[Spike is sick of being in the infirmary. He's not really feeling healthy by any definition of the word, but he didn't get where he is today by letting things like that get in his way.]

Right. Checking myself out, doc!

[He doesn't wait for an answer before swinging his legs out of the bed. He gets hit by a wave of dizziness, but he puts a hand on ( Read more... )

[Spike knows it's a flood, and he's not particularly happy about it. Still, so far he doesn't seem to be affected, as far as he can tell. He's sitting on his bed, smoking, and not looking at the camera, though he knows it's on.]A flood again? That's bloody brilliant, mates ( Read more... )

[Spike is full-sized again and very glad to be able abuse his favorite substances without needing an ID he didn't have. And be big enough that half a glass doesn't make him tipsy. Still, the port did teach him some things about his inmate, and it's time to get more active in his wardening.]

[Warden Filter]How do I get my inmate a job? Does anyone ( Read more... )

Day 1 - Your Best Friend
Verse: Canon post-ATF
undoing

Dear Angel,

We've known each other a bloody long time, haven't we? Been through Sunnydale and Hell, and fought nearly to the death a bunch of times. You've stolen women from me, I beat you to the Cup of Mountain Dew, and… I don't know. Sometimes I still want to stake you and be done with it, but ( Read more... )