'Revenge', Spike, Sam, PG
Title: Revenge
Author: darkseeradept
Characters: Spike, Sam, Bit of Jules and Ed
Word Count: 300
Prompt: #56 Truce
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Summary: The repercussions were clear the moment it hit him… Spike should have known better.
Disclaimer: I’ll sing until I get it…. Trust me… I’ll do it!
Spike held his hands up in surrender from his spot, standing in front of the blonde, whose hand was on the trigger. “You don’t have to do this.”
“I think I do.” Was the other mans only reply.
“But just think about it for a second. Do you know what you’re doing?” Spike tried again, backing up a little bit, his negotiating not working. “Do you know what it will mean?”
“Yes, I know what I’m doing; it’s called revenge. And it mean’s you’re dead.”
Doe like brown eyes darted from side to side. “But… I only got you once, can’t we call this revenge thing off?”
“…you think we should call a truce?”
“YES, I think we should.”
“So…I won’t have to press this trigger and you’ll go away?”
Spike grinned widely doing a silent victory dance in his head. “Exactly! It’s a win-win situation for both of us.”
Blue eyes looked over the nervous techie in front of him. He really shouldn’t do it… it wasn’t worth it… It had just been an accident. However when his eyes fell to the reason it had all started, his gaze hardened and his finger twitched involuntarily on the trigger. Never mind. It was worth it.
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Jules glanced out her front window, a frown marring her features, watching the events occurring on her lawn with a detached sort of interest. “Why is Sam spraying Spike with my garden hose?”
Ed who happened to be walking by, doubled back with a grin. “Spike got him with a mud ball, hit him right in leg. Don’t know why he’s getting so upset over it, it’s not like he can’t just wash it out.”
The brunette smirked inwardly. Jules knew why he was angry. Those were the jeans she had bought for him.
Author: darkseeradept
Characters: Spike, Sam, Bit of Jules and Ed
Word Count: 300
Prompt: #56 Truce
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Summary: The repercussions were clear the moment it hit him… Spike should have known better.
Disclaimer: I’ll sing until I get it…. Trust me… I’ll do it!
Spike held his hands up in surrender from his spot, standing in front of the blonde, whose hand was on the trigger. “You don’t have to do this.”
“I think I do.” Was the other mans only reply.
“But just think about it for a second. Do you know what you’re doing?” Spike tried again, backing up a little bit, his negotiating not working. “Do you know what it will mean?”
“Yes, I know what I’m doing; it’s called revenge. And it mean’s you’re dead.”
Doe like brown eyes darted from side to side. “But… I only got you once, can’t we call this revenge thing off?”
“…you think we should call a truce?”
“YES, I think we should.”
“So…I won’t have to press this trigger and you’ll go away?”
Spike grinned widely doing a silent victory dance in his head. “Exactly! It’s a win-win situation for both of us.”
Blue eyes looked over the nervous techie in front of him. He really shouldn’t do it… it wasn’t worth it… It had just been an accident. However when his eyes fell to the reason it had all started, his gaze hardened and his finger twitched involuntarily on the trigger. Never mind. It was worth it.
--
Jules glanced out her front window, a frown marring her features, watching the events occurring on her lawn with a detached sort of interest. “Why is Sam spraying Spike with my garden hose?”
Ed who happened to be walking by, doubled back with a grin. “Spike got him with a mud ball, hit him right in leg. Don’t know why he’s getting so upset over it, it’s not like he can’t just wash it out.”
The brunette smirked inwardly. Jules knew why he was angry. Those were the jeans she had bought for him.