Wheelchairs and Wheelies
Title: Wheelchairs and
Wheelies
Author: Perry
E-mail:
icemulder@hotmail.com
Characters: Spike, Angel
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I do not
own Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy Productions do.
Summary: Spike attempts to perform some tricks on his wheelchair, unaware of
who's watching.
Author's notes: this takes place in season two. Spike is in a wheelchair
(obviously) and Angel is a baddie
Spike scanned the area, making sure no one was around.
Lucky for him, the entire garden was empty.
Full of confidence now, Spike began what he had been practicing for weeks. Tonight he would finally pull it off.
The vampire gripped his wheelchair tires, and quickly spun around in a circle.
He was going to do it. He just needed to warm up first. Spike rolled his jacket sleeves up to his elbows, and tried to balance the wheelchair on one wheel.
He let out a silent cheer when that task had been accomplished.
Spike looked at all of the spectators around him. Nobody was there, of course, but in his head, Spike was on a platform, performing for hundreds of eager fans.
"And now, ladies and gentleman, while the Great William the Bloody prepares for his act of the day, er night, he will show you some relatively simple tricks."
Spike started to race around the room in speedy circles. After doing a few wheelies, Spike decided it was time to try the ultimate trick out.
Spike wheeled over to the longest stretch of open room there was, and began to fly down it, gathering speed.
As he reached the end of the stretch, Spike jumped, pulling his wheelchair into the air with all of his might. The two of them jumped an easy two inches off of the ground.
"Oh yeah! Check that out! That was soo in the air man! I lifted that right up there!" Spike screamed to his absent audience, whilst doing some victory spins.
Spike attempted two more jumps, each of which went close to three whole inches off the ground.
"That was like two whole feet of the ground love, it doesn't get that much bloody higher!" Spike cheered once more.
After a few more times around the room, Spike was ecstatic, he could almost feel his lack of heart beat.
Spike preformed another
outstanding jump, and was just soaking the cheer of all the imaginary people, when he heard loud clapping from behind him.
Angel.
The clapping was really loud, and more than slightly mocking.
Spike jerked around, coming face to face with Angel, and the two and a half century old demon continued to clap.
Spike's pale face
slightly flushed, and he refused to meet Angel's eyes.
"I'm so glad you're enjoying your brand new toy Spikey-boy. Why don't me and mommy go get you some ice cream, or maybe a puppy?" Angel asked in a horribly high pitched, voice, completely making a mockery of Spike.
Spike, however, did not think of the wheelchair as a toy, hated ice cream, and couldn't even think of why anyone would want a puppy to feed on, so he just kept quiet.
Without warning, Angel grabbed the handle bars of Spike's chair, and flipped Spike over.
Spike let out a yelp as he hit the ground, feet in the air.
"I hate you so much," Spike said calmly, quietly.
Angel only kicked the chair, causing Spike to roll over, and the chair to fall over him, trapping the disabled man.
As Spike struggled with the weight of the
chair, Angel laughed his ass off, and walked away.
"You laugh now," Spike said when Angel was out of ear shot, "But soon you'll regret it."
Spike shoved the wheelchair off of him, sending it flying.
The vampire stood up with ease.
"I'll make you regret it."