Fic: Valentine's Traditions
*waves blearily from the desk I was sitting at 9 hours ago*
Good morning and Happy Valentine's Day! I actually managed to finish this story. I truly hope it's in English.
*smooches you all and gets to work*
Title: Valentine’s Traditions
Author: rayne_y_daze
Pairing: Wesley/Spike
Rating: PG
Summary: A practical joker is on the loose at W&H.
A/N: Written for inlovewithnight's Valentine's Day Fluffy Ficathon. This story is for thunder_nari, who requested Wesley/Spike, banter or snark and humor with no angst or character death, and the prompt, "You can only be young once. But you can always be immature." I didn't use the prompt verbatim, but I think the theme shows through :-)
"Oh, for the love of- Spike!!!" Wesley slammed the book he was holding onto the edge of his desk and strode angrily to his office door, flinging it open. "Spike! Where the hell are you?"
Just then, the vampire in question rounded the corner. "Well, well, well! Looks like someone got up on the wrong side of bed this morning. No, wait…you were on the right side; I remember clearly. So what's got your knickers in a twist then, Percy?"
Wesley did everything in his power to control his temper, but the color rising on his face was a dead giveaway. When he spoke again, it was with a carefully modulated tone. "Spike, do join me in my office, won't you?"
"So early in the day? Got quite the stamina for a human, don't you?"
Closing his eyes, Wesley took a deep breath and held it for a count of three before he trusted his voice. "Now." This, between clenched teeth.
As the door swung shut behind him, Spike strolled across the office and collapsed into one of the chairs in front of the desk. Dropping his feet onto the edge of the desk, he took note of the books on the corner. "The Unabridged Works of Dr. Seuss" Spike frowned. "Always knew that bloody cat in the hat was a demon. Not quite your usual reading material, though, is it?"
"What have you done with the Codices?"
"Me? What would I do with those dusty old books?"
"Spike, I really haven't the patience for this right now. Tell me where you've hidden them."
"I'm hurt. Truly. Where's the trust gone in our relationship, Wesley?"
"There was never any trust, and you know it. Our relationship is based soley on sex."
Spike smiled. "Seems like a good foundation to me."
"It certainly is, but if you don't tell me where those books are, there'll be no more foundation!"
That got Spike's attention. "What makes you think I had anything to do with this?"
Wesley sat behind his desk and began to count off points. "Who switched samples in the lab, resulting in a 24-hour quarantine?"
"Not fair - Fred got it sorted soon enough."
"And the strip-o-gram delivered to Gunn's office?"
"It was his birthday!"
Wesley nodded. "Very true, but I don't think Gunn appreciated the decidedly male stripper."
"No pleasing some people, is there?"
"I suppose not. And what about poor Lorne?"
Spike shrugged. "What about him?"
"He sat in that restaurant for hours. It really was quite cruel to impersonate Sir Elton John."
"Can I help it that Lorne's so gullible? Never thought he'd fall for a lunch date invitation from the man."
Wesley sighed and placed a hand over his face. "Fine. Whatever. The books? Now, if you please."
With an eyeroll worthy of the most unruly teenager, Spike left Wesley's office, returning in a few minutes with the Codices. "There. Y'happy?"
"Delirious. Now do you mind telling me what is going on with the practical jokes? Really, it's not becoming to one of your advanced years."
"'Cause it's fun. No age limit on immaturity, is there? Besides, it's Valentine's Day. Gotta do somethin' t'commemorate the day. Can't have a proper massacre; not gonna go all poncy and hand out little cupid cards; so I'm winding folks up."
Wesley frowned. "But Spike, you've been playing these pranks for a full week!"
"Well, everyone will expect it if I wait for the day itself. Takes all the fun out of it."
His eye twitching ever so slightly, Wesley tried a different tactic. “Have you considered a more traditional approach to the day? Or perhaps ignoring it altogether?”
Spike’s raised eyebrow was answer enough.
“I’m quite serious, Spike. I’ll grant you, it’s become a tad commercial, but what’s so terribly wrong with a more traditional observance of Valentine’s Day?”
Spike squinted at Wesley. “What? You want some sappy card? Champagne, long-stemmed roses? A candle-lit dinner?”
“Of course not. Well, except the dinner - that could be nice.” Wesley waved his hands, trying to clear the air of that admission. “I’m not telling you to go overboard the other way; I’m simply offering alternatives to these childish pranks.”
“Right then. Sunset’s at around six; I’ll pick you up at seven.” With that, Spike stood and walked to the door.
Wesley was confused. “I’m not sure I under-“
“I’m taking you out to dinner, you git. It’s Valentine’s Day, or hadn’t you heard?” Spike moved to leave the office again, only to stop as though remembering something. “You’re going to owe me, though. This is a two-way street, yeah?”
Still too stunned to fully realize what was happening, Wesley shook his head. “Owe you?”
“Yeah. I’ll do Valentine’s Day your way, but you have to do it my way. I still haven’t done anything to Angel.”
The light dawning, Wesley grinned. “Well, I do still have that fart machine I confiscated from the Krchnik demon. I believe that should make his next meeting a little less dull.”
Good morning and Happy Valentine's Day! I actually managed to finish this story. I truly hope it's in English.
*smooches you all and gets to work*
Title: Valentine’s Traditions
Author: rayne_y_daze
Pairing: Wesley/Spike
Rating: PG
Summary: A practical joker is on the loose at W&H.
A/N: Written for inlovewithnight's Valentine's Day Fluffy Ficathon. This story is for thunder_nari, who requested Wesley/Spike, banter or snark and humor with no angst or character death, and the prompt, "You can only be young once. But you can always be immature." I didn't use the prompt verbatim, but I think the theme shows through :-)
"Oh, for the love of- Spike!!!" Wesley slammed the book he was holding onto the edge of his desk and strode angrily to his office door, flinging it open. "Spike! Where the hell are you?"
Just then, the vampire in question rounded the corner. "Well, well, well! Looks like someone got up on the wrong side of bed this morning. No, wait…you were on the right side; I remember clearly. So what's got your knickers in a twist then, Percy?"
Wesley did everything in his power to control his temper, but the color rising on his face was a dead giveaway. When he spoke again, it was with a carefully modulated tone. "Spike, do join me in my office, won't you?"
"So early in the day? Got quite the stamina for a human, don't you?"
Closing his eyes, Wesley took a deep breath and held it for a count of three before he trusted his voice. "Now." This, between clenched teeth.
As the door swung shut behind him, Spike strolled across the office and collapsed into one of the chairs in front of the desk. Dropping his feet onto the edge of the desk, he took note of the books on the corner. "The Unabridged Works of Dr. Seuss" Spike frowned. "Always knew that bloody cat in the hat was a demon. Not quite your usual reading material, though, is it?"
"What have you done with the Codices?"
"Me? What would I do with those dusty old books?"
"Spike, I really haven't the patience for this right now. Tell me where you've hidden them."
"I'm hurt. Truly. Where's the trust gone in our relationship, Wesley?"
"There was never any trust, and you know it. Our relationship is based soley on sex."
Spike smiled. "Seems like a good foundation to me."
"It certainly is, but if you don't tell me where those books are, there'll be no more foundation!"
That got Spike's attention. "What makes you think I had anything to do with this?"
Wesley sat behind his desk and began to count off points. "Who switched samples in the lab, resulting in a 24-hour quarantine?"
"Not fair - Fred got it sorted soon enough."
"And the strip-o-gram delivered to Gunn's office?"
"It was his birthday!"
Wesley nodded. "Very true, but I don't think Gunn appreciated the decidedly male stripper."
"No pleasing some people, is there?"
"I suppose not. And what about poor Lorne?"
Spike shrugged. "What about him?"
"He sat in that restaurant for hours. It really was quite cruel to impersonate Sir Elton John."
"Can I help it that Lorne's so gullible? Never thought he'd fall for a lunch date invitation from the man."
Wesley sighed and placed a hand over his face. "Fine. Whatever. The books? Now, if you please."
With an eyeroll worthy of the most unruly teenager, Spike left Wesley's office, returning in a few minutes with the Codices. "There. Y'happy?"
"Delirious. Now do you mind telling me what is going on with the practical jokes? Really, it's not becoming to one of your advanced years."
"'Cause it's fun. No age limit on immaturity, is there? Besides, it's Valentine's Day. Gotta do somethin' t'commemorate the day. Can't have a proper massacre; not gonna go all poncy and hand out little cupid cards; so I'm winding folks up."
Wesley frowned. "But Spike, you've been playing these pranks for a full week!"
"Well, everyone will expect it if I wait for the day itself. Takes all the fun out of it."
His eye twitching ever so slightly, Wesley tried a different tactic. “Have you considered a more traditional approach to the day? Or perhaps ignoring it altogether?”
Spike’s raised eyebrow was answer enough.
“I’m quite serious, Spike. I’ll grant you, it’s become a tad commercial, but what’s so terribly wrong with a more traditional observance of Valentine’s Day?”
Spike squinted at Wesley. “What? You want some sappy card? Champagne, long-stemmed roses? A candle-lit dinner?”
“Of course not. Well, except the dinner - that could be nice.” Wesley waved his hands, trying to clear the air of that admission. “I’m not telling you to go overboard the other way; I’m simply offering alternatives to these childish pranks.”
“Right then. Sunset’s at around six; I’ll pick you up at seven.” With that, Spike stood and walked to the door.
Wesley was confused. “I’m not sure I under-“
“I’m taking you out to dinner, you git. It’s Valentine’s Day, or hadn’t you heard?” Spike moved to leave the office again, only to stop as though remembering something. “You’re going to owe me, though. This is a two-way street, yeah?”
Still too stunned to fully realize what was happening, Wesley shook his head. “Owe you?”
“Yeah. I’ll do Valentine’s Day your way, but you have to do it my way. I still haven’t done anything to Angel.”
The light dawning, Wesley grinned. “Well, I do still have that fart machine I confiscated from the Krchnik demon. I believe that should make his next meeting a little less dull.”