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The Golden Boy. A Pern/BtVS AU fic... (3b/3)
And here is the final part of my BtVS/Pern crack!fic. I've been tinkering for days now, and it's not getting any more finished. (That doesn't mean that it's any good, sadly.) Previous parts here.
Just two points:
1) Pern!Spike is (in most ways) very, VERY different from canon!Spike.
2) I amevil devious! *g*
Part 3b
When N’gel woke the following morning, his first feeling was one of pure bliss. He could sense Immorteth nearby - asleep, but utterly satisfied - and pulled the warm body in his arms closer, before softly stroking the short hair under his hand...
Wait.
Short hair...
His eyes snapped open, and he stared at the sleepy blond in his arms, brain in pure freefall.
Slowly Spike opened his eyes and made a contented little noise, then sat up, watching N’gel with an amused look on his face.
“Well... that was - something else, huh?” He suddenly grinned widely and wickedly. “Maybe those green riders are onto something after all. Although I doubt it’d be quite as spectacular without dragon intervention...”
N’gel wanted to say something, but the memories of the night’s adventures were unquestionably incredible. Spike stretched, almost gleaming in the clear morning light, before looking N’gel over with a rather admiring look.
“Gotta remember to compliment Cordy on the skills of her lover!” Then he frowned, looking a little worried. “Really ought to have asked before I borrowed you I suppose, but...” he shrugged, “wouldn’t have made much difference, would it now?”
The mention of Cordy’s name abruptly brought N’gel back to reality.
Quietly he buried his head in his hands, unable to voice the feelings that overwhelmed him. All his plans, all his hopes... gone. For the foreseeable future at least... Why oh why did dragons have to be so fickle?
Carefully he took a deep breath, trying to come to terms with the deep disappointment that was almost choking him. One night of mindless passion - and for what? He lifted his face to see Spike studying him, the same strange look on his face that he’d seen before. He’d call it calculating, but...
“So,” Spike said, “What do you reckon our chances are of getting this new Weyr?”
N’gel could feel his mouth fall open, but he couldn’t help it. Slowly his head managed to make sense of Spike’s words, and he answered, incredulous.
“You... want to be Weyr... woman?”
“Well yes,” Spike replied as though it was the most natural thing in the world. “You think I want to be stuck here forever as nothing more than a novelty attraction, tailing along at the back of the Queens' wing with my flamethrower? No bloody thanks!”
“But...” A thousand thoughts were crowding his head, but N’gel was unable to turn any of them into spoken words.
Spike regarded him silently for a few moments, obviously reading his mind, and then spoke, voice quieter and more serious than N’gel could ever recall.
“You’ve never given moment’s thought to who I used to be, have you N’gel? Or to the fact that there’s a whole world out there that doesn’t revolve around dragons. Back home I...” Spike stopped for a moment, eyes lost. “I would look out of a window and know, that if I played my cards right, then everything I saw, from horizon to horizon, would one day be mine.”
For a moment he closed his eyes, but then he took a deep breath and turned to face N’gel.
“Had plenty of competition, mind you... four brothers, two sisters and untold half-siblings. But - I knew that I was the best. Think you know that feeling too, don’t you?”
N’gel nodded mutely - too stunned to speak. Spike sighed and dragged a hand through his hair.
“Only came here because well... how often do you get to see a Weyr? And then... One moment I was the prime candidate to one day take over from my father. A Lord Holder in the making. And the next... I was a freak. ‘The boy who impressed a queen’! A Pern-wide ‘celebrity’ with idiot harpers composing ballads about my eyes!”
Spike’s voice was harsh, and the look he shot N’gel was full of bitterness. Still trying to make sense of having his view of the other turned upside down, N’gel cautiously asked, “But - I... um... thought you enjoyed your fame? You’ve been having a good time as far as I could see...”
Spike shrugged. “Don’t mind the fame, don’t mind the benefits... but I do mind the reason. I used to be respected, looked up to even. If I could go back in time...” he stopped, and then a soft smile crept across his face. “Oh I’d probably do the same again. She’s worth it all and more besides.” He shook his head. “Course I always hoped to fall in love one day - preferably with my wife, whoever she’d be. Never... never thought it’d be a dragon.”
He chuckled, then soberly continued. “But - as I said, just because I love her to pieces doesn’t mean that I’m happy sitting around here like some bizarre curiosity dug up at Landing.”
He shot N’gel a shrewd look and leaned back against the headboard, hands behind his head. “Thing is, I was taught Hold management from before I could walk - my responsibilities, my heritage, and all the hard work and sacrifices I’d have to put in to provide for those beholden to us. It’s not the sort of mindset you can just get rid of! I was born to be someone.”
N’gel flashed back to when Spike had first arrived - and how the air of superiority had chafed. Strangely however, finding out that Spike really was as arrogant a bastard as he’d suspected didn’t bother him at all... and he realised that the two of them were really very similar indeed. But Spike was far from finished.
“Anyway, once I’d come to terms with being here, it occurred to me that I had the very thing that could put me on the map - a gold dragon! Cause Queens rule the roost - if you become Weyrwoman the job is yours for life, pretty much.” He smiled happily and slid further down into the bed, draping one of his legs over N’gel’s - and N’gel didn’t know what to do.
“So... the way forward was very simple: learn everything about how a Weyr works! I figured it couldn’t be too different from running a Hold, and it isn’t.”
”Wait-” N’gel interrupted, suddenly seeing the past in a totally different light . “So you weren’t just running after pretty girls - all that nosing around was for a purpose?”
Spike chuckled. “Oh I was in it for the pretty girls too! But yeah, I know this Weyr from top to bottom and inside out - could take over tomorrow if it came to it. Anyway, thought I’d have to wait my while, but then... then they started talking about this new Weyr. And well, it’s the opportunity of a lifetime, innit? All I needed was a bronze rider beside me... one who was perfect Weyrleader material! And-” he spread his arms wide, triumphantly, “-here you are!”
For a long while N’gel could only stare, as he tried to analyse all this new information, then he shook his head. “But you make it sound as though you chose me. Only that’s not possible, mating flights are all up to the dragons...”
Spike smirked. “Oh please - not even you are that naive! True, most mating flights are all chance... but not all of them. I asked around in the right places, and discovered how R’gul got Hath to fly Nemorth - to mention the most obvious example. So, I did the same... just the other way round. None of the bronze riders wanted their dragon to fly Buffieth, so I channelled that into making them help Immorteth win - subtle-like though, they never figured it out.”
At N'gel’s stunned face, he merely shrugged. “I always knew I had Power - I mean that’s why they found me on Search - but... yesterday was nevertheless somewhat exhausting. Making people bend to your will isn’t as easy as it sounds.”
He rubbed his face, and N’gel abruptly recalled the previous night’s brief conversation.
“So - wait - last night when you said you’d been waiting for that moment, you didn’t mean...”
Spike shook his head, laughing. “Oh no, I’ve not been sat dreaming about losing myself in your sweet embrace - although it is a very nice one, if I might say so!” He curled his tongue behind his teeth and shot N’gel a glance so suggestive the other almost blushed. “Mostly though, I was just over the moon that it was all actually working out. Two years planning in the balance...”
N’gel let his head fall back against the headboard with an audible sigh of relief. But after a moment he had a thought.
“But - if it wasn’t about me me, then... why... this?” He indicated the whole bed scenario. “Why not just find a girl for each of us?”
Spike stared at him, incredulous. “And miss out on sex so bloody amazing it turns straight men gay? Are you crazy?”
N’gel didn’t really have an answer for that, and Spike chuckled again. “And you Weyr-bred and all...”
He shook his head, then suddenly sat up straight and looked N’gel in the eye. “So - what do you say? You and me - partners? Together we have brilliant chance of getting this Weyr, trust me!”
N’gel thought for a moment, then held out his hand. “Deal.”
Spike smiled deeply, took his hand and shook it. N’gel smiled back, still stunned that ‘The Golden Boy’ had turned out to be the best ally a man could ask for.
Then there was a sudden flicker in Spike’s blue eyes, and the next moment he’d pulled N’gel close, kissing him deeply and hungrily. For a second N’gel was utterly paralysed, but then reacted without thinking, pulling Spike closer. He could feel Immorteth stir, a spark from last night awakening, and desire suddenly blossomed again, hot and demanding.
But then Spike abruptly pulled away, smirking deeply.
“Just one thing. Next time she rises? I go on top!”
Then he jumped out of bed and bounced over to the lift shaft, calling down for breakfast for two.
N’gel sat in the bed, staring after Spike, and tried to get his breathing under control. What had happened to him? One night of sex - although admittedly it had been utterly mindblowing sex - and he was as enthralled by Spike as the simplest serving wench. He shook his head. No - it had to be Spike using his power. Yes, that was it.
Satisfied with this explanation, N’gel finally allowed himself to relax and begin dreaming of his very own Weyr.
*
Watching N’gel from across the room, Spike smiled. Everything was coming together even better than he could have hoped for. But, he suddenly realised, best of all might be the fact that he finally had someone to talk to. Not that he was ever alone, what with Buffieth, and he couldn’t ask for better companions than Cordy and Fred. But to have another man to bond with was... surprisingly satisfying.
Shortly afterwards they sat down by the table to a hearty breakfast, and began discussing their future in earnest. Full of youthful confidence and self-assurance they happily bounced ideas off each other, relishing their shared outlook and ambitions.
Privately, however, Spike was also wondering how long it’d take him to talk N’gel and Cordy into a threesome... The future, he decided, was definitely looking golden.
The End
(Maybe)
Just two points:
1) Pern!Spike is (in most ways) very, VERY different from canon!Spike.
2) I am
When N’gel woke the following morning, his first feeling was one of pure bliss. He could sense Immorteth nearby - asleep, but utterly satisfied - and pulled the warm body in his arms closer, before softly stroking the short hair under his hand...
Wait.
Short hair...
His eyes snapped open, and he stared at the sleepy blond in his arms, brain in pure freefall.
Slowly Spike opened his eyes and made a contented little noise, then sat up, watching N’gel with an amused look on his face.
“Well... that was - something else, huh?” He suddenly grinned widely and wickedly. “Maybe those green riders are onto something after all. Although I doubt it’d be quite as spectacular without dragon intervention...”
N’gel wanted to say something, but the memories of the night’s adventures were unquestionably incredible. Spike stretched, almost gleaming in the clear morning light, before looking N’gel over with a rather admiring look.
“Gotta remember to compliment Cordy on the skills of her lover!” Then he frowned, looking a little worried. “Really ought to have asked before I borrowed you I suppose, but...” he shrugged, “wouldn’t have made much difference, would it now?”
The mention of Cordy’s name abruptly brought N’gel back to reality.
Quietly he buried his head in his hands, unable to voice the feelings that overwhelmed him. All his plans, all his hopes... gone. For the foreseeable future at least... Why oh why did dragons have to be so fickle?
Carefully he took a deep breath, trying to come to terms with the deep disappointment that was almost choking him. One night of mindless passion - and for what? He lifted his face to see Spike studying him, the same strange look on his face that he’d seen before. He’d call it calculating, but...
“So,” Spike said, “What do you reckon our chances are of getting this new Weyr?”
N’gel could feel his mouth fall open, but he couldn’t help it. Slowly his head managed to make sense of Spike’s words, and he answered, incredulous.
“You... want to be Weyr... woman?”
“Well yes,” Spike replied as though it was the most natural thing in the world. “You think I want to be stuck here forever as nothing more than a novelty attraction, tailing along at the back of the Queens' wing with my flamethrower? No bloody thanks!”
“But...” A thousand thoughts were crowding his head, but N’gel was unable to turn any of them into spoken words.
Spike regarded him silently for a few moments, obviously reading his mind, and then spoke, voice quieter and more serious than N’gel could ever recall.
“You’ve never given moment’s thought to who I used to be, have you N’gel? Or to the fact that there’s a whole world out there that doesn’t revolve around dragons. Back home I...” Spike stopped for a moment, eyes lost. “I would look out of a window and know, that if I played my cards right, then everything I saw, from horizon to horizon, would one day be mine.”
For a moment he closed his eyes, but then he took a deep breath and turned to face N’gel.
“Had plenty of competition, mind you... four brothers, two sisters and untold half-siblings. But - I knew that I was the best. Think you know that feeling too, don’t you?”
N’gel nodded mutely - too stunned to speak. Spike sighed and dragged a hand through his hair.
“Only came here because well... how often do you get to see a Weyr? And then... One moment I was the prime candidate to one day take over from my father. A Lord Holder in the making. And the next... I was a freak. ‘The boy who impressed a queen’! A Pern-wide ‘celebrity’ with idiot harpers composing ballads about my eyes!”
Spike’s voice was harsh, and the look he shot N’gel was full of bitterness. Still trying to make sense of having his view of the other turned upside down, N’gel cautiously asked, “But - I... um... thought you enjoyed your fame? You’ve been having a good time as far as I could see...”
Spike shrugged. “Don’t mind the fame, don’t mind the benefits... but I do mind the reason. I used to be respected, looked up to even. If I could go back in time...” he stopped, and then a soft smile crept across his face. “Oh I’d probably do the same again. She’s worth it all and more besides.” He shook his head. “Course I always hoped to fall in love one day - preferably with my wife, whoever she’d be. Never... never thought it’d be a dragon.”
He chuckled, then soberly continued. “But - as I said, just because I love her to pieces doesn’t mean that I’m happy sitting around here like some bizarre curiosity dug up at Landing.”
He shot N’gel a shrewd look and leaned back against the headboard, hands behind his head. “Thing is, I was taught Hold management from before I could walk - my responsibilities, my heritage, and all the hard work and sacrifices I’d have to put in to provide for those beholden to us. It’s not the sort of mindset you can just get rid of! I was born to be someone.”
N’gel flashed back to when Spike had first arrived - and how the air of superiority had chafed. Strangely however, finding out that Spike really was as arrogant a bastard as he’d suspected didn’t bother him at all... and he realised that the two of them were really very similar indeed. But Spike was far from finished.
“Anyway, once I’d come to terms with being here, it occurred to me that I had the very thing that could put me on the map - a gold dragon! Cause Queens rule the roost - if you become Weyrwoman the job is yours for life, pretty much.” He smiled happily and slid further down into the bed, draping one of his legs over N’gel’s - and N’gel didn’t know what to do.
“So... the way forward was very simple: learn everything about how a Weyr works! I figured it couldn’t be too different from running a Hold, and it isn’t.”
”Wait-” N’gel interrupted, suddenly seeing the past in a totally different light . “So you weren’t just running after pretty girls - all that nosing around was for a purpose?”
Spike chuckled. “Oh I was in it for the pretty girls too! But yeah, I know this Weyr from top to bottom and inside out - could take over tomorrow if it came to it. Anyway, thought I’d have to wait my while, but then... then they started talking about this new Weyr. And well, it’s the opportunity of a lifetime, innit? All I needed was a bronze rider beside me... one who was perfect Weyrleader material! And-” he spread his arms wide, triumphantly, “-here you are!”
For a long while N’gel could only stare, as he tried to analyse all this new information, then he shook his head. “But you make it sound as though you chose me. Only that’s not possible, mating flights are all up to the dragons...”
Spike smirked. “Oh please - not even you are that naive! True, most mating flights are all chance... but not all of them. I asked around in the right places, and discovered how R’gul got Hath to fly Nemorth - to mention the most obvious example. So, I did the same... just the other way round. None of the bronze riders wanted their dragon to fly Buffieth, so I channelled that into making them help Immorteth win - subtle-like though, they never figured it out.”
At N'gel’s stunned face, he merely shrugged. “I always knew I had Power - I mean that’s why they found me on Search - but... yesterday was nevertheless somewhat exhausting. Making people bend to your will isn’t as easy as it sounds.”
He rubbed his face, and N’gel abruptly recalled the previous night’s brief conversation.
“So - wait - last night when you said you’d been waiting for that moment, you didn’t mean...”
Spike shook his head, laughing. “Oh no, I’ve not been sat dreaming about losing myself in your sweet embrace - although it is a very nice one, if I might say so!” He curled his tongue behind his teeth and shot N’gel a glance so suggestive the other almost blushed. “Mostly though, I was just over the moon that it was all actually working out. Two years planning in the balance...”
N’gel let his head fall back against the headboard with an audible sigh of relief. But after a moment he had a thought.
“But - if it wasn’t about me me, then... why... this?” He indicated the whole bed scenario. “Why not just find a girl for each of us?”
Spike stared at him, incredulous. “And miss out on sex so bloody amazing it turns straight men gay? Are you crazy?”
N’gel didn’t really have an answer for that, and Spike chuckled again. “And you Weyr-bred and all...”
He shook his head, then suddenly sat up straight and looked N’gel in the eye. “So - what do you say? You and me - partners? Together we have brilliant chance of getting this Weyr, trust me!”
N’gel thought for a moment, then held out his hand. “Deal.”
Spike smiled deeply, took his hand and shook it. N’gel smiled back, still stunned that ‘The Golden Boy’ had turned out to be the best ally a man could ask for.
Then there was a sudden flicker in Spike’s blue eyes, and the next moment he’d pulled N’gel close, kissing him deeply and hungrily. For a second N’gel was utterly paralysed, but then reacted without thinking, pulling Spike closer. He could feel Immorteth stir, a spark from last night awakening, and desire suddenly blossomed again, hot and demanding.
But then Spike abruptly pulled away, smirking deeply.
“Just one thing. Next time she rises? I go on top!”
Then he jumped out of bed and bounced over to the lift shaft, calling down for breakfast for two.
N’gel sat in the bed, staring after Spike, and tried to get his breathing under control. What had happened to him? One night of sex - although admittedly it had been utterly mindblowing sex - and he was as enthralled by Spike as the simplest serving wench. He shook his head. No - it had to be Spike using his power. Yes, that was it.
Satisfied with this explanation, N’gel finally allowed himself to relax and begin dreaming of his very own Weyr.
Watching N’gel from across the room, Spike smiled. Everything was coming together even better than he could have hoped for. But, he suddenly realised, best of all might be the fact that he finally had someone to talk to. Not that he was ever alone, what with Buffieth, and he couldn’t ask for better companions than Cordy and Fred. But to have another man to bond with was... surprisingly satisfying.
Shortly afterwards they sat down by the table to a hearty breakfast, and began discussing their future in earnest. Full of youthful confidence and self-assurance they happily bounced ideas off each other, relishing their shared outlook and ambitions.
Privately, however, Spike was also wondering how long it’d take him to talk N’gel and Cordy into a threesome... The future, he decided, was definitely looking golden.
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Your Spike is really different from canon - but I can easily see him and Angel as I read the story.
That bit - "sex so bloody amazing it turns straight men gay" - made me giggle. Typically Spike approach. :)
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Thank you! This last part never became as good as I wanted it to, but then I decided that there were limits to how much time I was going to spend on crack...
Your Spike is really different from canon - but I can easily see him and Angel as I read the story.
Oh that's good, because I could too. (Except in an ideal world he would have been smoking. Sadly on Pern there is no tobacco... *sigh*)
Typically Spike approach. :)
In some ways there's no change at all... ;)
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You're too critical towards your work. BTW, do you know that George Lucas was in terrible depression when he had finished making Star Wars? Because, according to him, he managed to put onscreen only 10% of what he wanted to. :)
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No I'm not! *g*
Because, according to him, he managed to put onscreen only 10% of what he wanted to. :)
Well that's very reassuring! (And then everyone got all upset when he re-did them...)
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Just so you know, I think Spike is way better at long term plans and organizing then people give him credit for. He found a way to heal Dru. He found the Gem of Amarra. He got himself a soul! It's just both Buffy and Angel are the people most likely to distract him form his plans. :nods:
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Great, isn't it? *g*
I think Spike is way better at long term plans and organizing then people give him credit for.
Oh absolutely. I can't believe that people take that 'I just got so bored' in SH literally. What - so bored that instead of going with the original plan he created a complex and highly organised take-over of the school? Riiiight! *g* (As for my story, then it wasn't so much the planning as the ambitions that I thought set him apart from his vampire counterpart.)
It's just both Buffy and Angel are the people most likely to distract him form his plans. :nods:
Also a factor, definitely. :)
And thank you for reading.
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A Pern-wide ‘celebrity’ with idiot harpers composing ballads about my eyes!”
But not his cheekbones?
“And miss out on sex so bloody amazing it turns straight men gay? Are you crazy?”
Anne McCaffrey patented Alien Sex Pollen ftw!
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Yay! *is very pleased*
but I can definitely see it happening that way, looking back...
Oh yes, it's all there. I had a lot of fun with it, stringing people along - I *love* writing stuff like that, playing on people's perceptions.
Incidentally, that final conversation seemd to echo Angelus and William's first conversation as flashbacked in 'tGiQ', but with N'gel as Darla and Spike as Angelus - was that deliberate?
OK, I must have read that sentence 10 times, and yet I am no closer to getting it. So the answer would be 'no'.
But not his cheekbones?
Oh there's a whole verse about his cheekbones. But the ballad is called 'The Blue Eyes of The Golden Boy'. (Written by Andrew, journeyman Harper)
Anne McCaffrey patented Alien Sex Pollen ftw!
Bwahahahaha!
And thank you lots for reading! :)
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eeek!!
I must have read that sentence 10 times, and yet I am no closer to getting it. So the answer would be 'no'
Probably because I was confusing 'tGiQ' with 'Destiny' :-(
What I was thinking of was this:
One night of sex - although admittedly it had been utterly mindblowing sex - and he was as enthralled by Spike as the simplest serving wench.
"He's my arch-nemesis."
"Darling. It was just fornication. Really great fornication."
and this:
best of all might be the fact that he finally had someone to talk to. Not that he was ever alone, what with Buffieth, and he couldn’t ask for better companions than Cordy and Fred. But to have another man to bond with was... surprisingly satisfying.
"Don't mistake me. I do love the ladies. It's just lately... I've been wondering... what it'd be like...to share the slaughter of innocents... with another man. Don't... don't think that makes me some kind of a deviant, hmm? Do you?"
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::giggles:: I have LOTS of details worked out that I never used!
Probably because I was confusing 'tGiQ' with 'Destiny' :-(
Ah. Well that explains it.
What I was thinking of was this:
I can see the parallels, definitely, but I didn't consciously put them in. (And anyway, I doubt it's possible *not* to echo something in the show...)
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Chrissie
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Thank you! *beams* They're such wonderfully appealing arrogant bastards! ;)
He might not be like cannon Spike but he makes a great Pern dragonrider and so does N'gel.
It was fascintaing to write, because all this background story just materialised. There's lots of stuff (like N'gel's father issues) that I never even touched on.
Thanks for a great ending.
Thank *you* for reading! :)
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And very distracting... I really *must* get back to my proper fics! (But thank you for reading!!!)
Though Buffy as dragon makes the OT3 slightly less obvious, it's still your link of choice.
Funnily enough, it's more like Spuffy with a side-helping of Spangel. I think.
Yes, this Spike is different - but he has enough flashes of Spikeness o make this satisfying as well as fun.
I had SO much fun writing it, and I could picture him vividly throughout, so I figured he'd do. ;) (Except he ought to have been smoking in this chapter. I was very sad that he couldn't...)
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Smoking hot will just have to do then...
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So, that was purely cracktastic and a pleasure to read, all the way through. Thanks for sharing! :D
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Totally. And then (because Cordy would totally come with them of course), there'd be a lot of arguments over where N'gel would live...
So, that was purely cracktastic and a pleasure to read, all the way through. Thanks for sharing! :D
Thank you! And thank you for reading. And it was a pure joy to write. [must get back to other fics omg!]
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That may be the best fanfic line I have read in ages. I laughed quite loudly.
This was fantastic crack, and a great read. Yes the characters were different, but they held on to enough of their characteristics that they were recognizable. It was a very fun read. Now please direct your attention towards the elephant in the corner while I feed your bunnies some more crack.
*enables*
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*beams* I had a LOT of fun writing this. Oooh yes! :)
This was fantastic crack, and a great read.
Thank you!
Yes the characters were different, but they held on to enough of their characteristics that they were recognizable.
One v. interesting thing about writing it was how I suddenly had all this background story for them - it just kinda materialised out of nowhere. I mean I never even touched on N'gel's issues...
Now please direct your attention towards the elephant in the corner while I feed your bunnies some more crack.
You're eeeevil! Although I already have this whole little ficlet thing where they're at a Gather and... *goes away and concentrates on fic that NEEDS writing* (Trust me, you'll love my WIP once I finish it... *sighs sadly*)
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And 'She says her name is Buffieth!' I howled.
I see what you're saying about the character of Spike, but he is capable of long-term plans, even if he gets distracted or bored and scraps the entire thing. One could argue that he's spent the past hundred years or so working to succeed where Angel failed.
Very, very good read!
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Thank you! Crack is *great*, isn't it?
Spike would be the one guy to impress a queen, wouldn't he? Guy likes to stand apart from the crowd...though not as a figure of ridicule.
Exactly. If I continue, there'll definitely be something about him coming to terms with his role.
And 'She says her name is Buffieth!' I howled.
Yay! *is very proud* (It wrote itself, I swear!!!!)
I see what you're saying about the character of Spike, but he is capable of long-term plans, even if he gets distracted or bored and scraps the entire thing.
Actually, I think that it was more the fact that Pern!Spike is very ambitious, socially, which canon Spike never was. And the real Spike is definitely good at planning - his attack on the High School was well thought out and organised. He would have killed Buffy for sure, if not for her mother...
One could argue that he's spent the past hundred years or so working to succeed where Angel failed.
Indeed. Good point! (also see icon... *g*)
Very, very good read!
Thank you! And thank you for reading and your lovely feedback. :)
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It was SO MUCH fun to write... I did have more parts planned out, but only vaguely. I think there was a Gather where Spike & Angel ran into Spike's parents. That, uh, didn't go well. ;)
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Scene: A Gather, Spike & N'gel walking through the stalls, meet Spike's parents.
Spike: 'Oh hi. Father. Mother. This is N'gel, my... partner.'
Spike's father (rather coldly): 'You mean the rumours are true?'
Mother: 'I warned you about this. Dragon riders are all deviants. You should not have let him go...'
Spike (trying not to blush): 'We'll be Weyr leaders! Trust me. The youngest in the land!'
Father: 'My son. A Weyr woman.' (looks N'gel over with ill-concealed disgust) 'Come, dear wife, let's go...'
N'gel (looking after them): 'Well that's-'
Spike (raises eyebrow): 'N'gel. We live together, sleep together, and have sex so... loud it's twice set off the greens. News travels. And Holds are a lot more backwards than Weyrs. However...' (eyes narrow) 'Think I might try to have a word with Lessa today. Woman to woman. See what she thinks to my father's thoughts on the subject.'
N'gel: ...
Spike: (pats him on the shoulder): 'Did you miss the part where I'm good with women? Oh daddy dearest, I think you just helped us one step closer.'
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