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Jan. 1st, 2014 | 01:08 pm

Title: A decade of New Year’s resolutions (and how 8 and 9 actually worked out)
Pairing: Spike/Angel
Rating: PG
Word count: about 1000
Warnings: unabashed schmoop, not beta-ed

“You,“ Spike slurs, stopping mid-chew and showing off something deep-fried in his open mouth.

“Appetizing,” Angel mumbles and rolls his eyes.

Spike swallows, rethinks, and stuffs his face with one more fried onion ring. He actually manages to purse his lips in his trade mark sassy grin and champ at the same time. Angel would be impressed if it wasn’t that annoying.

He straightens up, all posture and hardly controlled irritation. “May I come in?”

“No,” Spike answers instantly, instinctively, and leans into the door frame. He blocks the entrance, obviously relishing the ability to keep Angel out with one syllable.

“Invite me in Spike.” Angel growls.

“Make me.”

“Stop behaving like a child, for Christ’s sake.”

Spike raises an eye brow provokingly. Still the same, Angel notices, the both of them, even after all those years.

He sighs tiredly. At least he does inside while he feels himself starting to frown. Great. Same old choreography. Spike’s gonna call him “Captain Forehead” or something similarly trite. Angel will fire back on the same level. From there it’s going to spiral downwards. Astronauts and cavemen. Then again, that had been one of their more productive discussions.

Angel clutches the piece of paper in his hand tightly. He’s determined to do better this time.

“Fine,” he says, forcing himself to smile. “Then we’ll do this in the hallway.” He clears his throat. “I’m here to apologize.”

A piece of half-chewed onion threatens to fall before Spike quickly shuts his mouth. Angel keeps his composure. He can do this.

Spike swallows audibly. “Wot?”

“Apologize. For… things. I wasn’t-. There were things I had to come to terms with first.”

“And that took you nearly ten years?”

Angel has to force himself to hold the other man’s gaze. It’s unsettling how well Spike masks his reaction, now that he’s managed to get a grip on his dinner and himself, unfamiliar. It’s making Angel nervous.

Angel laughs awkwardly and lifts his hand, showing a crumpled piece of paper. “New year’s resolution.”

Now it’s Spike’s turn to frown. “What number?” he asks.


“On your list. This.”

“Uh-“, Angel hesitates. “Eight?”

“Eight?” Spike spits. There are wrinkles around his eyes when he squints with sudden rage, Angel notices, fascinated. “What’s coming after me? Less pansy-ass hair gel and quitting otter? No, wait, that should be number 1, blubberbutt.”

“I’m not-“ Angel starts but regains his composure. It’s been years since the great battle, and he’s determined not to fall back into old patterns. Besides that, it’s all muscle. Angel knows that, Spike knows that. Angel breaths in and out. In and out. In and out.

“It’s not like that,” he continues. “Sometimes, the most urgent or indispensable doesn’t equal the most important.” Spike frowns. OK, maybe Angel should have put that a little less intricately.

Before he can explain, Spike snatches the list from Angel’s hand and slams the door in Angel’s face. He’s still surprisingly fast.

“Spike!” Angel bangs at the door. No reaction. He bangs again, louder. “Spike!”

“Fuck off, wanker!” Spike yells back.

“Come on, Spike. Let’s calm down and talk like grown-up-“

There’s silence for a minute, then a loud bang.

“Bugger off!” Spike kicks at the door from the inside.

Sighing, Angel turns to go. 2014’s gonna suck.

It’s way past dawn when Angel instinctively jolts up, alarmed by a weight pressing down on him. He doesn’t come far.

“Calm down,” Spike whispers in Angel’s ear, his warm hand on Angel’s naked chest. “Getting careless, old man, huh?” Spike teases. Angel lies back nevertheless. It’s befuddling and soothing at the same time, feeling that well-known weight on top of him, the warmth Spike’s body radiates these days, the seductive tap-tap-tap of his heart.

“You’re still one sneaky fucker,” Angel whispers back, trying to sound annoyed but failing.

“So,” Spike says and makes himself comfortable on Angel’s body, legs intertwined casually, clothed on naked chest. “Tell him wot?”

“Fuck,” Angel swears silently. He should have expected this. Actually, he did expect this. Still he’s so out of his depth he goes for the save route: playing dumb.

“Don’t know what you’re talking ‘bout,” he grumbles.

Raising one perfect eyebrow (and thereby showing some forehead wrinkles), Spike holds up the piece of paper he had snatched from Angel.

Angel coughs slightly. “Oh. That.“


“So, what do you want to tell me?”

Angel turns his head to the side, so that all Spike can see is his profile. When he finally starts to talk, he looks like he’s in pain. “ThatIloyu”, he mumbles, letters bleeding into each other.

“Huh? What did you say, mate? Didn’t quite get that.” Spike grins. Angel’s pretty sure he still enjoys seeing Angel suffer.

“You understood me very well, moron.”

“Not a word, wanker.” Spike wriggles a little and Angel feels a teeny, tiny, little more willing to repeat himself. He looks straight into Spike’s eyes and says. “That I love you. Still. And that I want to spend the rest of… that I want to be with you. There. Happy now?”

The “the rest of your life” is there, in the air, between them, but it doesn’t matter. It’s the way it is. It doesn’t matter right now.

Spike sways his head, as if he’s thinking hard. Then he kisses Angel, long and deep and with all the grief, the longing and the urgency of a decade waiting.

Later, when Spike’s busy smoking, Angel spots the list with his last decade’s resolutions lying on the floor beside the bed. He lifts it up, reads the 10. item, added swiftly in Spike’s handwriting, and grins broadly.


2014’s gonna rock.


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Comments {6}


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from: chasingdemons
date: Jan. 1st, 2014 04:10 pm (UTC)

I SO loved this!!! Very, very well done! Happy New Year!

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dancing till the world ends

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from: lynnenne
date: Jan. 1st, 2014 04:48 pm (UTC)

AWWWWWWWWWW. This is funny and sweet. I love them so much, silly boys.

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from: of_too_minds
date: Jan. 2nd, 2014 02:51 am (UTC)

I really enjoyed this.

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from: cafedemonde
date: Jan. 2nd, 2014 04:13 am (UTC)

This fic rocks! The voices are perfect and I love the list and that Angel cant spell!

Thanks so much for sharing.

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from: comlodge
date: Jan. 2nd, 2014 04:56 am (UTC)

Wow. Angel's finally growing up a bit and maybe Spike is too. Loved it!

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from: snogged
date: Jan. 11th, 2014 02:43 am (UTC)

Aww! This was really sweet!

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