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[greatestmonster]

Who: Ashley Corman, metacrisis of Lucy and the Master
Fandom: Doctor Who
Type: AU Original
Notes: Because Ash is the closest I have to a female muse, dammit, and I want to play one right now for some reason. This version of Ash lived in Japan briefly, before the UK discovered him and demanded he be turned over to UNIT. t_eyla and I's human!Doctor and human

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[firstofhiskind]

Spike has been wandering around the Embassy for a while. He had a drink in a bar a couple of levels below, beat a sleazy-looking guy in a leather jacket at pool, hit on a group of girls and got turned down, got hit on by a blue-skinned woman with antennae and turned her down, and is now looking for further entertainment. When he catches a glimpse through a half-open door and spots a blond man dressed all in white, he decides he's found it.

He slumps against the door frame and nudges the door open a bit further. "Hey Ash. How's it going?" Spike wanders into the room and flops down in one of the barber's chairs, dangling one leg over the armrest and looking around. "Found a new occupation?"

[greatestmonster]

"Spike."

The syllable contains the verbal equivalent of the eyeroll he shares with the wall he's facing. He doesn't bother to turn to look at the Time Lord. Now that you've found him, he doesn't think you're going to go away any time soon-he'll have plenty of time to turn around to eyeroll directly at you.

[firstofhiskind]

"The one and only." Spike spreads his arms in a here-I-am gesture and tips his head back over the chair's armrest to look at Ash while he uses his left foot to make the chair spin around very slowly.

"Haven't seen you in a while. You're a hairdresser now? That's convenient." He gives Ash an upside-down grin. "You can brush up my bleach job. I was going to have it get done soon anyway."

[greatestmonster]

Ash wraps a length of red cloth back around the set of bloodletting tools he'd been examining when Spike entered, and stuffs them in a blazer pocket before turning to give Spike a long 'god save me from your cleverness, you're so witty' look and leaving the room.

He doesn't exactly leave in a huff. It's more an irritation.

[firstofhiskind]

When Ash turns around and leaves, Spike's face falls and his upside-down grin turns into an upside-down frown. "What?"

Ash doesn't stop, and Spike pushes himself off the chair, springing to his feet and following. He grabs Ash's shoulder and turns him around, none-too-gently. "What, Ash?"

He didn't do anything. He was just saying hi. Why are you being a diva?

[greatestmonster]

When Spike grabs his shoulder and spins him around, he immediately pulls back, with an offended-cat touchiness. No, you don't get to put your hands on him right now. He objects, sir.

"I'm on break. Multiverse, Embassy? A place to get away from it all?"

Including you, possessive Time Lord.

[firstofhiskind]

Ash pulls back, and Spike lets him go, pushing him away and baring his teeth--an old habit that's hard to break. He narrows his eyes in response to Ash's words--anger to cover up the quick stab of hurt Ash's rejection caused.

"I'm so sorry to have bothered you on your break," he says, voice sharp with sarcasm. "I'll just go back to the TARDIS, then, shall I, and wait until you deign to allow me to fulfill your every wish."

And he'll be flouncing off, his coat swishing. He has no intention of going back to the TARDIS, of course. He's considering trying to find the woman with the antennae again. She, at least, seemed to appreciate his company.

[greatestmonster]

Ash crosses his arms, smug, as he watches Spike swish away down the hall. He likes to assert his distance from the other man, now and then-he can't seem too comfortable with the Time Lord's ownership, after all.

Mm. Now what? He frowns and looks back at the room he's just left. He could go back in and play with the sharp objects. Or he could find something self-indulgent to do while he savors his success in irritating Spike.

Self-indulgence it is. There has to be a spa somewhere in this place. Maybe he'll get his nails done. Red, he thinks.

He heads off down the hall, humming. You shall drip rubies, you'll soon drip precious rubies . . .