keep everyone in the lobby from listening in on the argument that was always guaranteed to happen when Spike was around.
Spike, who wasn't listening to a damn thing I said, and who wasn't making any sense, anyway. Spike, who was yelling at me about talking to my own secretary. I shook my head, figuring that the idiot was still steamed over not having an office.
"To be fair, it really isn't bony."
"I... Yeah. Right then. Thanks ever so, Harm."I frowned for a second, kind of off-put by Harmony's defending the putz, even a little. Honestly, I knew that they'd been lovers and all ( ... )
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