“Well get a cab you moron.”
He kept his eyes on the girl as she scampered off on her high heels, yelling after her,"And on the way, if a stranger offers you candy, don't get in the van!"
Stupid cow. Yet... he'd done it. He saved her. Someone, no matter how stupid she was, was alive because of him. It felt...odd. He felt odd, exhillerated even.
It wasn’t even worth the effort to react when tattooboy showed up. He fought to keep the huge smile off his face.
He’d done it.
And no one could take that away from him.
"You just helped a person when there wasn't anything in it for you. That's not like the Spike I know."
"Oh, is that right? And what Spike is that?"
It had been all for her. Saving lives, doing right, to put a smile on her face when she looked at him.
"The Spike that's only out for himself. The one who does good deeds to impress...women"
All of it gone.
Cause even when it was for Buffy, when had it ever been for him? This, this helping, this was for him, …Only now, even that lost meaning...
"What next time?"
"I'm the hero."
The big, fluffy puppy with bad teeth. Saving bimbo’s in distress, cause there weren’t enough of them on the streets already.
And he liked it, liked it, no he loved it. He loved the look on their faces, in their eyes, when they knew he'd just saved their lives. Knowing that it was him they were thanking, him they saw. That to them, he mattered. Angel was off, hiding out for a good long brood in his ivory tower of evil and here he was doing Angel's job.
He had to sit down.
He couldn't stop laughing.
Rating: R (pairing A/S)
"Don't you dare touch her ever again."
"And don't look at me like that. I know that look."
"I mean it Spike."
"Look, I get it, now let go of me."
"Not until I'm sure."
"I'm already sorry I ever touched her, what more do you want?"
"For you to stay the hell away from my car."
"It was one scratch!"
"I'll show you a scratch."
"Bloody hell, that hurt."
"Get your pants and get out of here."
"You’re still a dick."
"You better remember it."