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agilebritTitle: Therapy
Author: babies stole my dingo (agilebrit)
Fandom: Angel
Rating: PG
Length: Drabble (100 words)
Disclaimer: Joss is the genius behind these characters; I am but a lowly follower. I make no money from any of this, so please don’t sue me.
Written for:tobywolf13 requested Spike, Fred, and Crash Bandicoot.
Notes: Post “Damage.” Fred unwittingly pulls Spike out of a funk.
Spike slouched on the sofa in his barren apartment, staring at nothing. The scars around his arms itched; his mind itched more.
Soulless, evil thing. He’d been that, once upon a time. But whoever’d victimized the Dana girl wasn’t missing a soul. Missing something else, maybe. Sometimes, he thought, the tortures humans devised were more monstrous than anything demons could concoct.
The knock at his door startled him, and he found Fred standing there, holding a GameCube. “Physical therapy,” she said, smiling.
As they played Crash Bandicoot, he reflected that she was giving him more than one kind of therapy.
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Author: babies stole my dingo (agilebrit)
Fandom: Angel
Rating: PG
Length: Drabble (100 words)
Disclaimer: Joss is the genius behind these characters; I am but a lowly follower. I make no money from any of this, so please don’t sue me.
Written for:
tobywolf13 requested Spike, Fred, and Crash Bandicoot.Notes: Post “Damage.” Fred unwittingly pulls Spike out of a funk.
Spike slouched on the sofa in his barren apartment, staring at nothing. The scars around his arms itched; his mind itched more.
Soulless, evil thing. He’d been that, once upon a time. But whoever’d victimized the Dana girl wasn’t missing a soul. Missing something else, maybe. Sometimes, he thought, the tortures humans devised were more monstrous than anything demons could concoct.
The knock at his door startled him, and he found Fred standing there, holding a GameCube. “Physical therapy,” she said, smiling.
As they played Crash Bandicoot, he reflected that she was giving him more than one kind of therapy.
And now that last week's
quotage_icons have been judged, I can post this: