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So - the delightful image posted by comlodge made me want to write! I admit, this is nothing more than a 'reaction shot', an extended one... but I'm hoping to write a sequel just as soon as I decide who sent the pictures and how Buffy and Spike will thwart their intentions!


Manila Envelope

Angel Investigations usually got one or two manila envelopes without return addresses a week. They were mostly crackpots sending tenuous evidence of conspiracy theories, but every once in a while, the crackpots hit on something real – just because you’re crazy doesn’t mean there isn’t a demon sacrificing children next door to you – so Angel set the big envelopes aside until he had three or four, and then poured himself a double shot of whisky and went through them.

He opened the second envelope of the day and felt the familiar edge of an 8x10 glossy photograph. For a moment, he suspected a desperate actor was petitioning him for help on some circuitous path to fame – in LA it was hard to pick a penny off the sidewalk without also getting a spec script. He up-ended the envelope and slid two glossies out, and a slip of notebook paper. He caught a glimpse of black sharpie block-letter but then his eyes caught something on the top photo. Angel let the paper fall and turned the stack of photos upright. He squinted, at first wondering if this were one of those optical illusion things you had to cross your eyes for, but he looked a long time and the picture didn’t shift or change. He had to slowly acknowledge that he saw exactly what he thought he saw.

Buffy and Spike.

Spike. And Buffy.

Their jaws were tensed, their faces smooshed together, both pressing hard – it was clear that this was no one-sided kiss. Angel flipped the second photo on top of the first. It was the same scene, the same kiss, a moment off, Spike had tilted his head back, a little of his lower lip now exposed. Buffy’s hand was higher on his arm.

Angel flipped the two pictures back and forth, playing the world’s shortest, most personally painful cartoon. Head left, head right. Hand up, hand down. Lip in, lip out.

He didn’t know how long it was before he looked away. He slapped the pictures facedown on the desk.

Cordelia walked by the open office door and Angel wondered briefly if she knew anything about photo retouching, if there was a possibility someone was playing a cruel joke on him.

No, he couldn’t show Cordelia THAT. He saw the note on the desk and snatched it up. “Angel – Just thought you should know what’s going on in Sunnydale. A concerned friend.”

His hand started to crumple the paper. He thought better of that and held it to his nose. The astringent scent of marker drowned out anything else. He did crumple the note, then.

Cordy poked her head in the door. “Everything all right?”

“Hm? No. Fine. I’m fine.”

“Because you were growling. Did the Kings lose again?”

Angel swept the photos and the crumbled note back into their envelope. “I’m going for a drive,” he said, and paused only to grab his car keys from the little dish by the coat rack.

Cordy followed him. “Uh, Angel? Daytime?”

Angel stood at the door to the hotel, shaking his key ring in his hand while the sun glared cheerfully off the pavement outside. He turned in place.

Cordelia had her arms crossed and that look on her face that he might as well give up and tell her everything.

Angel sighed. “It’s family business.”

“Darla?”

Angel shook his head. “Spike.”

Cordelia looked curious, but just nodded. “Do you want backup? I owe him a piece of rebar in the gut.”

Angel rather liked the image of Cordy putting a piece of steel through Spike, but he shook his head. “Thanks. I think I just need to tear his lower lip off.”

“That’s oddly specific and gruesome. I think I’ll stay here, then.”

Angel had a long day ahead of him. He walked back to his desk and told himself he was not going to pick the photos up again.

Buffy. Spike. Buffy’s tan, smooth cheek. Spike’s soft pink lip. A sharp cheekbone, a lithe neck.

Angel looked down. Without meaning to, he’d started sketching the kiss. He snapped his pencil in half. “Screw it. Cordy – find Wes. I need someone to drive me to Sunnydale right now, sun or no sun.”

He had no idea what he would do when he got there, but he certainly wasn’t getting anything done until he did.

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waddiwasiwitch
Aug. 14th, 2013 06:55 pm (UTC)
Hee. Yay loved this. Great job.
hello_spikey
Aug. 14th, 2013 08:18 pm (UTC)
:) Thank you. It felt weird to post an Angel-centered story on a spuffy com, but it works, eh?
velvetwhip
Aug. 14th, 2013 07:08 pm (UTC)
Oh lordy! Spike's in trouble now!


Gabrielle
hello_spikey
Aug. 14th, 2013 08:19 pm (UTC)
hee hee. Yes indeedy. Though I'm still not sure who could have sent that package! The messenger was wise to leave his name off. ;)
moriwen1
Aug. 14th, 2013 07:14 pm (UTC)
Brilliant! I loved "world's shortest, most personally painful cartoon" and "that's oddly specific and gruesome." More would be awesome, if you felt so inclined!
hello_spikey
Aug. 14th, 2013 08:20 pm (UTC)
Heeee. Thank you. Glad you enjoyed the humor in it. I couldn't stop chortling, myself, imagining poor Angel's expressions. :)

I swear there'll be more. I'm just not sure how to fit it in the prompts! *think think*
shapinglight
Aug. 14th, 2013 07:52 pm (UTC)
Oh dear! Spike's in trouble.

I don't know where you're going with this. Should I be worried?

:worries:
hello_spikey
Aug. 14th, 2013 08:22 pm (UTC)
Oh now, darling, why worry? What could possibly happen with Spike in my Angel's clutches?

heh heh heh

*rubs hands with glee*

Srsly, tho... it's about the spuffy. Obviously there'll be a happy ending.

heh heh
sueworld2003
Aug. 14th, 2013 08:58 pm (UTC)
"Angel flipped the two pictures back and forth, playing the world’s shortest, most personally painful cartoon. Head left, head right. Hand up, hand down. Lip in, lip out."

A wonderful sentence. :D

Please write more!
hello_spikey
Aug. 15th, 2013 08:13 pm (UTC)
:) So glad you like Angel's self-torturing flip-book of Spuffy love. :)

Okay, okay, I'll write more. But I was really hoping someone would suggest who could have sent the photos!
sueworld2003
Aug. 16th, 2013 09:59 am (UTC)
Well the obvious answer would be Xander, but I know you prefer not to write him. *g*
comlodge
Aug. 14th, 2013 08:59 pm (UTC)
*Claps hands and dances a little jig* So spot on Angel reaction.

Angel flipped the two pictures back and forth, playing the world’s shortest, most personally painful cartoon.

He so would do that. Love Cordy's response. Excellent job, great response to the banner.
Looking forward to the sequel. :D
hello_spikey
Aug. 15th, 2013 08:14 pm (UTC)
HEE. Yay. I could not possibly have done it without your inspiration, of course. *mwah*

quinara
Aug. 14th, 2013 09:34 pm (UTC)
Heee!!! I'm so glad you did this! It's great. :D
hello_spikey
Aug. 15th, 2013 10:45 pm (UTC)
Yay! Thank you. :) So glad you enjoyed.
rahirah
Aug. 14th, 2013 09:51 pm (UTC)
Ooooh, a mystery!
hello_spikey
Aug. 15th, 2013 10:45 pm (UTC)
Yes! Who sent the naughty pictures? Why didn't they share more liberally? HEE!
slaymesoftly
Aug. 15th, 2013 12:17 am (UTC)
Oh my.... we definitely need the follow up to this. Sooner rather than later, I think.....
hello_spikey
Aug. 15th, 2013 10:49 pm (UTC)
Well, I did write about 300 really awful words of follow up today, so we'll see what I can get done when not crippled by laziness! :)
chasingdemons
Aug. 15th, 2013 01:10 am (UTC)
This is wonderful! I'm very much looking forward to finding out what happens when he gets to Sunnydale! So nice to see something from you.
hello_spikey
Aug. 16th, 2013 11:50 am (UTC)
So glad you enjoyed. Yes, I'm such a tease - the real story starts in SunnyD!

So glad to be back in the fanfic saddle, as it were. :)
spuffy_luvr
Aug. 15th, 2013 01:36 am (UTC)
LOL, this is a perfect accompaniment.

"That's oddly specific and gruesome." I might have snorted my drink. :)
hello_spikey
Aug. 16th, 2013 12:50 pm (UTC)
hee. Thank you. So glad to cause drink-snortage. It's causing trauma to others that really lets you know you've succeeded as a writer. :D
livejournal
Aug. 15th, 2013 02:41 am (UTC)
Wednesday, August 14
User oni_9 referenced to your post from Wednesday, August 14 saying: [...] [Short Fiction] Manila Envelope [...]
treadingthedark
Aug. 15th, 2013 04:26 am (UTC)
Excellent!
hello_spikey
Aug. 16th, 2013 12:52 pm (UTC)
Thank you!
darkgoddessgege
Aug. 15th, 2013 07:44 am (UTC)
really love this! A wonderful fic to go with wonderful art :)
hello_spikey
Aug. 16th, 2013 12:57 pm (UTC)
Yay. Thank you. Isn't it great when we inspire each other on the comms? I just love it. :)
zanthinegirl
Aug. 15th, 2013 11:55 pm (UTC)
I love Angel's cartoon. Hee! And the "oddly specific and gruesome" plan.

I really, really hope you're feeling motivated to write more in this 'verse!
hello_spikey
Aug. 16th, 2013 12:59 pm (UTC)
Thank you. I think I will continue it. At least, I have a vague idea... :)

So glad you enjoyed!
rihannon52
Aug. 17th, 2013 07:40 pm (UTC)
Oh God! Awesome!!
But now I need to know what happened when he got to SD!!
LOL!!
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