A Man of Parts
Title: A Man of Parts
Prompt: Spuffy vs Frankenstein
Timeline: Lovers Walk (scene rewrite)
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 185 (1484)
Author's notes: Here's the thing. My response to the Frankenstein prompt grew far beyond the word limit for this com. So I had an idea: I'll crop out a smallish piece of the story and post it here, with a link to the longer story at AO3. Sort of like cropping an icon out of a screen cap. Mods, if this is not allowed, I apologize. Smack me with a wet fish and I'll promise not to do it again.
This story follows my earlier stories Sun-Worshiper, Uncomfortable Pause, and Night-Blooming.
Disclaimer: still not mine, alas
Joyce shook some marshmallows into Spike's mug, careful to stay on the other side of the counter. With her other hand she surreptitiously brushed her pocket again.
A sly look crept over his face. "You've got a weapon in your pocket."
Joyce stepped back out of arm's reach. "The man I dated before I met Buffy's father had... an unpredictable temper. I learned to have a backup plan."
"What is it, then?" Spike sniffed, amused. "A cross?"
Joyce drew a small squirt bottle out of her skirt and set it on the counter, keeping her hand near it but not on the nozzle. "Reach for the sky," she drawled.
Spike grinned. "I like you. You don't flinch. Buffy gets that from you, doesn't she?"
Joyce replied drily, "I like to think I've raised her well."
"I am a monster." His blue eyes shone, and Joyce wondered why the monsters were always so earnest. "But I think... I don't want to kill your daughter. What's wrong with me?"
Joyce focused on not flinching. "Where should I start?"
The rest at AO3
Prompt: Spuffy vs Frankenstein
Timeline: Lovers Walk (scene rewrite)
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 185 (1484)
Author's notes: Here's the thing. My response to the Frankenstein prompt grew far beyond the word limit for this com. So I had an idea: I'll crop out a smallish piece of the story and post it here, with a link to the longer story at AO3. Sort of like cropping an icon out of a screen cap. Mods, if this is not allowed, I apologize. Smack me with a wet fish and I'll promise not to do it again.
This story follows my earlier stories Sun-Worshiper, Uncomfortable Pause, and Night-Blooming.
Disclaimer: still not mine, alas
Joyce shook some marshmallows into Spike's mug, careful to stay on the other side of the counter. With her other hand she surreptitiously brushed her pocket again.
A sly look crept over his face. "You've got a weapon in your pocket."
Joyce stepped back out of arm's reach. "The man I dated before I met Buffy's father had... an unpredictable temper. I learned to have a backup plan."
"What is it, then?" Spike sniffed, amused. "A cross?"
Joyce drew a small squirt bottle out of her skirt and set it on the counter, keeping her hand near it but not on the nozzle. "Reach for the sky," she drawled.
Spike grinned. "I like you. You don't flinch. Buffy gets that from you, doesn't she?"
Joyce replied drily, "I like to think I've raised her well."
"I am a monster." His blue eyes shone, and Joyce wondered why the monsters were always so earnest. "But I think... I don't want to kill your daughter. What's wrong with me?"
Joyce focused on not flinching. "Where should I start?"
The rest at AO3