Angel dropout

Festive ficlet again

A couple of ficlets to post following prompts, but I'll spread them into different posts as they're rather different fannishnesses. Supposed to be drabbles, but not coming out that way, argh.

For lynnenne who wanted Angel/Buffy/Spike celebrating their first holiday together as a snarky,somewhat-functional threesome.

Title First Nowell
Rating PG
Words 470


“Tinsel?”

Spike infuses the word with utter loathing. If he’d said, “eyeballs of slaughtered soldiers” it wouldn’t have had such a shuddering impact. Now Buffy thinks about it, it’d probably sound happy. Of course it would. Spike and eyeballs: peachy. Spike and the season of good will: no.

“We thought it would look nice,” says Angel, from behind the half-decked tree. Buffy flinches at his choice of pronoun.

“We thought?” Spike starts. Emphasis on the ‘we’. “We thought, did we? Have we been planning other cute little Christmas fancies then? Stockings? Mistletoe? Midnight mass, perchance?”

There is, in fact, mistletoe, because Buffy doesn’t spurn traditions that involve kissing. But she doesn’t mention it now. Now is not the time for defensive. Now is the time for calling Spike on his crap before this turns into one of those negotiations that periodically involve use of the spare room and ‘rebalancing’ their relationship.

“Yes. I want a Christmas. It’s the first one without Dawn, I was feeling blue, Angel suggested we decorate, I thought it was a great idea. Because it’s... nice,” she winds down, slightly lamely. “I love Christmas. And this is London, not Sunnydale, so although an apocalypse is never far away, I’m not 100% certain it will come through the door just because I’m having festive fun.” Spike looks fractionally abashed, but is opening his mouth to continue the Why Evil Fiends Don’t Celebrate the Birth of Christ With Nog tirade. (He has a point, Buffy accepts, but she has heard it before and it’s never spoiled her non-fiendish enjoyment even a little bit.)

Angel interjects. “Buffy got us gifts.”

Buffy doesn’t entirely understand, for a second, why there’s a long pause and a meaningful exchange of glances. But then – Spike gets gifts. He likes to give. He really wouldn’t be happy if she got him something and he couldn’t reciprocate. It is Christmas Eve, the shops will close soon, and she’s pretty sure Angel hasn’t bought anything either. Therefore, meaningful glances = guy panic and silent solidarity.

“Uh,” says Spike, changing gears so hard she’s a little surprised his transmission doesn’t fall out. “Lovely. Lovely. You carry on with the decorating, love, I’ll just... Yeah.” His back turns, and he vanishes into the night. Not in a Dracula way, just really, really fast.

Buffy watches him out of the apartment window, as he hurtles along the garden path, towards his bike. He pauses only long enough to answer his cell, and she turns up the Christmas carols on the radio loud enough that she can’t hear every word Angel is saying. Though not before she hears some salient phrases. “...from us both, please, please there’s no way I can get... really nice, maybe jewellery or a book of poetry? ... Hey!... I don’t care, just make it good.”

Which is promising.
Favorite phrases:

There is, in fact, mistletoe, because Buffy doesn’t spurn traditions that involve kissing.

I'll bet Spike doesn't either when push comes to shove, as it were. Lucky Buffy.

“Uh,” says Spike, changing gears so hard she’s a little surprised his transmission doesn’t fall out.

*snerk*

I always thought that "panic shopping on Xmas Eve" was a myth until my dear mama tried her hand at running a bookshop. "Anything, so long as it's gift-wrapped" was on the lips of every guy from noon onward, apparently. Extra points for veracity!

Seems to me like Buffy has everything well in hand. I say again: Lucky Buffy.
LOL - not my favorite future scenario, but you made it work and be funny. :)
A++ would lol again, hee :D Love how Buffy knows exactly what's going on but feigns being oblivious.
HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. Leave it to them both to forget the presents. Thank you for writing this. <33
Hee! And now I think about it, I think Spike would probably buy better gifts than Angel, so it's lucky for Buffy he's the one shopping.
Loved this little insight on Christmas and gift giving: Buffy vs Angel and Spike.

:~))))

You had me fooled. I saw Nowell and thought, what? Then looked it up and read it's an archaic form of Noel. Very clever, you.

See? Fanfic can be educational.

Merry Christmas!

Thanks for the wee story.

Ares
Thanks so much!

We usually spell the name of the carol that way, goodness knows why. I've never seen that spelling used in contemporary works.
Now is the time for calling Spike on his crap before this turns into one of those negotiations that periodically involve use of the spare room and ‘rebalancing’ their relationship.

Hee! Love the game changer.