Title: Caves
Fandom: Angel
Rating: G
Words: 100
Disclaimer: Not mine, they're Whedon's. *sob*
Written for: LJ community wordoftheday100's "troglodyte" challenge
Notes: I'm having a long dry spell, and I wanted some Fred/Spike schmoop. I know I said I wasn't going to do drabbles anymore, until the Pottage monster was done, but this practically wrote itself.

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"Handsome man saved me from the monster." Angel saved me from my troglodyte existence in Pylea. Only now he's busy with Wolfram and Hart CEO affairs, and I live in a different kind of cave. A cave filled with pretty glass objects, and arcane formulae, and interesting artifacts. Still a cave.

But sometimes Spike comes in. He always has a cheery word, and he calls me "pet," and "luv." And that makes the light shine more brightly through the necrotempered glass, a little. Maybe he'll be able to draw me out of this cave.

I hope so. Because I'm suffocating...