“ . . . What we need is an in.” Angel commented seriously.
The group sat around the table in the library seriously. They had been trying to work out a strategy to get into the warehouse for at least an hour.
“What about you Angel?” Buffy asked, “I’m sure being dead and a demon gives you, like, an all access pass.”
“No that won’t work they sense my soul in a second. Plus, I think my reputation for killing lots of them might stand in their way. We need someone they least suspect, someone without a soul someone . . .”
The metaphorical light bulb went off in Angel’s head. He looked to the group inspired
“I just got the worst idea in the world.” he said
Willow and Buffy look at him confused.
“So why are you telling us?” Buffy asked
“Because it’s going to get us into the warehouse I’ll see you later.”
Angel stood up and swept heroically out of the room. The others return back to the research to find out more about this necromancer they are dealing with
* POP! *
“Hey guys.” Xander said, “any updates?”
“Nothing new. We’re still trying to find out about our mystery dead wrangler and Angel is off following a bad lead,” Buffy replied looking up from her book, “who’s your friend?”
Xander put his arm around Beth’s waist.
“Guys this is Beth,” Xander said happily, “Beth this is the guys . . . Except for Buffy and willow they’re girls.”
“I guessed that,” Beth replied amused, “hey all.”
Buffy and Giles greeted her cheerfully. Willow on the other hand was not so happy. She Pouted at Beth.
“What’s going on here?” Beth asked
“Were trying to find evil things to kill . . . like you.” Willow replied without thinking
Beth looked at the angry Willow curiously.
“Good luck with that,” she replied awkwardly, “I’ll think I’ll wait outside Alex.”
“His name is Xander!” Willow growled
Xander flashed Willow a look. He got an angrier one in return.
“Something on your mind Will?” he asked curiously
Willow colleted her things from the desk and stormed out of the room.
“I’m going to go study.” She grumbled
“But you’re already in the library.” Xander commented
Willow slammed the door behind her. The group stood around in an awkward silence.
“So . . .Beth,” Buffy said to break the ice, “you’re a ghost to huh? How’s that working out for you?”
Spike banged his hand hard on the table. He wiped the tears from his eyes as a new bout of hysterics hits him. After a long time he calmed down and looked back up at his visitor.
“Could you say that again Angel?”
Angel rolled his eyes.
“We need your help Spike.”
Spike bust into fits of hysterical laughter again.
“Oh god that was funny!” he laughed, “Thought it wouldn’t be the second time ‘round. You should take the act on the road mate you’d make a bloody fortune.”
“Are you going to help or not?”
“You’re actually being serious aren’t you? Why the bloody hell would I want to help you?”
“Because if you don’t I’ll have the slayer here in ten minutes.”
“That hair gels leaked into your brain hasn’t it. Have to get your bird to do all the fighting now huh?”
“It’s not like that.”
“Oh really? For two hundred odd years you the badest of the bad. Now a days it’s ‘Oh no the mean Spike wont play with me I better go get my girlfriend to beat him up’.”
“I knew this was a bad idea.” Angel said to himself, “so there’s no way you are going to help us.”
“Sorry mate it’s the bad guy code. If I break it I have to give back my decoder ring and they change the secret handshake.”
“How about twenty bucks?”
“Oh my god. The great Angel has resorted to bribery.”
“Thirty.”
“What the hell do you think I am? Some kind of mafia hitman?”
“Forty.”
Spike thought about this for a moment.
“Make it fifty. And you have to have to throw in a six pack.”
“Done.” Angel replied
“And you have to tell me that I’m better then you.” spike said
“What? I’m not going to do that!”
“It’s real simple mate. All you have to say is ‘Spike you are more better then me in everyway’.”
“That’s not even good grammar!”
“Who cares? Just say the line and I’ll help you get the cat out of the tree or what ever the hell we’re doing.”
Angel looked at spike Angrily. Spike folded his arms behind his head and waited patiently. Eventually Angel cracked.
“Spike you are better then me . . .” He said blandly
“Uh, uh, more better.” Spike corrected
“ . . . You are more better then me in everyway.”
“See that didn’t hurt did it?”
“Not yet. Lets go.”
“Hey, not so fast, where’s me fifty bucks and the six pack.”
“Don’t push me Spike.”
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