[For Jack]Want, take, have.

[fangyandgrr]

When Spike had heard that Trance and Xander were going to that stupid masked ball together it had bothered him more than he would have liked. It wasn't like he had any claim on Trance any more, right? She could bloody well go with half the island if she wanted to. But that it was Xander stung a bit more than if it had been some random face in the

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[captainjack]

Jack ambled along toward the sound of the festivities. Tux and the mask he'd hung onto from last time, he was a victim of tunnel-vision...literal and figurative. The week had been more hell than he could have imagined, and tonight he had a goal. Two goals. He was going to dance until his feet ached and he was going to get drunk. With any luck, too drunk to fuck.

That was a fantastic idea, especially when he was almost certain he caught sight of John against a tree. It couldn't be. He was dressed wrong. The thought that it might be Spike didn't enter his mind.

[fangyandgrr]

Brilliant. Spike pushed off of the tree, shifting his fag to the other hand as he stepped closer, smiling, then without warning swung a solid right hook at Jack's face. God, it felt good, too.

[captainjack]

He caught the blur of motion and turned to look, which was mistake number one. Mistake number two was taking the force of the blow hard enough that his knees went weak and his vision constricted to a pinpoint.

"Shit, John," he exhaled as the ground rose to embrace him hard. Ass then shoulders then head, which brought a bright flash behind his eyes. That was true love, right there. Jack wondered if when he woke up he'd be undressed with the Agent's mouth crushed against his like usual.

Except John was gone and he knew to throw a left, not a right. Everything about this was wrong, he thought...his last thought before darkness enveloped him and the taste of metallic grief washed over his tongue.

[fangyandgrr]

Spike was at least nice enough to not leave the bloke lying in the middle of the path. He grabbed Jack beneath the armpits and dragged him off to one side, propping him half-sitting against the same tree Spike had just been lounging on. "Thanks, mate," he murmured near the unconscious man's ear as he plucked the mask from his face. "No hard feelings, I hope." He glanced down the path and then struck out toward the ball, slipping Jack's mask into place as he walked.