velvetwhip (velvetwhip) wrote in bigbadfic, @ 2007-07-06 11:03:00 |
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Entry tags: | author: velvetwhip, spike/wesley |
Drabble: Boats Against the Current (Spike/Wesley)
Title: Boats Against the Current (sequel to Ghosts)
Author: Gabrielle
Pairing: Spike/Wesley
Rating: FRT/PG
Word Count: 314
Summary: Spike is not the only ghost haunting Wesley.
Feedback: Please.
Distribution: Here, my LJ, and my site only.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. It all belongs to Joss and a bunch of other people who are not now and have never been me.
Author's Notes: Happy Birthday, hotspur18! I hope you feel I have done justice to your beloved Wesley.
Boats Against the Current
Wesley wasn’t completely certain, but he was close enough to it to believe that Spike was actually convinced that a former Watcher didn’t know he was being watched. Not hard to fathom, though, considering just where Spike had been and what the little knowledge of him he likely possessed consisted of, after all.
He shuddered as the shame of memories that would no more stay in their graves than any vampire overwhelmed him: those terrible days in Sunnydale when his ludicrously useless Watcher’s training and blind faith in the all-encompassing wisdom of the Council had tripped him as consistently and humiliatingly as if his shoe laces had been perpetually tied together. Tears of anger burned behind his eyelids, straining against the dam of his pride and threatening to spill forth for Angel’s thrice-damned childe to see.
He wondered why Spike watched him, what a spectral vampire could possibly find so fascinating that he haunted him for hours each day. Was he waiting for the moment when the mask cracked and all of Wesley’s flaws were revealed, waiting for the buffoon that Giles and Buffy and the others must have chuckled at in stories told around a table full of books as they researched late into the night to make his appearance?
He longed for the finality of knowledge even as the possibility of what it might be filled him with dread. For all his years spent studying musty tomes filled with the once-hallowed gleanings of Watchers past and all the time he’d spent with Angel, he felt helpless as he struggled to make sense of Spike’s actions. He knew only one thing: there was a purpose to Spike’s spying. Despite his affected aimlessness, Spike was the most deliberate of creatures. Time, he knew, held the answer to his questions. But just how long would it be until the point of Spike’s game was revealed?
The End.