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Remember summer_of_spike? My contribution the year I participated was to do drabbles for some of the episodes that Spike was in, starting with "School Hard". Of course, I didn't finish, not even close. But here are five more in the series,accompanied by an icon from the episode.
Five Drabbles, Rated:PG
A New Man
He was measuring the crypts, thinking more about defense than comfort, and realized that this was the first time in his unlife that he'd be alone. Dru wouldn't come back this time, no Angelus and Darla. Even alive, there'd been Mother.
As if to distract him, Giles pops up. With horns and hooves. Growling and giving the world the finger. Maybe since he, Spike, wasn't much of a monster any more, Giles got sucked into some sort of natural vacuum, filling his empty space. Things keep changing.
Thoughts to turn around in his head during the long, solitary daylight hours.
The I in Team
He might as well live in the bleeding Alps. His life was going from high to low and back again like he had all day ticket on a ski-lift. Feared vampire, cuckold, chipped prisoner, escapee, fangless, living on the charity of the Slayer (low point!), and then back to something like normal. His own place and he had to admit that it was sweet to have the Watcher trying to smarm him into helping the Slayettes.
But his luck hadn’t changed. Now he’s face down while the Watcher does surgery with what feels like a spanner. It’s the bloody Alps.
Goodbye Iowa
I’m surrounded by idiots. I'm here, large as life, showing what the commando boys and their Hive Queen are capable of and they still don’t get it. Lot of hand waving and “oh my, what to do?” Left to me to point out that maybe the boyfriend is part of this getting-the-Slayer-killed plan.
Oh, there’s an idea they never thought of. Simple logic, but no, they don't like it. The Slayer wants to believes his story because what? He’s tall?
Still, his face when he saw me made my day.
I'd say Slayer and her soldier are having trust issues.
This Year's Girl
The streets are different now. No, that's not true. He's different. Now the warm-blooded citizens of Sunnydale are safe from him. He's less harmless than a determined mugger. He even has to keep life-affirming thoughts about anything on the plus side of having a heartbeat. Otherwise, he does a puppet dance, pain pulling the strings.
He keeps to the shadows, too. Lurks instead of strides.
When he runs across the librarian and his boy apprentice, he puts them in their place. He hits them with withering sarcasm.
Walking away, he doesn't find it as satisfying as ripping their throats out.
Who Are You?
He should have slipped away when he saw her. But she’s like a splinter under his skin. He can’t stop picking at her, trying to get the last word in.
Like tonight, he throws a few clever remarks and expects to be on the receiving end of disdain and a haughty back walking away. Instead she moves in, close enough to feel her warm breath, all tarted up and making offers that made him see Slayer strength in a whole new light. Almost had him going.
He’s going to think long - and hard - about what her angle was.
Five Drabbles, Rated:PG
A New Man
He was measuring the crypts, thinking more about defense than comfort, and realized that this was the first time in his unlife that he'd be alone. Dru wouldn't come back this time, no Angelus and Darla. Even alive, there'd been Mother.
As if to distract him, Giles pops up. With horns and hooves. Growling and giving the world the finger. Maybe since he, Spike, wasn't much of a monster any more, Giles got sucked into some sort of natural vacuum, filling his empty space. Things keep changing.
Thoughts to turn around in his head during the long, solitary daylight hours.
The I in Team
He might as well live in the bleeding Alps. His life was going from high to low and back again like he had all day ticket on a ski-lift. Feared vampire, cuckold, chipped prisoner, escapee, fangless, living on the charity of the Slayer (low point!), and then back to something like normal. His own place and he had to admit that it was sweet to have the Watcher trying to smarm him into helping the Slayettes.
But his luck hadn’t changed. Now he’s face down while the Watcher does surgery with what feels like a spanner. It’s the bloody Alps.
Goodbye Iowa
I’m surrounded by idiots. I'm here, large as life, showing what the commando boys and their Hive Queen are capable of and they still don’t get it. Lot of hand waving and “oh my, what to do?” Left to me to point out that maybe the boyfriend is part of this getting-the-Slayer-killed plan.
Oh, there’s an idea they never thought of. Simple logic, but no, they don't like it. The Slayer wants to believes his story because what? He’s tall?
Still, his face when he saw me made my day.
I'd say Slayer and her soldier are having trust issues.
This Year's Girl
The streets are different now. No, that's not true. He's different. Now the warm-blooded citizens of Sunnydale are safe from him. He's less harmless than a determined mugger. He even has to keep life-affirming thoughts about anything on the plus side of having a heartbeat. Otherwise, he does a puppet dance, pain pulling the strings.
He keeps to the shadows, too. Lurks instead of strides.
When he runs across the librarian and his boy apprentice, he puts them in their place. He hits them with withering sarcasm.
Walking away, he doesn't find it as satisfying as ripping their throats out.
Who Are You?
He should have slipped away when he saw her. But she’s like a splinter under his skin. He can’t stop picking at her, trying to get the last word in.
Like tonight, he throws a few clever remarks and expects to be on the receiving end of disdain and a haughty back walking away. Instead she moves in, close enough to feel her warm breath, all tarted up and making offers that made him see Slayer strength in a whole new light. Almost had him going.
He’s going to think long - and hard - about what her angle was.