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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![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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.
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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I wondered where you were! I am struck don at this moment with something resembling the flu that is doing nothing but annoy me. And my secretary refuses to bring me any work to do at home.
So I wrote! Only two drabbles, and I'm not sure how good they are, but I wrote!!
Red and Pain
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And you gift us with another chapter! Cool!!
*cackles* blowing smoke at Tink. Oh gods! Spike flying! *laughs* Spike being pulled through the air out cold! *howls*
*bounces* Welcome back!
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I have no idea where you're going (aside from Neverland) with this but I know I'll be enjoying the ride though I now have that Disney song "We Can Fly" circling through my brain *g*
Shakatany
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Ah, must go read...:)
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:)
Thank you! Thank you!
*your icon just makes me happy *every time i see it*!! Every time!*
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Wheeeee! Gotcha! Brain worm!
:)
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Well that was fun, I really think Spike might have met his match in Peter and he is so not going to be happy when he comes too in Neverland.
And you made Spike fly - oh yes, and he thought only that git Dracula got to do that!!
Bounces and eagerly awaits developments!
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There's this parenting truism that anytime you get in a struggle of will with a child, you've lost. Looks as if that goes double for Peter Pan.
Julia, HEE!
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Then you must see it again. *snerks*
'specially 'cause I felt bad by not saying that I'm sorry you and sweptaway got ill. bleah
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Marie
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Don't we all!
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Pan is a bit...overwhelming. And stubborn. After all, he *did* freeze himself in time...
*la*
Thanks!
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He can fly!!
*couldn't help it*
:)
Thank you, bay-bee!
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You roxor. :)
Yeah, well, I'm better, Snow's kid is better...all is well!
Thanks, bay-bee.
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Could I interest you in the "Oompa-Loompa" song? here, I'll start you out: Oompa loompa doopity doo....
grrrrr........
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Boo for the sickies!
Yay for more of....whatever the hell this is, heh. Love the scene of Spike blowing smoke over Tink.
And I really like this:
Tink was tinkling at him, his mauve light staining the tatters Peter wore with a bloody hue.
That's really kinda...creepy, and sets the tone of this rather nicely.
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Damn but Peter Pan just got the drop on William the Bloody! Angel would howl if he heard about that, 'n I don't think Buffy would ever let him live it down, LOL. Poor Spike...outfoxed by a kid and a fairy..He's gonne be sooo pissed off when he wakes up, hahahahaha.
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i love this, Spike voice is right on for season 4, and smoking that Tink out - priceless...
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Thank you!
:)
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:)
Thanks!
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It's a warped xover in which dig myself a huge, huge hole!
YAY!
:)
Thank you so much!
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:)
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New computer! yay! Now you can watch stuff on your own computer and not have to borrow Cat's. *g*
Ooh, Spike, you really shouldn't piss off the Pan, he can be skeery! And now I want Tink to get his revenge for the smoke - you know he will!
I hope Peter and/or Tink can fix that chip for good. But then, I know you hates it as much as I does, so it's just a matter of hurrying up and waiting, innit? *g*