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Update on life...and Neverland!

Wednesday, August 16th, 2006 11:02 am

Hullo, lovely flist! And assorted, random folk, whoever you may be. Wheee!! Right now, I am internally bouncing all over like a weasel on speed. Externally, i'm sipping cold water and feeling sorry for myself but *internally*...wheeeeeeeeeeeee!!!

The visit with

sweptawaybayou was cancelled, alack and alas, because her household was struck down with illness. And so was *i*, blah. Day and a half on the couch with fever and whatnot, so not fun. Doing better now, though.

The biggest *wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee* however is that i'm coming to you live from my new computer! The old was...well, last time we did a disc de-frag, in the hopes of making it work a little better, it was close to fifty percent unrecoverable, bad sectors. And it was taking almost a half-hour to reboot. And it was randomly shutting off. And i could go and do the dishes in the time it was taking for the browser to open. So. New computer! I'm all *zooooooooooooooooooooom!!* :) Plus, spiffy flat LCD monitor, so teh bomb.

So that's why i haven't been around as much. Hopefully in the next day or so i'll catch up on everything and go through my backlog of bookmarks and whatnot. If you put something out there you know i should have read, link me! I don't wanna miss stuff! :)

And now, time for some more Neverland. It's a short chapter, i know. I haven't been able to write for a couple weeks, since Word was as fuxored as everything else, and i'm afraid i'll run out of stuff to post too fast if i post my usual big chapters. So - bear with me!

*hugs you all*
Chapter One is here.

He only got a block and half before Peter and Tink caught up with him. Peter dove down at him from the top of a tall oak, Tink riding his shoulder.

"Where are you going? We have to fly! Second on the right -"

"'Straight on 'til morning', yes, I know." Spike took a hard drag off his cigarette and flicked the butt away, trying to walk around Peter, who was hovering obstinately in front of him. "Look, you're not a figment, that's - that's bloody strange, but I'm not going to Neverland." Spike dodged left but Peter dodged with him and he stopped, exasperated.

"But you have to," Peter said, a tiny warning tremble in his voice that either precluded blubbing or hysterics and Spike really didn't want to deal with either.

"I don't have to do anything -"

"The pirates are getting too strong! They win almost every time and I've had to get new lost boys so many times they don't even remember who I am!" Peter's feet sank lower and lower until he was standing on the sidewalk, looking dejected and a little bewildered. "And Wendy doesn't - I mean, it seems like -" Peter shook his head hard, as if to dislodge bad thoughts. Tink was tinkling at him, his mauve light staining the tatters Peter wore with a bloody hue. Suddenly Peter smiled and shot straight up into the air. Spike took his opportunity and started walking again, fast.

"That's right! Oh, capital, Tink! I knew you'd think of something." Peter did a loop-the-loop and floated down to Spike, keeping pace easily with him. "Tink and me, we listened at the window when that old man and the ladies were talking about you. I wanted that golden-haired lady for a mother but Tink said she was too old." Tink landed carefully on Spike's shoulder and Spike heaved a long-suffering sigh and got out another cigarette.

*Maybe I can poison the little sod - give him a smoke... And if I head toward a cemetery there's bound to be something wants to eat this Pan.* "That golden-haired lady could turn you inside out with a look. They're all witches. Matter of fact - go hide and leap out at them, they'd love that." Spike lit up and inhaled - turned his head and blew a lungful of smoke over Tink. Tink inhaled and his eyes went wide and he slithered helplessly off Spike's shoulder, coughing.

Feeling a little better, Spike strode on.

"Tink? You're not poisoned, don't be silly! It's only a little smoke like the redskin's peace-pipe!" Peter's voice faded as Spike got further away and he felt in his coat again, finding his flask. He shook it - nearly full, thank Christ. He took a long drink and considered his options.

*First thing - get over to the house on Crawford and get my car.* Spike had parked it inside, right through the big French doors and over near the fireplace. Probably it was untouched and he had a good bit of dosh stashed under the spare tire - more than enough to get him the hell out of California. But not back to Dru. No. He was done with that mess for a while. Let her sulk and date outside her species - he'd find himself a nice bit of something and take a tour of the north. He hadn't been to New York or Boston in years and a cross-country trip sounded...

*Sounds bloody daft. You'll be dust in a week if you don't get that bloody chip out first. Or turned off.* Spike felt the wad of paper in his pocket, frowning. He'd have to sit down and translate the damn things. There was a good library in San Francisco whose former head librarian was now a vampire; after hours hours and good underground access. "San Francisco it is, then," he said aloud, and pulled up short when the tip of a dagger sliced through the air in front of him, narrowly missing his throat.

"Fucking hell!"

"I told you we had to fly. You're coming to Neverland with me!" Peter looked furious, hovering in the air just above Spike. He looked more than furious - he looked at the fine, frayed edge of control, his eyes black as pits and his whole, slender body shaking in its ragged tunic and breeches. For some reason, it gave Spike a distinct feeling of being at the calm center of a madly swirling storm. A center that was about to move on.

"Look, mate - Peter -"

"I know what they did to you. I heard that old man talking. They said you can't bite anymore and what good's a vampire that can't bite?" Peter's mouth had a malicious little twist to it and Spike felt his own mouth snarling open - let the change happen because damned if he was going to take shite from a fucking child's fairy tale.

"Right. So I'm no use to you against pirates or anything else. I'm going to San Francisco to get this bloody chip out and there's sod all you can do about it."

"Oh, there's something," Peter said, and his gaze flickered upward. Before Spike could turn, a fine drift of gold-colored dust showered over him. He sneezed. And his feet came off the ground.

*What in the name of -* "What in hell did you do, you little bastard!" Spike shouted, clawing at the air. Nothing much happened except that he listed a little sideways and drifted higher, right into the lower branches of a mimosa tree. The feathery pink blooms waved gently around him as he pushed at them, trying to force himself back down.

"Tink just blew some fairy dust over you is all. Now you can fly, and you're coming with me. Tink says the magic here won’t work there." And then Peter flew up, around, down - and a solid length of wood connected with Spike's jaw. "That's got it," Peter said, and then everything dissolved to static and a red-gold haze.

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