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tamingthemuseFathers Day
Author: Lilithangel
Email: abchainey@xtra.co.nz
Website: www.livejournal.com/users/lilithbint
Fandom: AtS
Genre: general
Characters: Spike, Fred, Wesley, Angel
Rating: Gen
Warnings: none
Summary: following on from Cricket. Fred, Spike and Wesley are becoming closer as friends. The upcoming Fathers Day sparks a conversation and a prank.
Fred was hunched over something in her lab when Spike walked in with Wesley.
“What’s got you all bothered?” Spike asked her.
“Oh,” Fred blushed, “I just have to decide on a card to send to my dad, for Fathers Day,” she explained.
“I forgot you Yanks celebrate at a different time,” Wesley said trying to hide his discomfort.
“Oh Wes, I’m sorry,” Fred replied. It hadn’t been long since Wesley had shot what he thought was his father to save Fred and Angel. When he had returned from leave he had seemed so normal it was too easy to forget the choice he made.
“It’s alright Fred,” Wes reassured her, “you have a good relationship with your father you shouldn’t feel like you have to hide that from me.”
“Family is important,” Fred said, “you should call your father again.”
“Maybe,” Wesley said neutrally.
“It wasn’t really your father Wes,” Fred added.
“It didn’t matter,” Wes replied, “now show us the cards and maybe we can help.”
Fred produced the cards and Wes looked at both carefully before showing them to the curiously reticent vampire.
Spike had hung back at the mention of fathers, but took the cards for Fred’s sake.
Spike snorted as he read the words in the cards, “what bollocks you should write something yourself, it would mean more.”
Fred blushed again, “I’m no good with the word thing,” she confessed, “I wouldn’t know what to say.”
“Tell us about your dad then,” Spike encouraged.
“He worried when I came to L.A. He thought I would get into trouble with junkies and actors. Little did he know the risk would be from my physics professor. But he let me go because he always believed in me. Knowing that was sometimes all that kept me going in Pylea.” Fred smiled sadly.
“That’s what you have to write then,” Spike said, “that you love him cause he always believes in you and keeps you strong.”
“That’s beautiful Spike,” Fred looked at Spike with admiration.
“You’re the one that said it not me,” Spike shrugged, dismissing the compliment.
“What was your father like?” Wesley asked Spike, curious about the vampire’s relationship with his parents.
“Don’t rightly remember,” Spike said, “he died when I was young. Me mum raised me.”
“The one you turned and then staked?”
“Knew I shouldn’t have tried to make you feel better,” Spike said with a growl.
“I’m sorry Spike, but having you and Angel try to reassure me by telling me about how you killed your own parents wasn’t really helping at the time.”
Spike grinned, “Suppose not,” he said.
“Do vampires celebrate Fathers Day?” Fred asked Spike.
“What?” Spike looked at her in confusion.
“You know, like Sires Day or something.”
Spike snorted, “Vampires aren’t really family orientated, closer to a pack really. Mind you I did get Dru six year old twin boys for Mothers day once,” he smiled at the memory and then remembered where he was, “sorry.”
“Well that is different from the usual chocolates or necktie,” Wesley said with a wince.
“So that makes Angel your grandfather?” Fred asked.
“Yep,” Spike grinned, “why do you think I call him old man?” A sneaky look passed across Spike’s face.
“What are you planning Spike?” Wesley asked.
“Fred’s right you know,” Spike answered, “family is important.” He kissed Fred quickly on the forehead and left.
Fred blushed at the kiss and then blushed at Wesley’s expression, “what do you think he is up to?” she asked to divert Wesley.
“I don’t know but I have a feeling that whatever it is Angel is not going to like it,” Wesley replied.
* * * * *
Angel worked his way through the pile of correspondence Harmony had left on his desk. At the bottom was a thick parchment-like envelope. A little wary of strange envelopes since Spike’s arrival Angel opened it cautiously.
“Harmony!” Angel flung open his office door in a cloud of glitter, “where the hell is Spike?” He was shaking one hand in an attempt to dislodge the card stuck there.
“I don’t know boss,” Harmony said looking curiously at the card. She could just make out Happy Fathers Day Poppa on the outside.
“Hey Angel,” Gunn walked up, “what’s with the glitter do? The seventies are over man.”
Angel growled and stalked back into his office still trying to remove the card from his hand but only succeeding in transferring it to the other.
“What did you use to make the card,” Fred whispered to Spike from the nearby office, “crazy glue?”
“Nah,” Spike tried to wipe the glitter from his own hands, “that pouncy hair gel he likes so much. Sticks much better.”
Wesley grinned, “It shouldn’t feel so good to play a prank on Angel but for some reason it does.”
“Pounce needs to loosen up,” Spike said.
Fred stifled a giggle when Spike unconsciously slicked back his own hair adding a stripe of glitter.
“We should make ourselves scarce before Angel realises that somebody put a conceal spell on the envelope and somebody else wired the glitter to burst out all over him,” Wesley cautioned.
Spike checked the hallway and the three conspirators made a dash for Wesley’s office.
Inside his office Angel tried to stay mad at Spike especially when he smelt the hair gel on the card, but when he sat down and read the inside he couldn’t hold on to the anger.
You created the darkness that created me
Gave me something to aspire to
And I still do.
Happy Sires Day.
END
Author: Lilithangel
Email: abchainey@xtra.co.nz
Website: www.livejournal.com/users/lilithbint
Fandom: AtS
Genre: general
Characters: Spike, Fred, Wesley, Angel
Rating: Gen
Warnings: none
Summary: following on from Cricket. Fred, Spike and Wesley are becoming closer as friends. The upcoming Fathers Day sparks a conversation and a prank.
Fred was hunched over something in her lab when Spike walked in with Wesley.
“What’s got you all bothered?” Spike asked her.
“Oh,” Fred blushed, “I just have to decide on a card to send to my dad, for Fathers Day,” she explained.
“I forgot you Yanks celebrate at a different time,” Wesley said trying to hide his discomfort.
“Oh Wes, I’m sorry,” Fred replied. It hadn’t been long since Wesley had shot what he thought was his father to save Fred and Angel. When he had returned from leave he had seemed so normal it was too easy to forget the choice he made.
“It’s alright Fred,” Wes reassured her, “you have a good relationship with your father you shouldn’t feel like you have to hide that from me.”
“Family is important,” Fred said, “you should call your father again.”
“Maybe,” Wesley said neutrally.
“It wasn’t really your father Wes,” Fred added.
“It didn’t matter,” Wes replied, “now show us the cards and maybe we can help.”
Fred produced the cards and Wes looked at both carefully before showing them to the curiously reticent vampire.
Spike had hung back at the mention of fathers, but took the cards for Fred’s sake.
Spike snorted as he read the words in the cards, “what bollocks you should write something yourself, it would mean more.”
Fred blushed again, “I’m no good with the word thing,” she confessed, “I wouldn’t know what to say.”
“Tell us about your dad then,” Spike encouraged.
“He worried when I came to L.A. He thought I would get into trouble with junkies and actors. Little did he know the risk would be from my physics professor. But he let me go because he always believed in me. Knowing that was sometimes all that kept me going in Pylea.” Fred smiled sadly.
“That’s what you have to write then,” Spike said, “that you love him cause he always believes in you and keeps you strong.”
“That’s beautiful Spike,” Fred looked at Spike with admiration.
“You’re the one that said it not me,” Spike shrugged, dismissing the compliment.
“What was your father like?” Wesley asked Spike, curious about the vampire’s relationship with his parents.
“Don’t rightly remember,” Spike said, “he died when I was young. Me mum raised me.”
“The one you turned and then staked?”
“Knew I shouldn’t have tried to make you feel better,” Spike said with a growl.
“I’m sorry Spike, but having you and Angel try to reassure me by telling me about how you killed your own parents wasn’t really helping at the time.”
Spike grinned, “Suppose not,” he said.
“Do vampires celebrate Fathers Day?” Fred asked Spike.
“What?” Spike looked at her in confusion.
“You know, like Sires Day or something.”
Spike snorted, “Vampires aren’t really family orientated, closer to a pack really. Mind you I did get Dru six year old twin boys for Mothers day once,” he smiled at the memory and then remembered where he was, “sorry.”
“Well that is different from the usual chocolates or necktie,” Wesley said with a wince.
“So that makes Angel your grandfather?” Fred asked.
“Yep,” Spike grinned, “why do you think I call him old man?” A sneaky look passed across Spike’s face.
“What are you planning Spike?” Wesley asked.
“Fred’s right you know,” Spike answered, “family is important.” He kissed Fred quickly on the forehead and left.
Fred blushed at the kiss and then blushed at Wesley’s expression, “what do you think he is up to?” she asked to divert Wesley.
“I don’t know but I have a feeling that whatever it is Angel is not going to like it,” Wesley replied.
* * * * *
Angel worked his way through the pile of correspondence Harmony had left on his desk. At the bottom was a thick parchment-like envelope. A little wary of strange envelopes since Spike’s arrival Angel opened it cautiously.
“Harmony!” Angel flung open his office door in a cloud of glitter, “where the hell is Spike?” He was shaking one hand in an attempt to dislodge the card stuck there.
“I don’t know boss,” Harmony said looking curiously at the card. She could just make out Happy Fathers Day Poppa on the outside.
“Hey Angel,” Gunn walked up, “what’s with the glitter do? The seventies are over man.”
Angel growled and stalked back into his office still trying to remove the card from his hand but only succeeding in transferring it to the other.
“What did you use to make the card,” Fred whispered to Spike from the nearby office, “crazy glue?”
“Nah,” Spike tried to wipe the glitter from his own hands, “that pouncy hair gel he likes so much. Sticks much better.”
Wesley grinned, “It shouldn’t feel so good to play a prank on Angel but for some reason it does.”
“Pounce needs to loosen up,” Spike said.
Fred stifled a giggle when Spike unconsciously slicked back his own hair adding a stripe of glitter.
“We should make ourselves scarce before Angel realises that somebody put a conceal spell on the envelope and somebody else wired the glitter to burst out all over him,” Wesley cautioned.
Spike checked the hallway and the three conspirators made a dash for Wesley’s office.
Inside his office Angel tried to stay mad at Spike especially when he smelt the hair gel on the card, but when he sat down and read the inside he couldn’t hold on to the anger.
You created the darkness that created me
Gave me something to aspire to
And I still do.
Happy Sires Day.
END
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Date: 2006-09-09 04:49 am (UTC)I am having so much fun writing all the stuff I think should have happened on the show.
glad you liked it.