Fandom: Angel/GL X over
Rating: PG for Language
Other: For Wonko and tristianmakhai, because they suggested it.
The end of the world had come and gone, many times. Somehow, even though he had tried not to, Spike had been spared the final reckoning. Love had sent him willingly into the abyss, and Love kept bringing him back.
Here, alone in his office at Wolfram and Hart, Spike felt that the universe was mocking him. And yet, there was still a place where he felt alive, part of a community.
There was a knock at the door.
“Oh for bollocks sake!” he yelled. His standing order not to be bothered at this time of day had been ignored, yet again. Didn’t they know that this was what he lived for? What his soul cried out for? Did no one else respect the Big Purple Dreams Play by Play?
“If you’re not already dead, you soon will be” Spike promised as he answered the door.
Illyria stood there. Spike looked her up and down.
“What can I do for you, darlin’?”
“I want to understand the nature of love.”
“Well, come on in. Guiding Light is about to start”
A while later Spike was out of his seat and pacing.
“Oh, for all that is evil, just kiss her! Olivia, have you seen her neck, you idiot, it cries out for teeth and tongue, you loony!” He proclaimed.
Spike turned to Illyria and said
“This is why the demon world will never best the human world – they’re good at biding their time.”