"Prattfall..."

"Prattfall..." Part VI

"Prattfall..."

Disclaimer: Would Joss want his name associated with this? I think not...But anyway all BTVS characters remain the property of Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, and all other owner/creators of the Buffy the Vampire Slayer series...Though his brother Mort gets nothing...

Archived at the Normalverse page of the Buffy Rebecca verse, www.buffyrebecca.com/Normalverse...

Summary: As you know I leave the "Pratt" to the Whedonverse, except for this one little bit...

In early 30's Hollywood Spike offers advice to a distant relative...

Part VI...

Dusk had arrived when Spike, bearing a load of notes borrowed from one of the other writers, reached the rooming house by cab...

All-in-all, one of the most pleasant days of his existence, alive or dead...He reflected.

An exciting new world...A fascinating bunch of new colleagues of the creative variety...Lord, how I've missed being round creative types on a steady basis in the past fifty years...

Angelus' admitted creativity having been rather of a specific and narrow field...

A chance to utilize long buried talents...

And, I get paid for it.  Rather nicely for these times, too...

"Will!..." hearty, booming call.  Though behind it a heavy weariness...

"Bill..." he waved to the approaching Pratt. "How are things?"

"Not bad, lad, not bad...Bit of a long day..." Pratt smiled.  Wincing at a muscle twinge as he moved an arm to offer a hand to his companion.  "Did you make it over to Universal?"

"I did indeed...And was rather successful." Spike beamed. "Many thanks for that intro by the way...I think it did the trick."

"Will, that's wonderful!" Pratt clapped him on the back. "A bit of luck on the first try...Excellent...But I thought you had the look of a winner on you, lad.  So Jimmy was impressed, eh?"

"I'm on the writing staff..." Spike nodded.  "Lets hope I know what I'm doing..."

"You'll make good, lad.  I sense it..."

Amazing...Spike thought.  A man who could frighten birds out of trees with his looks but eyes reflecting a soul so kind even I would like to live up to his faith in me...

"He ought to..." Margaret eyed them from the front door of the rooming house, in lovely grey sweater jacket, white pleated blouse and light slacks, her warm smile even having a rather pleasant effect on one Walthrop...

"Being a Pratt on his mother's side..." wry smile...

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Ray having lived up to Dru's sensations...Actually wanting her to test a few lines and apparently, once John had gone to see to the filming schedule for tomorrow, as anxious to have her gone as she was to join her new clique of friends.  All had gone rather delightfully well for one Dru Waverly, Paramount bit player...

She was rather touched to find Frances faithfully and nervously waiting for her just outside.  Chatting up Edna in the office while keeping a careful watch in case of trouble...

Above and beyond the call of thrall, really...She patted her friend, smilingly assuring her that the director had really been a lamb once they'd be alone.  Poor fellow must be desperate to diffuse any possible notions as to his inabilities with the ladies.  A sensitive soul really...Who saw "possibilities" in her...