a year has passed...
A glooming peace this morning with it brings;
The sun, for sorrow, will not show his head:
Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things;
Some shall be pardon'd, and some punished:
For never was a story of more woe
Than this of Juliet and her Romeo
yesterday, today, tomorrow
Title: Coming Home
Pairing: S/X mentioned
Spoilers: End of BtVS and beginning of 5th season AtS
Disclaimer: don't own anything and make no money
Warnings: angst (additional warning resulting in spoilers here)
Summary: Takes place during 5th season AtS, but not in LA. On the day before Christmas Eve, Spike remembers.
Feedback: Yes, please! (It's only the third piece I've ever written, so please be gentle with me ;-)
Note #1: Many thanks to the lovely ladies Cas ( virtualpersonal), spankspike and Lazuli for the quick beta and all the encouragement a newbie could want. All mistakes you can find come from too much tweaking and are mine alone.
Note #2: I desperately wanted to write a fluffy piece for Christmas, but my fingers disagreed…
Note #3: my layout is optimised for 1920x1200 resolution; everyone who has problems reading it, please add ?style=mine at the end of the url. Thank you.
This ficlet is dedicated to a bunch of people on my flist (you know who you are! *hugs*)
( Coming Home )
for my beloved Andy
It was loud in the bar and the lingering traces of smoke in the air reminded Spike of his fingers itching for a cigarette. Since smokers were banned from all public places in England a few weeks ago, he’d have to wait though, or find a secluded place first. Still having the damn chip, he wasn’t likely to risk a bouncer throwing him out, especially when his rumbling belly reminded him of his hunger.