Written for: writerconuk’s Bannergrab Challenge for sevendeadlyfun’s banner.
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Characters: Spike, Angel - check
Rating: Any - PG for language
Season: AtS S5 or post-NFA – Immediately Post NFA,
Can Have: angst, AI Team, Spike/Angel bickering - one large helping of bicker coming up
Can't Have: Buffy angst, character death, torture –I wouldn't call it angst exactly
Word count: 1750
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Setting Post LMPTM (pre-series)
Characters Drusilla, Spike.
Written for: open_on_sunday's prompt Birthday
Not one of my best efforts but the blond pest has gone AWAL again.
ETA It's better now, thanks to bit of beta work by speakr2customrs
“What’s wrong, pretty William?”
“Nothing. It’s… nothing.” He rolled away from her and swung his legs over the edge of the bed.
“Come back to bed.”
“I can’t. Not here.” He bundled Drusilla’s clothes into her outstretched arms. “We’re leaving.”
They dressed in silence. William, with his back to her, stared blankly at the brass bedstead.
Drusilla reached out towards him. “Mummy will kiss it better.”
“Stop treating me like a child. You’re not my mother. Mother once gave birth to me in this room.”
He left the bedroom and gazed down the staircase. “Down there. I killed her. Twice.”
Given the mass exodus to journal sites with other names, but similar rules of engagement, as 'backup', I offer this for the prompt at open_on_sunday.
What's in a name
"You're not even trying, Spike."
"Told you - it's poofy."
"It is not poofy. How many times… Oh for goodness sake. Just do your best. You're our last hope."
"Really?" Spike threw out his chest. "So what Wes said about 'scraping the barrel with me was…"
Spike squared his shoulders and faced the enemy, his hand gripping the polished wood.
Angel closed his eyes against the sight of the missile curving through the air.
"Strike three. You're out!" cried Fred hugging Willow.
"Told you Rounders was a girly game. Bloke doesn't stand a chance against 'em," grumbled Spike.
Title: Soul Searching - The Epilogue.
Rating: PG 13
Summary: In which we learn what happens next - to Fred, Illyria and Wesley; Drogyn; Lorne; Angel and Connor; Buffy and Willow; and last, but by no means least, Spike.
My thanks, as ever, to my betas bogwitch and myfeetshowit
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That's all folks! Thanks for reading.
Title: Chapter 18: Part Two I could a tale unfold whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul
Rating PG 13 Warning for readers of a delicate disposition - graphic violence ahead.
Summary: Spike summed up the plan so eloquently, I thought I’d let him remind us. “You mean do we know what all that mumbo jumbo about numbers and kabbals, dark matter and mathematical transfiguration formulae means?” Spike shook his head. "Not a jot." He picked up a sword and strode to the position marked as his on Willow's diagram. "Does it matter?"
Author's Note I've divided this final chapter into two parts as it is otherwise overly long. My thanks, as ever, to my betas bogwtich and myfeetshowit, without whom the sequel to Family: Blood Calls to Blood would never have been finished. It forms the second part of the L.A. Times Series which has just been nominated in the SDFA awards in the Angelic, Best Series and Endurance categories.
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TitlePart One “Things won are done; joy's soul lies in the doing.
Rating PG 13
Summary In the lull before the storm, our heroes work on the details of the battle plan.
Author's Note I've divided this final chapter into two parts as it is otherwise overly long. My thanks, as ever, to my betas bogwtich and myfeetshowit, without whom the sequel to Family: Blood Calls to Blood would never have been finished. It forms the second part of the L.A. Times Series which has just been nominated in the SDFA awards in the Best Series and Endurance categories.
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Title: Chapter 17 - Noble souls, through dust and heat, rise from disaster and defeat.
Summary Now that they have the Stone of Time and Drogyn on their side, what will our heroes do next?
Acknowledgments My thanks, as always, to my two wonderful, and totally different, betas bogwitch and myfeetshowit.
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Previously on Soul Searching
It's been a long time a-comin' and for that I apologise. I'm writing the final chapter (18) at the moment and decided now would be a good time to start posting the previous two.
Title: Chapter 16 - On my soul, I'll speak but truth.
Acknowledgements My thanks, as always, to my two wonderful, and totally different, betas bogwitch and myfeetshowit.
Summary: Spike has sacrificed his memories of loving Buffy for the chance of finding Fred's soul. The newly corporealised Wolfram and Hart/The First combination inhabiting Hamilton's corpse, recruited Drusilla to take Angel's Shanshu from him by turning Connor into a vampire. Spike, Angel and Buffy teamed up to save Connor and Spike made sure Drusilla would no longer be a threat to anyone by killing her. Meanwhile, a resurrected Wesley is working with Willow on finding a weapon to destroy the invincible Wolfgang Hartram, a method of crossing between time lines and other dimensions, and a way of contacting Drogyn.
The team has regrouped and when last we saw, were on their way to the Natural History Museum in search of the Stone of Time.
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Previously on Soul Searching
Whinging to bogwitch over lunch last week, I complained that I'd never won an award from a 'judged' award site, only at one where readers can vote. Then hot on the heels of the nomination for Dancing the Night Away, this
I wish you all a magical Twelfth Night - I intend to raise a glass or two (or three, or more) of champagne to celebrate the fact that lillianmorgan is slowly making her way back to LJ land and
A look at Fred's last Christmas with the gang in Twelve Days by Cass, the Devil, and the Witch calove, hesadevil and bogwitch
And from me, a final Christmas gift for those who missed it earlier.
Written for writerconuk's Winter Solstice challenge.
Prompt: The longest night.
Setting Post 'Not Fade Away
Dedicated to jamalov29 and all the Spuffyists on my Flist. Couldn't have written this without you all.
Special thanks to fredsmith518 for her beta work, and elemmire for help with all things Italian.
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