Buffy the Vampire Slayer: William
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januar_ficTitle: William
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Characters/pairing: Spike, RL person
Rating: n/a
Word count: n/a
A/N: For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
vivien529. Prompt: Spike. Anything Spike. :) Disclaimer: I really don't know anything about the real life of one of the characters in the story (who is a real person). I just thought this would be amusing.
William boarded the subway, briefcase in hand. He moved halfway down the car and sat, placing the briefcase on the seat next to him. Sitting quietly, he waited for the train to start moving. When it did, he opened the briefcase and pulled out a ratty notebook and a pen. He turned to a new page in the notebook and started writing. When he felt the train slow down and stop, he glanced up. His eyes widened as a very interesting man boarded the car.
The new man had bleached blond spiky hair, a pierced eyebrow, and a long leather jacket. William knew he was staring, but he couldn't help it. The train started up again with the man just standing there, scowling. The scowl just seemed to add to the man's look.
"Oi! What are you staring at?" With a start, William realized that the outrageously dressed man was glaring at him. He quickly looked away, fiddling with the notebook in his hands.
"Nothing. Sorry."
William tried to go back to writing, but the man's presence made it almost impossible. He stiffened as the sound of leather against leather reached his ears and seemed to be getting closer. It stopped, and he cautioned a look up.
He started once again when he found the man in black in the seat in front of his, looking over the back of the seat at the notebook on William's lap. William gulped and self consciously put his hand over the words written there. Oops. That caused the man to look at him instead. "Can... can I help you?"
"What are you writing? Poetry?" A snarl crossed the man's face as he looked back down at the notebook, as if he could see through William's hand.
"Uh, no. Song lyrics." William relaxed just a little bit. Maybe this man was a fellow writer?
"Lyrics, huh?" The man looked back up at William with piercing blue eyes, causing William to shift a little in his seat. "What's your name?"
"What?" That was out of the blue. William eyed the man warily. Why did he want to know his name?
The man rolled his eyes and growled. "What. Is. Your. Bloody. Name?"
William gulped, clutching the notebook tighter. "Wi-william." The man stared at him. And stared. And staaared. William could do nothing but stare back.
"You're bloody kidding me." William blinked as the man hit his forehead against the top of the seat. "I swear, someone really really hates me..."
"Um..."
William wasn't sure what to say. Apparently there was something wrong with his name. He jumped a little when the man suddenly looked up and pointed a black fingernail painted finger at him. "Listen. You're lucky I'm in a good mood tonight, so I'm going to give you some advice."
A good mood? William was afraid to know what this guy was like when he was in a bad mood.
"Don't go by William anymore." Huh? "It's bloody poncy. Go by Bill, or Billy, or something. Just not William. And get a new look. You look like a bloody business man."
"I am a business man..." William trailed off when the man glared at him.
"Whatever. Just change. Else you'll be the laughing stock of every bloody party you ever go to." He stood abruptly, causing William to flinch. The man smirked and gave William the two finger salute. "Later... Billy." With that the man sauntered off.
William watched him go, then turned back to his notebook. Billy, huh? At the top of the page he wrote his full name, using William. He then put a strike through the William and wrote Billy instead.
Billy Idol. He liked the sound of that.
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Characters/pairing: Spike, RL person
Rating: n/a
Word count: n/a
A/N: For
vivien529. Prompt: Spike. Anything Spike. :) Disclaimer: I really don't know anything about the real life of one of the characters in the story (who is a real person). I just thought this would be amusing.William boarded the subway, briefcase in hand. He moved halfway down the car and sat, placing the briefcase on the seat next to him. Sitting quietly, he waited for the train to start moving. When it did, he opened the briefcase and pulled out a ratty notebook and a pen. He turned to a new page in the notebook and started writing. When he felt the train slow down and stop, he glanced up. His eyes widened as a very interesting man boarded the car.
The new man had bleached blond spiky hair, a pierced eyebrow, and a long leather jacket. William knew he was staring, but he couldn't help it. The train started up again with the man just standing there, scowling. The scowl just seemed to add to the man's look.
"Oi! What are you staring at?" With a start, William realized that the outrageously dressed man was glaring at him. He quickly looked away, fiddling with the notebook in his hands.
"Nothing. Sorry."
William tried to go back to writing, but the man's presence made it almost impossible. He stiffened as the sound of leather against leather reached his ears and seemed to be getting closer. It stopped, and he cautioned a look up.
He started once again when he found the man in black in the seat in front of his, looking over the back of the seat at the notebook on William's lap. William gulped and self consciously put his hand over the words written there. Oops. That caused the man to look at him instead. "Can... can I help you?"
"What are you writing? Poetry?" A snarl crossed the man's face as he looked back down at the notebook, as if he could see through William's hand.
"Uh, no. Song lyrics." William relaxed just a little bit. Maybe this man was a fellow writer?
"Lyrics, huh?" The man looked back up at William with piercing blue eyes, causing William to shift a little in his seat. "What's your name?"
"What?" That was out of the blue. William eyed the man warily. Why did he want to know his name?
The man rolled his eyes and growled. "What. Is. Your. Bloody. Name?"
William gulped, clutching the notebook tighter. "Wi-william." The man stared at him. And stared. And staaared. William could do nothing but stare back.
"You're bloody kidding me." William blinked as the man hit his forehead against the top of the seat. "I swear, someone really really hates me..."
"Um..."
William wasn't sure what to say. Apparently there was something wrong with his name. He jumped a little when the man suddenly looked up and pointed a black fingernail painted finger at him. "Listen. You're lucky I'm in a good mood tonight, so I'm going to give you some advice."
A good mood? William was afraid to know what this guy was like when he was in a bad mood.
"Don't go by William anymore." Huh? "It's bloody poncy. Go by Bill, or Billy, or something. Just not William. And get a new look. You look like a bloody business man."
"I am a business man..." William trailed off when the man glared at him.
"Whatever. Just change. Else you'll be the laughing stock of every bloody party you ever go to." He stood abruptly, causing William to flinch. The man smirked and gave William the two finger salute. "Later... Billy." With that the man sauntered off.
William watched him go, then turned back to his notebook. Billy, huh? At the top of the page he wrote his full name, using William. He then put a strike through the William and wrote Billy instead.
Billy Idol. He liked the sound of that.
