Gah, it's somewhere on fanfic.net but damned if I can find it... sooo many human AUs over there. One of which I greatly applaud for being a Spuffy AU with Angel as *Spike's* abusive boyfriend rather than Buffy's, especially for the teeny 'ewww!' reactions.
Hee! OK NOw I gotta say, I could love that twist! And then after Spike & Angel break up, Angel seeks Anger Management & goes into group therapy where he meets an insecure but sweet-at-heart Snyder and they fall In love!
His colleague smirked, pouring himself coffee from the pot as Angel found them empty seats. Not a difficult job, since the teachers’ lounge was all but deserted: the principal’s secretary, Harmony, was busy lacquering her nails in a corner and the new Chemistry teacher – Niles? Norman? Knox, that was it – was grading papers, but everyone else was in class. Or, more likely, was deliberately flouting Snyder’s new policy of teachers staying on campus until the end of the school day.
“You ever wonder if we’re as bad as the kids?” he asked, philosophically.
“Why, you hoping Snyder’ll take down the good old Board of Education?” He grinned. “Tell you what a bad boy you’ve been?”
Angel sometimes wondered if Spike shared those kind of mental images with his English class, or if it was only his friends whose minds he liked to warp.
“What exactly did he say?”
Spike told a long slurp of the coffee. “What I said. Wants to talk to you about what you’ve been teaching the brats. Sounded pissed off.”
“One lesson on Irish history’s not going to derail the whole precious semester,” he argued. Even a slightly biased hour.
“Hey.” Spike held up his hand. “Choir, preaching.”
Harmony coughed. It was loud, false, and proved why Lorne always politely but firmly turned down her offers of help with the drama club. It was a cough that said ‘boss, incoming’.
Snyder swept into the room like a very short tidal wave, glaring at all who dared fall in his path. “My office, now,” he snapped at Angel.
“Six of the best for you,” Spike muttered.
Angel glared at him. To Snyder he said, “Yes. Uh. Sir,” and followed him out.
He really hoped Spike was joking about that paddle thing.
*g* Evil plot bunny of doom. And Angel's a bad, bad boy.
Also I completely fell down on picking a last name for Angel. Even though, being surrounded by Irish people, you'd think I could think of one Irish name...
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on 2004-06-14 02:48 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2004-06-14 02:52 pm (UTC)They're so cute! How can you not look at them together and see LUV?!
It's like...Splory! Or SNYGEL!
Except, you know, not.
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on 2004-06-14 02:58 pm (UTC)I have yet to see a human AU with Snygel, for some bizarre reason.
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on 2004-06-14 03:02 pm (UTC)And I don't see why there isn't a human AU with Snygel *frowns*
Snygel is principle, Angel is the history teacher...It so could happen!!
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on 2004-06-14 03:06 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2004-06-14 03:22 pm (UTC)I hate you.
on 2004-06-14 03:43 pm (UTC)“You’re in for it now.”
“Shut up, Spike.”
His colleague smirked, pouring himself coffee from the pot as Angel found them empty seats. Not a difficult job, since the teachers’ lounge was all but deserted: the principal’s secretary, Harmony, was busy lacquering her nails in a corner and the new Chemistry teacher – Niles? Norman? Knox, that was it – was grading papers, but everyone else was in class. Or, more likely, was deliberately flouting Snyder’s new policy of teachers staying on campus until the end of the school day.
“You ever wonder if we’re as bad as the kids?” he asked, philosophically.
“Why, you hoping Snyder’ll take down the good old Board of Education?” He grinned. “Tell you what a bad boy you’ve been?”
Angel sometimes wondered if Spike shared those kind of mental images with his English class, or if it was only his friends whose minds he liked to warp.
“What exactly did he say?”
Spike told a long slurp of the coffee. “What I said. Wants to talk to you about what you’ve been teaching the brats. Sounded pissed off.”
“One lesson on Irish history’s not going to derail the whole precious semester,” he argued. Even a slightly biased hour.
“Hey.” Spike held up his hand. “Choir, preaching.”
Harmony coughed. It was loud, false, and proved why Lorne always politely but firmly turned down her offers of help with the drama club. It was a cough that said ‘boss, incoming’.
Snyder swept into the room like a very short tidal wave, glaring at all who dared fall in his path. “My office, now,” he snapped at Angel.
“Six of the best for you,” Spike muttered.
Angel glared at him. To Snyder he said, “Yes. Uh. Sir,” and followed him out.
He really hoped Spike was joking about that paddle thing.
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on 2004-06-14 03:51 pm (UTC)Omg, I LOVE YOU!
Harmony coughed. It was loud, false, and proved why Lorne always politely but firmly turned down her offers of help with the drama club.
Hee! Plus, you know, Snyder spanking Angel! *dies*
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on 2004-06-14 03:57 pm (UTC)Also I completely fell down on picking a last name for Angel. Even though, being surrounded by Irish people, you'd think I could think of one Irish name...
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on 2004-06-14 04:00 pm (UTC)As long as you don't call him O'Connor, I don't care WHAT you do :p
*ducks and hides*
ANd also, wee! I bet I'm in the top 20 NOW, baby !!! sequel, sequel!!
Re: I hate you.
on 2004-06-14 03:58 pm (UTC)*crawls into corner and whimpers*
But it is cute without the spanking and dirtywrongbadbad Snygel.
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on 2004-06-14 04:01 pm (UTC)Re: I hate you.
on 2004-06-17 01:23 am (UTC)Seriously, brilliant fic. If I could do one, a tenth as well I'ld be happy.
(PS I wanted to ask are you going to be in Belfast the night before the convention?)
Re: I hate you.
on 2004-06-17 06:09 am (UTC)Re: I hate you.
on 2004-06-18 01:17 am (UTC)(Evil Plans forming) We may then try to arrange (finally) another Buffy RPG session. I'll confirm with the others and let you know by Monday.