post NFA.
Set in Boston'verse.
01.
If Dawn had ever thought that catching a plane was in any way more peaceful than being driven across the country by someone for whom speed bumps were still shiny new things to be ignored, she'd been wrong.
"No."
Spike's fingers stopped at his seatbelt. He nodded towards the lavatory. "I just need to…"
"You're dead. You don't 'need' anything."
The flight attendant passed by them again. The very blond, very petite, very green-eyed flight attendant. Take away some chest and she'd be a perfect look-alike.
"Wrong." Spike's eyes were riveted to the… most salient differences. "I do need that."
12 more.
01.
If Dawn had ever thought that catching a plane was in any way more peaceful than being driven across the country by someone for whom speed bumps were still shiny new things to be ignored, she'd been wrong.
"No."
Spike's fingers stopped at his seatbelt. He nodded towards the lavatory. "I just need to…"
"You're dead. You don't 'need' anything."
The flight attendant passed by them again. The very blond, very petite, very green-eyed flight attendant. Take away some chest and she'd be a perfect look-alike.
"Wrong." Spike's eyes were riveted to the… most salient differences. "I do need that."
12 more.