Little Spike/Angel ficlet for paranormal25 prompt tab
title: Yeah, I’m Still Here.
pairing: Spike, Angel (maybe Spike/Angel)
rating: R for language
PROMPT: HAUNTING
a/n: for paranormal25 prompt table
summary: Spoilers for AtS season 5 and finale of BtVS
Angel was pretending again, trying to act like he didn’t know I was there, on account of me not having an actual body or whatever bollocks he chose to hang onto in that Neanderthal brain of his.
I’d been haunting Wolfram and Hart for a while, and it was bloody frustrating. Now and then I could get up the energy to move something, but it was never anything better than a piece of paper falling off a desk. What I wanted was to pick up something very large and heavy so that I could throw it straight at Angel. Yeah, I wanted to get his attention, so what? Is that some kind of fucking news flash? Shut your holes, all of you, it’s not like I’m revealing some big secret here.
ANYWAY. Haunting. Sometimes it was fun. I was able to summon enough energy or ghost mojo or whatever to put my non-corporeal hand up a cute girl’s skirt, which was great. And I could eavesdrop on conversations I wasn’t supposed to hear, (sometimes they were about me, fuck all), but hell, I could bloody well do that as a regular old vampire with a body. And a sodding soul.
So, back to where we started. I was hanging about Angel’s suite and he was pretending that he didn’t know I was there. Because sure, when he was completely alone, he took his sweet ass time unbuttoning his shirt, casually hanging it on the back of a chair, rolling his shoulders and stretching backward to show off his broad, strong chest to no one. Right.
Fuck. I’m going to have to go back to Fred. She’s got some ideas. I need to get my body back. Haunting sucks ass and my body has things it needs to do. Like, now.
pairing: Spike, Angel (maybe Spike/Angel)
rating: R for language
PROMPT: HAUNTING
a/n: for paranormal25 prompt table
summary: Spoilers for AtS season 5 and finale of BtVS
Angel was pretending again, trying to act like he didn’t know I was there, on account of me not having an actual body or whatever bollocks he chose to hang onto in that Neanderthal brain of his.
I’d been haunting Wolfram and Hart for a while, and it was bloody frustrating. Now and then I could get up the energy to move something, but it was never anything better than a piece of paper falling off a desk. What I wanted was to pick up something very large and heavy so that I could throw it straight at Angel. Yeah, I wanted to get his attention, so what? Is that some kind of fucking news flash? Shut your holes, all of you, it’s not like I’m revealing some big secret here.
ANYWAY. Haunting. Sometimes it was fun. I was able to summon enough energy or ghost mojo or whatever to put my non-corporeal hand up a cute girl’s skirt, which was great. And I could eavesdrop on conversations I wasn’t supposed to hear, (sometimes they were about me, fuck all), but hell, I could bloody well do that as a regular old vampire with a body. And a sodding soul.
So, back to where we started. I was hanging about Angel’s suite and he was pretending that he didn’t know I was there. Because sure, when he was completely alone, he took his sweet ass time unbuttoning his shirt, casually hanging it on the back of a chair, rolling his shoulders and stretching backward to show off his broad, strong chest to no one. Right.
Fuck. I’m going to have to go back to Fred. She’s got some ideas. I need to get my body back. Haunting sucks ass and my body has things it needs to do. Like, now.