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[gottaknockhard.livejournal.com]

[Jet used to say life goes in cycles, but to Spike, here it's more like a spiral. Lose everything you never really had until you're left with the nothing you started with -- all those ways of thinking that make you a productive member of society. Just wait around for the next suicide mission to pop up and spend the meantime catching up on some sleep. As it happened, Brock's cabin was conveniently left up for grabs, and Spike found his nice little getaway to not give a damn in.

After briefly getting cheered up by the mischief of the 'new gang' in town, he returns with a case of beer to the only place that has nothing but solitude to offer. Sure, it could still use a big TV and a fridge full of food, maybe a decent fan to get some of that musk out of there, but he isn't in the mood to be picky.

It's only after he makes himself comfortable on the couch that he hears something off to the side... Movement catches his eye, and he automatically draws his gun. In the shuffling that follows, the journal falls out of nowhere and opens just in time to pick up a screeching animal and the hollow sound of empty cans scattering to the ground from a nearby pile.]

Hey! [Gunshots fire, but from his shouting, it sounds like he only succeeded in scaring something away.] Sonofabitch... Raccoons now.

[So he'll admit to some drawbacks in this brilliant plan. Maybe the castle is trying to make a point with that journal he sees on the ground and reluctantly reaches for. Everything's always got to be complicated.] Might have had better luck with a tent. Can you wish up bear traps, or is that against the rules?

[Good job checking in, Spike.]

Comments

[luckyvalentine.livejournal.com]

I'll be fine, unless someone did something to it.

[gottaknockhard.livejournal.com]

[See what he gets for being nice and pointing out her sickness?]

Yeah, you'll always have that excuse.

[luckyvalentine.livejournal.com]

[you have the worst ways of 'being nice,' Spike.

She's going to ignore him and focus on flying for a couple minutes... because crashing right now would be really embarrassing, and she kind of swerves and dips in the air every time she sneezes]

[gottaknockhard.livejournal.com]

[If he didn't make it subtle, she wouldn't believe him.

He wasn't totally kidding about her crashing though. He'll keep listening for a while just to see. (It gets boring in cabins okay)]

[luckyvalentine.livejournal.com]

[--oh hey, sooner or later, that engine sound seems to be echoed outside.

You have a visitor approaching.]

[gottaknockhard.livejournal.com]

[Whiiich he's pretending he doesn't hear. Clearly she has the wrong cabin.]

[luckyvalentine.livejournal.com]

[yeah, there are so many cabins out here, there really is no way to tell if she has the right one. Guess she'll just have to park and find out.

Which she does.

Touching down dramatically right outside the cabin. ...And, give her a sec. She needs to blow her nose before she opens the hatch.]

[gottaknockhard.livejournal.com]

[Yep, this is the perfect time for a nap. Turning over on the couch now so he can be extra annoyed if she comes banging on his door and wakes him up.

Soon it'll occur to him that he probably should have locked it.]

[luckyvalentine.livejournal.com]

[boy, you sure fall asleep fast, Spike.

And sure enough she comes knocking--loudly]

[gottaknockhard.livejournal.com]

[It's his special talent. Sleeping so deeply, he doesn't even turn his head at that banging on the door.

... Yeah, right. Like he's going to invite the plague into his house.]

[luckyvalentine.livejournal.com]

[oh hey, look at that, the door is open. Here comes the plague]

--Nice try, Spike. I was just talking to you. [throwing her box of kleenex at his back]

[gottaknockhard.livejournal.com]

[Oh, dammit...

He's reluctant to open his eyes until the kleenex box hits him. Then he's just disproportionately indignant.]

Don't touch anything.

[luckyvalentine.livejournal.com]

[she kicks some of the empty cans to emphasize her point. Can you tell she's trying to make as much noise as possible? She knows how much you love that]

Oh, I wouldn't want to get any germs in this lovely place.

[gottaknockhard.livejournal.com]

[Seriously, what does everyone have against his can pile?]

Glad you like it. [He closes his eyes again, like he's still going to try and nap through all the noise. Maybe she'll get the hint.]

[luckyvalentine.livejournal.com]

[just glaring at him for a minute, like she's waiting to see if he really is going to continue to try and ignore her.

Surprise, surprise, it pisses her off even more.]

Get up, Spike.

[gottaknockhard.livejournal.com]

[Does he come bother you when you're napping? But whatever, he'll squint back at her.]

Just spit it out Faye. I don't have time to beat around the bush with you.

[luckyvalentine.livejournal.com]

Yeah, you really look busy.

[another somewhat expectant pause]

...You're really not going to say anything?

[gottaknockhard.livejournal.com]

[Busy not getting sick, yeah.]

About what?

[luckyvalentine.livejournal.com]

Take a guess.

[gottaknockhard.livejournal.com]

Because that went so well the last time.

[luckyvalentine.livejournal.com]

Yeah, you should have learned.

Don't play dumb.

[gottaknockhard.livejournal.com]

You do know I'm not one of your mind reading demon friends, right?

[luckyvalentine.livejournal.com]

[she lets down some of the bravado and breathes a very pointed sigh. A little serious, a little disappointed]

I know she's here, Spike. I talked to her.

I don't know what your problem is, but stop pretending like you didn't notice.

[gottaknockhard.livejournal.com]

... [He very carefully sits up, giving her an uncomprehending stare. 'Her'...]

I didn't.

[luckyvalentine.livejournal.com]

[...that is a very convincing look. but...]

Yeah right.