The Shape of Spike Drabble Collection 6
Summary: I became enthralled with the idea of describing Spike through the shape that he cast on others and this series of drabbles was the result. I made this a challenge at the Bloody Awful Gutter and several other authors have written drabbles. Only my own are included here but if you wish to read more they can be found at ?modefic&ficid1876
PAIN AND PLATELETS
Summary: Two Shape of Spike drabbles Summary: A couple of niblets.
IT'S KIND TO BE CRUEL
Spike threatens me all the time. Amazingly well thought out threats full of blood and dismemberment, delivered with murderous glares, scary stances and deadly voice.
If Xander threatened me with the intensity that Spike does I would be terrified. Absolutely.
Yet I know Xander wouldn't hurt a fly and Spike has acted out each and every one of his threats on someone one time or another, and will possibly act them out again if he can.
Yet I feel as safe and loved when Spike threatens me as I do when Xander gives me a hug.
What's with that, anyway?
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PAINFUL CONVERSATIONS
I've asked Spike about pain. He's the only one that gives me a considered answer. All the others just give me some fluff about life and carrying on.
We've actually discussed pain quite a bit.
"I've seen you injured in battle and you act as though it's nothing and yet when Buffy hits you in the nose you carry on like a baby."
"It's adrenalin - being too busy too react in battle. And when Buffy punches me in the nose she's trying to communicate. I'm not carrying on, I'm communicating."
Spike can be straightforward, but sometimes he's full of it.
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FOE OR FRIEND
Summary: Two linked drabbles. The first is Post 'Killer In Me.' And then fast forward to Post 'Dirty Girls'.
CHIP AND DIP
Xander was on a roll.
"Hey, Chiphead! Move your fanny off the couch or I'll 'chip' you into little pieces. I'll just keep 'chipping' away..."
He wasn't particularly upset with Spike, just cranky. And hey! If the defanged deadboy was allowed to hang around, Xander might as well make use of him.
Spike's smile was wide enough to engulf Xander's head if he so desired.
"You ever heard the one 'bout knocking the chip off a bloke's shoulder..." setting the tiny piece in place Spike cranked back his fist and let fly, "...or letting the chips fall where they may?"
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OKAY NOW
I think we're okay now.
I mean even before Spike dragged Caleb away, saved my other eye...we were okay. It just isn't something you talk about you know? I mean...
"Hey, Spike, I think I'm okay with you now."
"Yeah mate, right back at ya."
Not so much. It's more in the things we don't say- the glares we don't give each other.
Thinking back, I can see how many times Spike stood in the way of the MOTW and yet I never trusted him with my back.
I'd like to think I have my remaining eye because finally I did.
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POSSESSION
Summary: Sometime during Buffy season 7. Another scene that could have happened.
Sometimes things just work out better than you have a right to expect.
When the Potentials stumbled across the Branebrake that had been possessing people throughout Sunnydale, driving them to suicide then living off their bodies for weeks, it was Kennedy it possessed.
With any other potential there might have been fatal hesitation. As it was, Spike laid to with a will. Still mindful of her human body he let her have two snapkicks and a right cross.
Rona hit her across the back with a discarded 2 x 4 -and that was after Willow had already disintegrated the Branebrake.
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POETIC GENIUS
Summary: Post TCTONC - ATS S5. Fred reflects on poetry and science and the nature of genius.
Fred really liked being a genius. She liked being able to follow a thread and almost instantly see the entire weave.
She didn't mind that she couldn't create the design, just manipulate what was there. She could lay bare the bones and re-flesh it in a 1000 different ways with her science.
But Spike made her wonder. He fit no definition of a genius - she'd known enough to know.
Yet he intuited the answer to Tezcatcatl, known it, felt it without analyzing it and been there before her.
Now she had to wonder if she was missing something after all.
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DEATH AND REMEMBRANCE
Summary: Damage - ATS S5. Dana is more than the sum of her parts - she is the living representative of all the slayers that came before. This was written as prose and afterwards I noticed I fallen into a rhythm because I was thinking of a Greek chorus, so I formatted it as a poem.
I - We have fought him before.
We have fought many monsters,
we have won,
we have lost,
we have died.
Our deaths have taken
a thousand shapes,
some fair,
some foul.
We have fought him,
dark-haired,
fair-haired,
black and white.
We have bested him,
fought him to a draw
and we have died
at his hand.
I fear him and yet
I yearn for him
as we have yearned
for him.
He is the shape
of our death
but his was the best
among deaths.
In a millennium
of meaningless,
empty dying
he gave us death as a warrior.
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DOWN TO MY LAST CIGARETTE
Summary: Anytime Mid BTVS S5. Three drabbles wherein the Summers women muse about Spike. If you don't know where the title came from, get out that Patsy Cline and learn.
JOYCE
Honestly, the poor lamb.
Last night before turning in I saw him leaning against that tree, acting for all the world as if it were a casual thing. His face was impassive; eyes ready to spark a threat if anyone ventured near. In my mind I could hear the argument he had prepared for any passers-by.
"Just stopping to light my cigarette aren't I? Just so happens the tree's a good shelter from the wind. Keeps the match from going out."
I looked out the window this morning and there he is, still.
Poor lamb. He must be so lonely.
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DAWN
Buffy needs to have her head examined. So what's new?
Spike is so totally cool.
He could have any woman he wanted - half the female population in Sunnydale is probably ready to line up at his door if he so much as gives them the nod. Yet, here he is lurking in our yard. I'm surprised he hasn't sprouted roots and been tangled up in that tree, he hangs there so often.
Life isn't fair .I can only dream that he is there for me. It's so obvious that he's into Buffy. And she's oblivious. Doesn't have a frickin' clue.
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BUFFY
What's that creep doing now? Probably hoping I'll need him for something and give him money.
He better not be spying on me...ooh! He's probably trying to spot my weaknesses! Like he was saying about that other slayer. Keeping an eye on me and waiting for his one good day! Chip or no chip - he thinks I'm ready to die, he'll find some way to take me out.
Well, you aren't going to get me buster - take your leather coat and cigarettes and clutter your butts up some other tree.
I suppose Mom'll make ME clean up the cigarette butts.
TBC...