tthdrabbles | Challenge 52: Token

Title: A Lesson in Politeness

Wordcount: 200

Fandom: The Avengers

Challenge: #52: Token

Summary: Spike bites off a little more than he can chew…

Disclaimer: Not mine, not mine…

She looked like the perfect morsel, slim and dark, just like his Drusilla. Her killer outfit definitely held its attractions too – pity she also had the attitude to go with it.

It’s getting harder and harder to get a bite to eat in this bloody city,” Spike thought irritably, wincing as he picked himself up from the ground. “And since when did the locals start learning blooming karate and keeping swords in their umbrellas?”

His would-be snack raised an eyebrow as he grinned, wiping the blood off his face. “I don’t know why you’ve got your knickers in a twist, luv, I just wanted to give you a token of my affections.”

“My name is Mrs Peel, not luv, and there is only one kind of ‘token of affection’ one receives in a dark alley, and I’m not interested,” she said coolly, sliding the sword back into the umbrella cane. “I suggest you be on your way.”

Spike smirked. “Why should I do that, luv? Things are just getting interesting.”

“You really should work on your repartee, my dear boy,” Mrs Peel drawled. “It lacks a certain panache, good evening.”

And Spike let her walk away; to do otherwise seemed…impolite.

Title: Darkside Recruitment

Wordcount: 200

Fandom: Firefly

Challenge: #52: Token

Summary: The First Evil is looking for a new henchman, Mal ain’t on the market…

Disclaimer: Not mine, not mine…

It had taken her days to find the perfect candidate to gift her powers to. She had searched many different futures and, in one, Caleb had descendants. “Malcolm Reynolds,” she purred. “So nice to meet you.”

“I knew I shouldn’t have taken any of Jayne’s brew,” Mal muttered, rubbing his eyes. “Comes of being too long in the black.”

The First Evil laughed delightedly. “Oh my dear Captain, this is no illusion. Welcome to the last battle, and you’re on the winning side.”

Mal threw her a dirty look. “If there is one thing I’ve learnt about myself,” he said dryly. “It’s that I’m never on the winning side; so cut the bullshit, darlin’, and tell me what I’m doing here.”

“But I’ve already told you, Malcolm, I want to give you what you heart desires. I want—”

“Hold it right there,” he said, cutting her off “I don’t need to hear anymore.”

“Then here is my token of power and—“

“Nope.”

“Huh, come again?”

“I said I’m not interested.”

“But—”

“What part of no don’t you get, Lady?”

“Oh very well,” the First Evil sighed. “Begone!”

And with a puff of smoke, he did just that.