Square Seventeen...
Wesley sighed, leaned against Spike without a fight, all but asleep on his feet. "Leads, hints, half-recorded prophecies. I suspect the manifestations are only the visible result of the disturbance, a symptom rather than an end unto themselves - like sparks caused by repetitive motion over carpet."
"What's that tell us?"
"After last night's patrol, my partner and I drove to Los Angeles. Is there a problem on the site?" Xander squinted at the time display on his cell phone. "Where's Russ?"
"Mr. Fenwick did not have a review scheduled with me at nine this morning, and he did not miss his review."
Xander felt the bang of his own heart through Spike's hand where it lay over his chest. "Review? What? That's not until next year!"
"Today."
"It's blondie bear." Gunn removed his sunglasses, looking Spike's nakedness up and down with amusement. "It's a whole lot of blondie bear. Who ain't no natural blond. What're you doing here?"
"I don't have enough information. Charles - please."
Gunn sighed, rubbed his hand over his scalp and looked from Wesley to Xander to Spike. "I've gotta think about it, man. Listen, Anne's expecting me at the shelter - we could use some extra help Christmas Eve, servin' up food, makin' sure everybody's got a bed or a piece of floor to sleep on. You come down there and help out and I'll let you talk a bit more. Then I'll make up my mind. We got a deal?"
"Andrew organized all of this, actually," Wes said, waving his hand around at the multi-colored twinkle-lights, the tinsel garlands and the gigantic tree that was all but breaking under the weight of the ornaments. "Fortunately, Connor was in charge of the eggnog - refills, anyone?" Four cups were thrust forward and Wes blinked in surprise.
"Just fill the damn thing, Wes," Angel growled.
"Did you find a clue?"
"Man, I got better than a clue."
"What's that?"
"I got a name."
No More Snakes And Ladders Square Seventeen. 8:00 PM EST March 28, 2005
Wesley sighed, leaned against Spike without a fight, all but asleep on his feet. "Leads, hints, half-recorded prophecies. I suspect the manifestations are only the visible result of the disturbance, a symptom rather than an end unto themselves - like sparks caused by repetitive motion over carpet."
"What's that tell us?"
"After last night's patrol, my partner and I drove to Los Angeles. Is there a problem on the site?" Xander squinted at the time display on his cell phone. "Where's Russ?"
"Mr. Fenwick did not have a review scheduled with me at nine this morning, and he did not miss his review."
Xander felt the bang of his own heart through Spike's hand where it lay over his chest. "Review? What? That's not until next year!"
"Today."
"It's blondie bear." Gunn removed his sunglasses, looking Spike's nakedness up and down with amusement. "It's a whole lot of blondie bear. Who ain't no natural blond. What're you doing here?"
"I don't have enough information. Charles - please."
Gunn sighed, rubbed his hand over his scalp and looked from Wesley to Xander to Spike. "I've gotta think about it, man. Listen, Anne's expecting me at the shelter - we could use some extra help Christmas Eve, servin' up food, makin' sure everybody's got a bed or a piece of floor to sleep on. You come down there and help out and I'll let you talk a bit more. Then I'll make up my mind. We got a deal?"
"Andrew organized all of this, actually," Wes said, waving his hand around at the multi-colored twinkle-lights, the tinsel garlands and the gigantic tree that was all but breaking under the weight of the ornaments. "Fortunately, Connor was in charge of the eggnog - refills, anyone?" Four cups were thrust forward and Wes blinked in surprise.
"Just fill the damn thing, Wes," Angel growled.
"Did you find a clue?"
"Man, I got better than a clue."
"What's that?"
"I got a name."
No More Snakes And Ladders Square Seventeen. 8:00 PM EST March 28, 2005
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*waits patiently for next week*
Oh, almost forgot...would it be okay if I friended you?
~Nebula
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Yes, you do. Have to wait. That's why we put out the teaser - so you'll be all jacked up and desperate!
Heeeeee.
*ahem*
Right.
Yes!
Friend me!
I thought you already were?
Hrmmmm.
:)
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*beats you about the head and face*
That was not nice.
*pouts*
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But but...
It gives you something to think about!!
:)
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not so much with the patient waiting until next week, but I wait, with whatever I'm using to fake patience, until then.
Julia, ack! the review!
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*pet pet*
The review!!
*bounce*
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No, no no.
Sorry!
That'd be giving away too much.
:)
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FB from josie_h
So... and just to quote Spike "You. Sodding Teases!" Not that I would have you stop mind...
*Bouncing.... bouncing... grrr! still bloody bouncing...* Can't wait for the next full square :-) Yay...
Oh and BTW .... fantastic prose thank you *so* much
Josie
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*bounces with you*
BWAAAAahahhaa!!
Thank you thank you!
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Calia
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Gunn! Yay!
*bounce*
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*squees!* You've added GUNN! Hee! *bounce* *joins the NMSAL impatiently waiting club*
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Yay!!
Gunn rocks.
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This was just mean-spirited and cruel. First you get us strung out on this damn story, then you cut back to every other week. And just when we've adjusted, you put out your little "teaser trailer".
I really, really hate you.
*glares*
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*ahem*
I mean....
Uh.
Yeah.
:)
Sorry?
*bounce*
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I know!!
All good.
*bounce*
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I can just see Spike padding around the Hyperion (or somewhere), nakked, not caring, and Poor Gunn being put to shame. Heehee.
*counts days* Rats...
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*bounce*
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Oh yeah, and can I friend you too?
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*ahem*
I think you'll like it a lot!
Yes, go right ahead and friend.
:)
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You have!!