Maybe (a drabble) by Criss Moody

Inspiration: Naked Spike with Chocolate and the following words: Come, Sun, Hip, Strike
Rating: PG

Takes a certain talent to pretend indifference.

Spike’s got it down cold.

No, he doesn’t care when the Slayer and her little friends ignore him.

No, he doesn’t mind when the Little One says "Oh, that’s just Spike."

No, he’s not offended by Angel the Great Fuckwit walking right past him.

He’s a ghost, a shadow, a bare wisp of the creature that one existed. Even he has to admit that he’s hardly worth notice anymore. Can’t bite, can’t feed, can’t save anyone.

No one.

Maybe his Grandsire has managed indifference. Maybe he just blew right past him like he didn’t exist because Angel can’t be bothered to see his de facto creation when there are dead girlfriends.

Maybe Angel doesn’t know that Spike let Buffy die.

Maybe.