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Word of Advice by Meghan O'Hara (PG)
Fandom: BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER/ANGEL
Pairing: Faith/Spike
Length: 1,344 words
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theohara
Author Website: just her LJ
Why this must be read: After the end of canon, Spike, Angel, Illyria, Gunn, and Faith are together in Cleaveland, still helping the helpless---and one day The Immortal turns up on their doorstep, helpless and begging for advice.theohara writes amazingly snappy, witty dialogue, and she's excellent at setting up good dramatic scenes with really effective emotional clout. This brief sketch of the Cleaveland team makes me want to see more of them together; she does a great job of choosing just the right tiny details to mention to make this vision seem fully fleshed even in such a short fic. Her sterling sense of humor is wonderful icing on the cake, too.
"It's Buffy," the Immortal whispered. "She..."
"Oh," Spike said knowingly.
"I was once a great man, a powerful man," the Immortal sighed. "I had an empire, a place in the world... I knew my purpose in life... and now, I am so confused, the things she says to me, the way she makes me feel... it's like I'm... drowning in her..."
"Yeah," Spike smirked. "Been there, done that. Look, mate, word of advice? Die. Worked for me."
"I... can't... die," the Immortal sobbed.
"Oh," Spike considered. "Well, you are buggered, then."
The Immortal let out a wail, putting his head in his hands.
"You thought about a career with the U.S. Military? Hear the jungle's nice this time of year."
The Immortal shook his head miserably. "I have terrible allergies."
"Oh."
"You have experience in these matters, William. Do you have any suggestions?"
"What you need is to lay off the blondes altogether," Spike decided. "Don't even go rebound blonde, 'cause just when you think you're havin' a good time, she'll start bleedin' from the eyeballs and sink her fangs in. What you want's a nice brunette, yeah? Maybe an ex-cheerleader with visions, right, or some military bint with an androgynous name an' a black kevlar catsuit, or maybe..."
Spike gazed out the office door, where Faith looked up from sharpening a broadsword, smiling at him.
Word of Advice
Pairing: Faith/Spike
Length: 1,344 words
Author on LJ:
theoharaAuthor Website: just her LJ
Why this must be read: After the end of canon, Spike, Angel, Illyria, Gunn, and Faith are together in Cleaveland, still helping the helpless---and one day The Immortal turns up on their doorstep, helpless and begging for advice.
theohara writes amazingly snappy, witty dialogue, and she's excellent at setting up good dramatic scenes with really effective emotional clout. This brief sketch of the Cleaveland team makes me want to see more of them together; she does a great job of choosing just the right tiny details to mention to make this vision seem fully fleshed even in such a short fic. Her sterling sense of humor is wonderful icing on the cake, too."It's Buffy," the Immortal whispered. "She..."
"Oh," Spike said knowingly.
"I was once a great man, a powerful man," the Immortal sighed. "I had an empire, a place in the world... I knew my purpose in life... and now, I am so confused, the things she says to me, the way she makes me feel... it's like I'm... drowning in her..."
"Yeah," Spike smirked. "Been there, done that. Look, mate, word of advice? Die. Worked for me."
"I... can't... die," the Immortal sobbed.
"Oh," Spike considered. "Well, you are buggered, then."
The Immortal let out a wail, putting his head in his hands.
"You thought about a career with the U.S. Military? Hear the jungle's nice this time of year."
The Immortal shook his head miserably. "I have terrible allergies."
"Oh."
"You have experience in these matters, William. Do you have any suggestions?"
"What you need is to lay off the blondes altogether," Spike decided. "Don't even go rebound blonde, 'cause just when you think you're havin' a good time, she'll start bleedin' from the eyeballs and sink her fangs in. What you want's a nice brunette, yeah? Maybe an ex-cheerleader with visions, right, or some military bint with an androgynous name an' a black kevlar catsuit, or maybe..."
Spike gazed out the office door, where Faith looked up from sharpening a broadsword, smiling at him.
Word of Advice