Spangel 500 word ficlet
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damnednforsakenTitle: Not Coming Home
Pairing: Spike/Angel
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Angel
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I own neither of these characters nor do I have any affiliation with Maroon 5 or anything to do with their song.
Angel crept slowly into his and Spike's apartment and called out softly, "Spike? You home, baby?" Silence was his answer and so he blinked a couple times before shrugging. He's probably asleep he thought before creeping into the bathroom and taking as quiet a shower as he can, trying to wash off the scents of his night out.
Towel wrapped around his waist, Angel made his way out of the bathroom while using another towel to dry his hair. He crept as silently as he could into the bedroom and climbed into bed, prepared to curl around his blond lover when he realized that there was a note in the middle of the pillow. Curious and blinking, he opened it and read Spike’s slightly curly handwriting:
Angel:
I love you, but this just has to stop. I can’t deal with you sneaking out every night to go god knows where and then pretending like you didn’t do anything the next day. No matter how hard you wash, I’ll always smell them on you and I just can’t take you lying to me anymore. I’m not gonna ask you to change because I know you can’t. Just, please, all I ask is that you don’t come looking for me.
Love, Will
P.S. There’s a CD in the CD player. Play number 11 and maybe you’ll get it . Goodbye, Angel.
He knew. How could he know? Angel thought he had been so careful when he snuck out. Not careful enough, fuckwit, he thought sourly. He pushed himself out of bed and did as bidden, thinking that after he heard the song, he’d just call a couple contacts and see if they could help him find his Will. Turning on the CD player, Angel rolled his eyes as the song began. “Great. Maroon 5. Just what I…” he trailed off as the second verse came on.
You do not know how much this hurts me
To say these things that I don't want to say
But have to say them anyway
I would do anything to end your suffering
Angel blinked slowly and backed up until his legs hit the bed. He sat down on auto pilot, it seemed and looked blankly at the wall. Oh my god. He really isn’t coming back… He’d blown it this time. He knew it. And now his boy wasn’t coming back. Ever. He thought over the letter and decided, after everything he’d done, he owed it to Spike to stay away and not look for him.
He felt a drop of water fall on his upturned palm where it lay on his thigh and looked down at it in surprise as another joined it. Putting a hand up to his face, he was surprised to feel tears making tracks down his face and suddenly felt them stinging his eyes. He was crying...He chuckled hollowly at that. Will had wanted emotion from him before. He got it when he left. Now that’s what I call ironic...
Pairing: Spike/Angel
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Angel
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I own neither of these characters nor do I have any affiliation with Maroon 5 or anything to do with their song.
Angel crept slowly into his and Spike's apartment and called out softly, "Spike? You home, baby?" Silence was his answer and so he blinked a couple times before shrugging. He's probably asleep he thought before creeping into the bathroom and taking as quiet a shower as he can, trying to wash off the scents of his night out.
Towel wrapped around his waist, Angel made his way out of the bathroom while using another towel to dry his hair. He crept as silently as he could into the bedroom and climbed into bed, prepared to curl around his blond lover when he realized that there was a note in the middle of the pillow. Curious and blinking, he opened it and read Spike’s slightly curly handwriting:
Angel:
I love you, but this just has to stop. I can’t deal with you sneaking out every night to go god knows where and then pretending like you didn’t do anything the next day. No matter how hard you wash, I’ll always smell them on you and I just can’t take you lying to me anymore. I’m not gonna ask you to change because I know you can’t. Just, please, all I ask is that you don’t come looking for me.
Love, Will
P.S. There’s a CD in the CD player. Play number 11 and maybe you’ll get it . Goodbye, Angel.
He knew. How could he know? Angel thought he had been so careful when he snuck out. Not careful enough, fuckwit, he thought sourly. He pushed himself out of bed and did as bidden, thinking that after he heard the song, he’d just call a couple contacts and see if they could help him find his Will. Turning on the CD player, Angel rolled his eyes as the song began. “Great. Maroon 5. Just what I…” he trailed off as the second verse came on.
You do not know how much this hurts me
To say these things that I don't want to say
But have to say them anyway
I would do anything to end your suffering
Angel blinked slowly and backed up until his legs hit the bed. He sat down on auto pilot, it seemed and looked blankly at the wall. Oh my god. He really isn’t coming back… He’d blown it this time. He knew it. And now his boy wasn’t coming back. Ever. He thought over the letter and decided, after everything he’d done, he owed it to Spike to stay away and not look for him.
He felt a drop of water fall on his upturned palm where it lay on his thigh and looked down at it in surprise as another joined it. Putting a hand up to his face, he was surprised to feel tears making tracks down his face and suddenly felt them stinging his eyes. He was crying...He chuckled hollowly at that. Will had wanted emotion from him before. He got it when he left. Now that’s what I call ironic...
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