TITLE: Opium
AUTHOR: JSlayerUK
EMAIL: fanfics@bloodandkittens.cjb.net
FEEDBACK: I want it as much as I want ice on a hot day... okay,
that was lame. Seriously though, I need it. It's the only way I'll learn.
ARCHIVE/DISTRIBUTION: As for now, my site only. But if you want
it (can't imagine why) just give me a heads up about it.
SUMMARY: Solving the issue of Angel in a box using the infernal
crossover we all desperately want.
SPOILERS: Season 3 of Angel, Season 6 of Buffy. If you haven't
seen this season of Angel, the first few parts serve as a pretty good summary.
CONTENT/WARNINGS: Not so much to warn about. Ahhh... the joys
of post Tomorrow/Grave fiction... This is thought and things in
*s are emphasis. Just in case you didn't know...
RATING: 12 for now, it may get worse, haven't decided. There's
bunches of subtext and implied stuff, but if you don't get it, then it
doesn't matter obviously. I'm not good at writing smut, therefore I do
not write it. I honour the Fade-To-Black system.
DISCLAIMER: All hail the almighty Joss. Nothing is mine, apart
from Spike. He sits in my lair chained to a wall for my amusement. Hehehe...
DEDICATION: This is dedicated to Portal 388. You know who you
are.
29. Again
~*-*~
Connor, startled, came running to the door of his room. The hurtful
clashing of metal from the downstairs lobby had awoken him, considering
his light sleeping. Having grown up in the Quortoth, Connor had learnt
full well the dangers of sleeping too deeply. Add his preternatural hearing
as a result of being the offspring of two vampires and it became fully
understandable why he'd be on edge. He opened his door slightly and peered
out of the crack, only opening it fully once he saw all that was outside
was Gunn walking past in a sleepy daze.
"Gunn!
What's going on? What's all that noise?"
"You
remember that 'Love-Hate' relationship Spike and Angel have got going on?"
Connor nodded.
"They're
working through the hate again. With swords this time."
Connor sighed and rolled his eyes. This was becoming an all too often
recurring event. Gunn yawned and kept walking to his room.
"Ignore
them Connor, go back to bed."
So he did.
~*-*~
Author's Note: No mistake. Meant to be comically short!