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[Outside the castle there's a familiar ship on the ground, one that looks a lot less beat up than it did a few days ago. Apparently Spike was fired and replaced with some magical mechanic. Not like he minded too much; less work for him. And he had to hand it to them, from a distance you couldn't even see anything wrong with it.

It's when Faye pokes her head up in the cockpit window that he decides to get a better look.] Have you flown it yet?

[she barely glances over from where she's tinkering with the console] ...He screwed up all of my settings! I'm pretty sure that there isn't a planet nearby called 'My Bollocks,' here.

[Good thing she's too occupied to catch his smirk. That's what happens.] Who did you say fixed it for you?

[as she sighs and turns around, dangling her legs out the hatch--] Crowley.

. . . [Crowley. He really should have guessed.] I didn't know he worked on spaceships. [Spike leans against the frame and gives a sidelong glance at a certain panel. If he was really curious, he could open it and check just how fixed it really is, but he diverts his eyes before she can tell what he's examining.]

A spaceship is the same as a car, when you wiggle your fingers at it, I guess. [spooky wiggling fingers, for emphasis]

Right. [Magic. On that note, he reaches into his jacket and pulls out a steel flask. Can't even remember what he filled it with -- but it smells strong enough, so he takes a drink.]

[she arches an eyebrow at him] ...Isn't is a little early for that? [not that it keeps her from reaching out and beckoning for it, of course. The one she keeps in the cockpit has been drained by a certain magical mechanic.] You having trouble coping-- [...she doesn't get the whole thought out, however. Her voice cuts off abruptly, hands going to her throat and eyes widening in surprise]

... What is it? [He had barely moved to share it, when the knowing smile on his face vanishes. When she doesn't respond in a few more seconds, he can tell she isn't kidding. She's choking. Quickly, he glancing around them (because you never know if you're alone) and swears under his breath. The flask is thrown to the ground and shakes her shoulder.] Faye? Hey, come on!

[she grabs onto his arm, fingers digging desperately into the cloth of his sleeve, and all she can struggle out is a tiny strangled gasp. She can't breathe. ...She can't breathe!]

[Shit. She's turning blue, this isn't--] Hold on. [What's he going to do, carry her back? They don't have ambulances here, but they aren't too far away. He tries to keep her from falling and fumbles around for the journal in his pocket.]

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ooc: Spike | Faye

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[Times like these, you hate having to rely on more magical bullshit. The voice over the journal is dictated in a tone that's calmer than it should be, but there's an angry undercurrent that's just waiting to challenge whoever is responsible. Has to be someone.]

If anyone knows CPR, or... anything, I don't care. I need you outside the castle. Someone's dying.

ooc^2: So very open! Journal or in person. Lost Room item related... because it's about time. Some girls have all the luck.

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[Spike gives them some space to work. He doesn't have a high success rate in terms of life saving, but he can tell that they're determined not to call it early; it's good to know Faye's still got friends here. Funny how even when he did the right thing and got help in time, they can't figure out how to save her. When someone wants you dead... Spike doesn't say anything else, trying to think back to what happed, if he saw anything--

His eyes catch sunlight flashing on a metal object on the ground, and he reaches down to pick it up. The flask had spilled most of what was in it when he dropped it, but there's a few swallows left. He thinks about finishing it off, but instead just screws the cap back on and stuffs it in his jacket. Could be useful later.]

[well... it isn't Joshua's magic, and it isn't Rory's CPR. As the glow is flickering, and Rory leans away from her to retrieve the breaking mask, something else entirely intervenes. Without warning or explanation, Faye is suddenly moving, gasping for air in her unconsciousness, as if she'd been trying to this entire time and something finally loosens its fingers from around her throat.]

[and Rory turns back to her in surprise at that, having just given Joshua a vague look of unease and confusion (he doesn't know what Kaylee's just done), his eyes going wide]

--Faye?

[he says it quietly, blinking in surprise before his training takes back over and he's leaning back down to put his ear to her chest and mouth to confirm what his eyes are telling him, and taking her wrist to check her pulse. He looks up at the others, surprise still coloring his face]

Faye, it's--Rory. Can you hear me?

[the breathing mask lays forgotten on the ground next to him for the moment]

[As the memories slide into place -little snippets of Faye and Rory attacking the TARDIS and the chaos that came with it- she takes a step back. She might even be set to leave... to tell Spike that she'll just go now, now that they've got things under control... except then her eyes meet Joshua's and take in the red glow and the irritated words that echo her thoughts and she freezes again, unsure of what to do.]

[quiet, nervous Chinese slipping out as she tries to work up the nerve to back away] *Ren-ci de Shang-di, qing dai wo zou

*Merciful God, please take me away...

[ lucky for kaylee, faye's sudden recovery is enough of a distraction for him, and he actually looks at her in surprise. she's actually breathing again, though no doubt in pain. he actually has a smug look on his face as he continues the healing for another few moments, the effect negating any pain she might still experience before he sits back, hands dropping away.

his vision is beginning to blur, gaze unsteady and he's trembling, veins along his skin more than visible. but damn if he doesn't look SMUG ]

Hmph. I knew it would work.

[ even if that wasn't it, how's he to know? ]

[Probably shows what he thinks of this place, because he wasn't expecting it to end well. These things didn't, in his experience, and for once he doesn't even know who he could get revenge against. No one else was around, except...

Spike scowls, so distracted that he doesn't notice what they're doing until he hears Joshua. By the time he turns to see, the light is starting to fade and they're crowded around a breathing Faye.]

... [He stands behind the rest of them, watching. Part of him doesn't want to ask if she's alright, just in case, and the rest of him is too confused to string his thoughts together anyway. He'll never get used to anything being that easy.]

[she brokenly regains consciousness as oxygen once more floods her system, taking in large gulps of air and trying to focus on the nearby faces. There's the unsettling image of Joshua--she vaguely remembers him being there--looking frightening. And there's... Rory?]

Wha--... [she can't get out entire words just yet, but being greeted by Joshua and Rory is not the most comforting way to regain consciousness. Somewhere in the hazy mess of her mind, she can't help but wonder if she'd somehow died and gone wherever demons go]

[ 'tsks' lightly at her ]

Stupid woman. You actually made me...

[ and he barely even gets his insulting out, trailing off as the color drains from his face and he keels over, wings slowly disappearing. whups. overexerted himself to the max! this is why he doesn't heal people, mmkai.

you now have a psycho right where many people would want him. do you throw him at the peace patrol? into a ditch? put him in a dress? or take him to the clinic? WHAT DO, GENTLE CITIZENS? ]

[well, this gentle citizen had just been busy scowling at Joshua with a look that can only be described as saying 'bitch, please' because seriously--he wasn't looking so smug two minutes ago--and Rory thinks he's full of shit anyway. Then his head is swinging back to look at Faye, his eyes brightening and turning relieved--and then there's a thump right next to him as Joshua faceplants into the ground. Rory's mouth presses down into a thin line]

Okay, really--

[but he's a nurse, and that means he treats EVERYONE with the same care and attention, regardless of whatever his personal feelings might be. So, sighing, he looks up at Kaylee and Spike, and says quietly]

Think you can take care of Faye? I think--I think she's going to be just fine. Just needs a bit of rest.

[then he turns back to Joshua, shifting forward on his knees to carefully turn the other man over onto his back. He looks like he'd rather be sticking his hands into a vat of lava, but he does it all the same]

[When Joshua falls, the spell of fear holding her breaks. When Rory looks at the two bystanders, her hands immediately go up, her head shaking insistently] No... No that ain't-

[swallowing, she shoots a look to Spike that's half nervousness, half apology, before backing towards the castle] I should... I need t'let Zoe know what's goin' on.

[because that makes sense... right?

And, without any better explanation than that, she's going to flee back to the safety of the castle. Sorry Spike. Looks like Faye is all yours]

[There are certain things Spike will never understand, and a large part of that is in the realm of people sprouting wings and have magical healing touches. He's more than happy to leave Rory to take care of whatever happened to Joshua, and tries not to wonder what he is. Angel or demon, chances are he wasn't the one behind it.]

--Kaylee. [Spike says her name for reassurance as she turns to leave, but he can't blame her. Even he's disturbed by the whole situation, and that feeling just intensifies once the crisis is over. He's lucky he hides it so well. Figures he should be more relieved...

With a sigh, Spike crouches down next to Faye. Already trying to get a cigarette out of his pocket.] You really know how to cause a scene.

[to say that she's shaken would be quite an understatement. Absolutely nothing makes sense right now. Still catching her breath, she watches dumbly as Joshua just... drops. And then cranes her neck to try to see if he's breathing. But then Rory is moving over to check on him, and-- Spike.

Her expression changes a little when she sees him, less stunned and more present. Freaked out. He's at least a slightly more reassuring sight than Joshua and Rory, anyway. She struggles up onto her elbows, trying to sit up]

What... What the hell happened? [she winces almost immediately. Who knew that fighting so long to breathe would end up hurting like this]

[Rory looks up from where he's arranging Joshua's arms comfortably over his stomach, and checking his breathing, to frown at Kaylee as he makes a break for it. His eyes flicker over to Spike]

What's that about ...?

[and he's shooting Faye a concerned look as she sits up, but says nothing. He's busy asking the castle for a stretcher board and wedging it underneath Joshua's body. He doesn't know much about magic and fairy wings, but he's pretty sure he knows exhaustion when he sees it, and--not knowing the other man is a demon, just thinking him to be a Grade A insufferable douchebag--simply plans on taking Joshua to the clinic, where someone else can deal with him]

[It's good to hear her talking. For someone who was nearly dead a few minutes ago, looks like she's going to bounce right back. Given that she doesn't get attacked again. Spike debates his answer for a while, but since the only theories he has are wildly speculated, he shrugs.]

I was hoping you'd know. You've been here longer than me.

[Not that he's counting on anything. At Rory's question, he glances behind him. Kaylee had seemed pretty freaked out, but that could be any number of things that are partially his fault. He'll check on her later.]

She needed to be somewhere. [Away from this mess. Catching sight of Joshua getting pulled onto a board is enough to distract Spike from turning back to Faye for a minute longer (or maybe that's just a convenient excuse). Joshua looks worse than he thought. Whatever he did, it must have really taken it out of him.] Need help?

[Lois had already gone to prep the clinic, so they should be ready for them. ... He can bet Faye's not going to like that.]

[she doesn't have an answer for Spike, as she manages to prop herself up to sit with her back against the nearby arm of her ship. There isn't anything about talking that seems appealing at the moment. There is a raw ache in everything from her ribs to her throat, and talking about it would mentally walk her through the experience again. So, instead, she opts to wrap her arms around herself and quietly fight off exhaustion and creeping anxiety, absently watching Rory maneuver Joshua onto the stretcher]

[he looks briefly up at Spike as he finishes securing the first strap over Joshua's chest, grateful]

If you don't mind ... it'll take two people to carry him inside. Though ... we'll need someone for Faye too. [he glances up at her then, too] Or else, um--I'll have to have the castle turn these into sleds, and we'll have to pull them. Probably.

No problem. [Spike rolls his arm back, testing it out. Hasn't been that long since he injured it during that whole Isis situation, but he can manage. He doesn't know how they ended up with two people needing to go to the clinic, but they'll deal with it. Hopefully without any more unexpected interruption from the castle... Maybe he should have asked Lois to come after all.

The crisis seems over, though. He turns to Faye, who seems more shell shocked than anything. He'll just give this the old 'let's pretend that didn't just happen' approach.] Faye. Can you walk?

[hey, that approach has worked out pretty well for them so far]

Yeah. [she answers before she has any real idea at all, of course. Getting strapped to a stretcher and hauled anywhere is not something she feels like enduring at the moment. Then she actually attempts it, using the ship at her back to slowly slide to her feet. Well... she can get that far, at least]

[he'd looked up from fastening more straps when Spike had asked Faye if she could walk, but before he could protest, Faye's trying to stand. He's on his feet and at her side an instant]

Whoa, whoa, whoa--!

[and then his hands are on her shoulders trying to both support her and stop her from moving any more. He gives both her and Spike a lightly reproachful look]

Faye, you just--you had a very bad scare just now, okay? I don't think you should be walking.

[Apparently Rory wasn't in on that approach. Maybe that's for the best. Spike isn't the doctor, and he doesn't exactly have the healthiest of lifestyles, so what does he know. It's not like he wants her to get hurt.]

... So we're going with sleds?

[she shrugs him off unsteadily, annoyance twisting her expression. The self-consciousness of the whole thing has her wanting to retreat as quickly as possible, now. For once, attention is not what she wants.]

I'm fine, Rory. ...I don't need some stupid sled.

[he frowns for a moment, looking like he's about to cave, before his jaw sets and his spine straightens]

You just suffered a massive deficit of oxygen. You were unconscious. That is not fine ... you're taking the sled.

[Wow. He's got more backbone than he gave him credit for. And seems like he hasn't had enough arguments with Faye, so Spike is willing to be helpfully quiet to let them work that out. No rush or anything.]

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