After sparring with Faye, Harley decides to take a short cut through the Nexus. Of course seeing the familiar fog again is like a lure, a memory haunted. And she soon finds herself in the depth of it.
Spike was on one of his traditional rambles through the Nexus when he spotted the insidious fog, or rather, the insidious fog crept up on him quite suddenly. He felt immediately uneasy, and for some unexplainable reason, intensely worried about Harley. He felt with certainty that she was inside the fog, and that he had to find her.
So without hesitation he plunged inside, wandering about in no particular direction until he caught the hint of a familiar scent. He followed it, almost at a jog now, until in the far distance (although this was subjective, distance became somehow difficult to judge in the all-ecompassing fog) he thought he saw Harley. "Harley!" He called, as loud as he could muster, his jog turning into a full-out sprint as he pursued her.
A voice echoed through the fog, and for a second Harley thought her mind was playing tricks on her. But then she turned and saw him. Her Spike. Coming towards her through the fog. She was so glad that it was not her imagination and rushed into his arms.
Spike hugged her tightly. "You come here often?" He asked, with a bit of a shaky laugh. This place gave him all kinds of bad vibes, and he was trying to dispel vague feelings of unease in the pit of his stomach.
Then he leaned back slightly to look at her properly, and saw the various cuts and bruises. "Bloody Hell, what the- what happened, love?"
He looked around, nothing but fog in every direction. "Bugger. Bugger bugger bugger." After a moment he had a sort-of idea. "Let's go back the way I came. The air here smells bad. I'll be able to tell when the air smells better if we're close to getting out, and I'll be able to follow it."
He just decided to bite his tongue on the Faye issue, there was no sense lecturing Harley, and he just wanted to get out of this god-forsaken fog. There would be time to talk about it later.
"I know. I hope- I hope you don't start having those nightmares again. I hope I don't... let's just get out of here. I'll protect you." He squeezes her hand in return, turning to face the way he had come. "Guess we're going this way then."
"I... really hope not. One of us tossing in a bed was bad enough." He was trying to make light of the situation again, but inside he was very worried. He wasn't sure if this was the right way either, but they had to pick a direction, and one seemed as good as another.
He stepped forward and started walking, putting an arm around Harley's waist protectively. He kept his senses alert, not just for any danger, but to detect any subtle changes in the air quality. So far he was getting nothing.
Harley does not say much, she is sort of scared of how nightmares would affect Spike. He had a lot more of a dark past than she had. And if she had nightmares at the same time... she is not sure she could help him.
"Nothing yet, sorry." He replied, distractedly, as he tried to concentrate on seeing a change in the light, or catching a scent or something- anything, that could be an indication of a way out.
"That's OK, love. I'm glad I did." Just now he caught a scent, but it wasn't what he was hoping for. It was slightly sweet, cloying and sickly. He didn't know what it was, but he steered Harley firmly in the opposite direction. Deeply deeply unsettled.
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So without hesitation he plunged inside, wandering about in no particular direction until he caught the hint of a familiar scent. He followed it, almost at a jog now, until in the far distance (although this was subjective, distance became somehow difficult to judge in the all-ecompassing fog) he thought he saw Harley. "Harley!" He called, as loud as he could muster, his jog turning into a full-out sprint as he pursued her.
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This close he could see her injuries.
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Then he leaned back slightly to look at her properly, and saw the various cuts and bruises. "Bloody Hell, what the- what happened, love?"
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"Oh this. It is nothing. I was helping Faye."
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"Helping her what? Fight a pack of tigers? Jesus..." He reached a hand up to stroke her jaw, frowning deeply.
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"Helping her release some of her pent-up frustration. I told her too."
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He just decided to bite his tongue on the Faye issue, there was no sense lecturing Harley, and he just wanted to get out of this god-forsaken fog. There would be time to talk about it later.
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He stepped forward and started walking, putting an arm around Harley's waist protectively. He kept his senses alert, not just for any danger, but to detect any subtle changes in the air quality. So far he was getting nothing.
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"Anything yet?"
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"Thank you. For finding me."
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