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Spike and Angel ficlet: Facebook
This is just a little silly something I wrote the other night when confronted by one of the absurdities of Facebook. It's not betad or anything.
Title: Facebook
Rating: G
Characters: Spike and Angel but no pairings.
Summary: Spike warns Angel of a dire threat to Buffy.
Facebook
Angel sat in his office shuffling back and forth several papers that Eve had left him to sign. He always meant to read the stuff she brought him, but it was all so boring. Sooner or later he always ended up just running it by Gunn, and signing whatever Gunn said he should.
When the door to his office burst open, he didn’t have to look up to know who it was. Only one person dared be so rude to Wolfram & Hart’s CEO, Spike.
“I need a plane to Italy!” Spike declared, before the doors had even shut behind him.
“And I need a better secretary, but it doesn’t look like either of is getting what we want, so why don’t you just leave,” Angel said reflexively. But as he said the last words he realized it was a mistake. Italy was far away. He could have Spike flown there and give the pilots orders to take off again as soon as Spike got off the plane. It would take months at least for Spike to get back on his own, and with any luck something would distract Spike and he’d stay away for good.
Spike didn’t look the least bit disheartened by Angel’s refusal. Instead he crossed his arms and said, “This is no time for you to try and learn how to make a joke. This is a matter of . . . grave importance. That’s what it is.”
It was all Angel could do not to roll his eyes. Spike probably just had a bet going with someone that he could get Angel to let him use the corporate jet.
“No,” Angel said stubbornly. It just wasn’t in his nature to let Spike have his way.
“Look, I’m not messing around here,” Spike said, and Angel almost believed it. Then Spike’s tough demeanor gave way and he collapsed into the chair in front of Angel’s desk. “It’s Buffy okay, she’s in trouble.”
That got Angel’s attention, not the he was sure he believed Spike, after all, he had people in Rome following her, and Spike was in LA. Still, he decided he should at least hear what Spike had to say.
“And how do you know that?” Angel asked.
Spike sighed, got up, and moved around to Angel’s side of the desk. Then he knocked Angel’s paper to the side, and opened up the laptop that sat perpetually closed on Angel’s desk.
“Facebook,” he explained.
“What?” Angel asked thoroughly confused.
Spike was busy typing a way at the computer, and Angel couldn’t help but thinking it wasn’t fair that Spike was so comfortable with technology while Angel just found it baffling.
After a few seconds the computer screen changed. Angel had no idea what he was looking at at first, but then he noticed a small picture of Buffy in the the upper right of the screen.
“Buffy’s on the internet?” Angel asked, proud of himself for knowing that Spike was looking at the world wide web.
Spike looked at Angel like he was an idiot. “Please, you really think little miss social butterfly would ignore social networking. Especially with the Scoobies at the four corners. Although it’s not exactly the most covert way to keep an army of Slayers in contact.”
Angel was completely baffled. “Look, how does this picture mean Buffy’s in trouble?” Angel asked, figuring it was best to just get to the point.
Spike sighed. “It’s not the picture, it’s what’s below the picture.
Angel squinted at the screen and began to read the text right below the picture. It only took a moment for Angel to find the relevant information.
“Harmony!” Angel bellowed. “Get the jet fueled up. Spike and I are going to Rome.”
As Harmony skittered into the room, Angel glanced down at the screen once more, making sure that he had read it right. But the electronic letters still glowed just as brightly, proclaiming, “in a relationship with The Immortal.”
Title: Facebook
Rating: G
Characters: Spike and Angel but no pairings.
Summary: Spike warns Angel of a dire threat to Buffy.
Angel sat in his office shuffling back and forth several papers that Eve had left him to sign. He always meant to read the stuff she brought him, but it was all so boring. Sooner or later he always ended up just running it by Gunn, and signing whatever Gunn said he should.
When the door to his office burst open, he didn’t have to look up to know who it was. Only one person dared be so rude to Wolfram & Hart’s CEO, Spike.
“I need a plane to Italy!” Spike declared, before the doors had even shut behind him.
“And I need a better secretary, but it doesn’t look like either of is getting what we want, so why don’t you just leave,” Angel said reflexively. But as he said the last words he realized it was a mistake. Italy was far away. He could have Spike flown there and give the pilots orders to take off again as soon as Spike got off the plane. It would take months at least for Spike to get back on his own, and with any luck something would distract Spike and he’d stay away for good.
Spike didn’t look the least bit disheartened by Angel’s refusal. Instead he crossed his arms and said, “This is no time for you to try and learn how to make a joke. This is a matter of . . . grave importance. That’s what it is.”
It was all Angel could do not to roll his eyes. Spike probably just had a bet going with someone that he could get Angel to let him use the corporate jet.
“No,” Angel said stubbornly. It just wasn’t in his nature to let Spike have his way.
“Look, I’m not messing around here,” Spike said, and Angel almost believed it. Then Spike’s tough demeanor gave way and he collapsed into the chair in front of Angel’s desk. “It’s Buffy okay, she’s in trouble.”
That got Angel’s attention, not the he was sure he believed Spike, after all, he had people in Rome following her, and Spike was in LA. Still, he decided he should at least hear what Spike had to say.
“And how do you know that?” Angel asked.
Spike sighed, got up, and moved around to Angel’s side of the desk. Then he knocked Angel’s paper to the side, and opened up the laptop that sat perpetually closed on Angel’s desk.
“Facebook,” he explained.
“What?” Angel asked thoroughly confused.
Spike was busy typing a way at the computer, and Angel couldn’t help but thinking it wasn’t fair that Spike was so comfortable with technology while Angel just found it baffling.
After a few seconds the computer screen changed. Angel had no idea what he was looking at at first, but then he noticed a small picture of Buffy in the the upper right of the screen.
“Buffy’s on the internet?” Angel asked, proud of himself for knowing that Spike was looking at the world wide web.
Spike looked at Angel like he was an idiot. “Please, you really think little miss social butterfly would ignore social networking. Especially with the Scoobies at the four corners. Although it’s not exactly the most covert way to keep an army of Slayers in contact.”
Angel was completely baffled. “Look, how does this picture mean Buffy’s in trouble?” Angel asked, figuring it was best to just get to the point.
Spike sighed. “It’s not the picture, it’s what’s below the picture.
Angel squinted at the screen and began to read the text right below the picture. It only took a moment for Angel to find the relevant information.
“Harmony!” Angel bellowed. “Get the jet fueled up. Spike and I are going to Rome.”
As Harmony skittered into the room, Angel glanced down at the screen once more, making sure that he had read it right. But the electronic letters still glowed just as brightly, proclaiming, “in a relationship with The Immortal.”