I don't own any toons
The girl
Sam's small hands typed as fast as they could. Every once in a while Sam would stop to think. As Sam saved her work and turned of the computer, she twirled around to leave the room. Time for her shower.
Spike walked with his hands behind his head. The message on his phone hadn't said what the toon council had wanted. The only reason Spike had come is because they had saved his life. After the fight with Vicious he had been left to be trash. If a man from the toon council hadn't been around then he would have died. Being in the hospital was a terrible pain. Spike finally reached the big brown doors. As he walked in the council looked at him in anger. His manners hadn't improved. Spike sighed as he put his cigarette down in an ashtray.
"We have a mission for you."
"Can anyone else do it? I'm busy bounty hunting. I'm not rich, you know?"
"You're the only one who can do it?"
"Why is that?"
"This girl daydreams and writes about you."
"Sorry, I don't do love." Spike started to leave when the familiar voice caught him in his tracks.
"You have to, Mr. Spiegel. You owe us. She's in the real world, New Jersey at that. Get her to help us in our problem. " The man handed Spike directions. Spike rolled his eyes, and left to go to the airport. Damn, council. Time went so fast in the real world.
Sam was asleep dreaming about Spike catching a bounty. She had fallen asleep after watching the show. That Spike is such a jerk. Sam blinked her eyes at the light. Spike sat on the bed in front of her. Still dreaming. She didn't hear her mom shouting for her to get up. Sam touched Spike's arm to make sure she was dreaming. She felt him. Solid.
"Get your hand off me!" Spike shouted at her. Stupid people. Sam slapped Spike's arm in reaction. She gritted her teeth as she realized what she just did. Sam gave a weak sorry. Spike covered his head with his hands.
"We need your help. I don't get why. Your only a real bitch." Spike was about to go on when Sam stopped him.
"Hey! Don't curse, and not at me! If you need my help then you have to stop cursing! I hate it!" Sam shouted at him. Spike muttered how he hated the job, and then ignoring her went on.
"Everything that people write has been coming true. I'm tired of deleting your stories. Somehow you have to stop it! No one is home right now, so…just think of a way to stop it! Don't you dare ever make me kiss Faye again!" Spike was clearly mad, and sighed heavily when Sam made a face. She turned away in a stubborn matter, and went to the computer. Spike followed her.
Sam went to test if what he said was true. She turned the computer where Spike couldn't see it, and typed in that Spike fell in love with one person that he wasn't in love with ever. Spike faced Sam, and went to kiss her. As quickly as she could Sam deleted the typing. Spike backed off confused at his own actions. Realizing what Sam had done he got a huge attitude.
"I can't believe you are such a bitch!"
"I said don't curse!"
"Forget this. We can find another mortal for the stupid job." Spike pressed a button, and disappeared. Sam typed in that he came back. With an annoyed look he stood before her.
"Bye." Sam said with a tint of sadness in her voice. Spike sighed, and pressed the button. Sam looked at where he had been moments ago. The thought of him wouldn't trail off.
The girl
Sam's small hands typed as fast as they could. Every once in a while Sam would stop to think. As Sam saved her work and turned of the computer, she twirled around to leave the room. Time for her shower.
Spike walked with his hands behind his head. The message on his phone hadn't said what the toon council had wanted. The only reason Spike had come is because they had saved his life. After the fight with Vicious he had been left to be trash. If a man from the toon council hadn't been around then he would have died. Being in the hospital was a terrible pain. Spike finally reached the big brown doors. As he walked in the council looked at him in anger. His manners hadn't improved. Spike sighed as he put his cigarette down in an ashtray.
"We have a mission for you."
"Can anyone else do it? I'm busy bounty hunting. I'm not rich, you know?"
"You're the only one who can do it?"
"Why is that?"
"This girl daydreams and writes about you."
"Sorry, I don't do love." Spike started to leave when the familiar voice caught him in his tracks.
"You have to, Mr. Spiegel. You owe us. She's in the real world, New Jersey at that. Get her to help us in our problem. " The man handed Spike directions. Spike rolled his eyes, and left to go to the airport. Damn, council. Time went so fast in the real world.
Sam was asleep dreaming about Spike catching a bounty. She had fallen asleep after watching the show. That Spike is such a jerk. Sam blinked her eyes at the light. Spike sat on the bed in front of her. Still dreaming. She didn't hear her mom shouting for her to get up. Sam touched Spike's arm to make sure she was dreaming. She felt him. Solid.
"Get your hand off me!" Spike shouted at her. Stupid people. Sam slapped Spike's arm in reaction. She gritted her teeth as she realized what she just did. Sam gave a weak sorry. Spike covered his head with his hands.
"We need your help. I don't get why. Your only a real bitch." Spike was about to go on when Sam stopped him.
"Hey! Don't curse, and not at me! If you need my help then you have to stop cursing! I hate it!" Sam shouted at him. Spike muttered how he hated the job, and then ignoring her went on.
"Everything that people write has been coming true. I'm tired of deleting your stories. Somehow you have to stop it! No one is home right now, so…just think of a way to stop it! Don't you dare ever make me kiss Faye again!" Spike was clearly mad, and sighed heavily when Sam made a face. She turned away in a stubborn matter, and went to the computer. Spike followed her.
Sam went to test if what he said was true. She turned the computer where Spike couldn't see it, and typed in that Spike fell in love with one person that he wasn't in love with ever. Spike faced Sam, and went to kiss her. As quickly as she could Sam deleted the typing. Spike backed off confused at his own actions. Realizing what Sam had done he got a huge attitude.
"I can't believe you are such a bitch!"
"I said don't curse!"
"Forget this. We can find another mortal for the stupid job." Spike pressed a button, and disappeared. Sam typed in that he came back. With an annoyed look he stood before her.
"Bye." Sam said with a tint of sadness in her voice. Spike sighed, and pressed the button. Sam looked at where he had been moments ago. The thought of him wouldn't trail off.