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[#028] I've Got My Mind Set on You (Buffyverse)
Theme Prompt: #028 - Rival
Title: I’ve Got My Mind Set on You
Fandom: Buffyverse
Rating/Warnings: PG-13
Bonus: Yes.
Word Count: 633
Summary: Buffy calls in the cavalry and her two favorite vampires are ready to assist. Sort of.
Notes: I don’t know where this sits in the general Buffyverse timeline, but assume it’s post-canon for both of the shows and less than faithful to the comics.
“Never thought I’d see you here.”
The two vampires stand across the field from each other, both draped in long black dusters. Angel raises an eyebrow at his counterpart, before straightening to cross his arms in front of his chest. “You do know there’s an apocalypse happening, right? And that Buffy called both of us in to help her?”
There’s an awkward beat of silence before Spike straightens again, squaring his own shoulders. “Yeah. Well, I thought you might be busy brooding somewhere. Or trying to get the brooding wrinkles out of your forehead. As the kids would say these days, I don’t know your life.”
Angel’s face goes from amused to scowling in the blink of an eye but before he can retort, Buffy holds up her hands from the sidelines, trying to get their attention. “Boys! You do know that the end of the world – still happening.”
“Yeah, we know.”
“Obviously we know, but this is more important.”
The blond’s mouth opens, then closes. Then she shakes her head. “I don’t know why I even bother. When you two are done with your measuring sticks, we’ll be over there, fighting the Big Bad.” She turns and points in the direction of the battle field ahead of them, before moving to get the rest of the Slayers into formation. The two men are left standing in the middle of the field, facing each other, until Spike takes a step forward.
“The usual wager, then? Just to keep things nice and even.”
Angel considers for a moment, before nodding. “Works for me. The usual stakes?”
“Like I would wager with anything less.” He shoves out a hand and Angel grasps it in his, before shaking her hard. There’s even a lingering moment as the two of them try and outgrip each other, holding until there’s the snarl of something nasty from the field and their attention is snapped to the battle at hand. “Can’t believe they’re starting without us.”
Angel smirked before drawing his sword and taking off running towards the battle. “See you on the other side. If you make it.”
“Oh, we’ll see who makes it!” Spike snarls, before putting on his game face and charging after him.
- - - - - -
When the battle ends and they’re assessing the final casualties, Spike makes his way over to Angel as he starts wiping the blood off his hands. The battle had been a heavy one, full of close calls and painful losses, but in the end, Team Save the World came out on top. He stops, props a leg up on one of the nearby piles of bodies, and gives Angel a look like he’s daring him to give him the right answer.
“So? What’s the number then?”
Angel looks up with a smirk, as he cleans the last bit of viscera off the edge of his sword. “Ninety-five.”
There’s a moment of tense silence, a battle of wills as the two men stare each other down, before Spike breaks with a whoop of glee. “Ninety-seven! Looks like you’re getting old, old man.”
Angel’s face immediately falls in the face of Spikes enjoyment, watching as the younger vampire jumps around and continues to taunt him, clearly a good sportsman with every win. As they do, Faith sidles her way over to Buffy and leans in to whisper.
“Do you ever watch them and feel less and less like their hard on for each other was ever about you?”
Buffy shakes her head, before looking over at Faith with a laugh. “Oh, only every time.”
“Give me the keys, old man!” Spike grins as he holds out his hand, and Angel grumbles before handing them over.
“If you crash my car through a sign, Spike, I swear to God …”
Title: I’ve Got My Mind Set on You
Fandom: Buffyverse
Rating/Warnings: PG-13
Bonus: Yes.
Word Count: 633
Summary: Buffy calls in the cavalry and her two favorite vampires are ready to assist. Sort of.
Notes: I don’t know where this sits in the general Buffyverse timeline, but assume it’s post-canon for both of the shows and less than faithful to the comics.
“Never thought I’d see you here.”
The two vampires stand across the field from each other, both draped in long black dusters. Angel raises an eyebrow at his counterpart, before straightening to cross his arms in front of his chest. “You do know there’s an apocalypse happening, right? And that Buffy called both of us in to help her?”
There’s an awkward beat of silence before Spike straightens again, squaring his own shoulders. “Yeah. Well, I thought you might be busy brooding somewhere. Or trying to get the brooding wrinkles out of your forehead. As the kids would say these days, I don’t know your life.”
Angel’s face goes from amused to scowling in the blink of an eye but before he can retort, Buffy holds up her hands from the sidelines, trying to get their attention. “Boys! You do know that the end of the world – still happening.”
“Yeah, we know.”
“Obviously we know, but this is more important.”
The blond’s mouth opens, then closes. Then she shakes her head. “I don’t know why I even bother. When you two are done with your measuring sticks, we’ll be over there, fighting the Big Bad.” She turns and points in the direction of the battle field ahead of them, before moving to get the rest of the Slayers into formation. The two men are left standing in the middle of the field, facing each other, until Spike takes a step forward.
“The usual wager, then? Just to keep things nice and even.”
Angel considers for a moment, before nodding. “Works for me. The usual stakes?”
“Like I would wager with anything less.” He shoves out a hand and Angel grasps it in his, before shaking her hard. There’s even a lingering moment as the two of them try and outgrip each other, holding until there’s the snarl of something nasty from the field and their attention is snapped to the battle at hand. “Can’t believe they’re starting without us.”
Angel smirked before drawing his sword and taking off running towards the battle. “See you on the other side. If you make it.”
“Oh, we’ll see who makes it!” Spike snarls, before putting on his game face and charging after him.
When the battle ends and they’re assessing the final casualties, Spike makes his way over to Angel as he starts wiping the blood off his hands. The battle had been a heavy one, full of close calls and painful losses, but in the end, Team Save the World came out on top. He stops, props a leg up on one of the nearby piles of bodies, and gives Angel a look like he’s daring him to give him the right answer.
“So? What’s the number then?”
Angel looks up with a smirk, as he cleans the last bit of viscera off the edge of his sword. “Ninety-five.”
There’s a moment of tense silence, a battle of wills as the two men stare each other down, before Spike breaks with a whoop of glee. “Ninety-seven! Looks like you’re getting old, old man.”
Angel’s face immediately falls in the face of Spikes enjoyment, watching as the younger vampire jumps around and continues to taunt him, clearly a good sportsman with every win. As they do, Faith sidles her way over to Buffy and leans in to whisper.
“Do you ever watch them and feel less and less like their hard on for each other was ever about you?”
Buffy shakes her head, before looking over at Faith with a laugh. “Oh, only every time.”
“Give me the keys, old man!” Spike grins as he holds out his hand, and Angel grumbles before handing them over.
“If you crash my car through a sign, Spike, I swear to God …”
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