Some people have all the luck...
Who: Faye and Vicious
What: Running into an old friend...
When: Friday the 13th
Where: Room 705
Rating: R to be safe?
On her way up the stairs, she told herself that she was going to end up heading there anyway.
She had been looking for Spike before, but not in that way that involved picking a destination and going there to search, or consciously choosing to hunt him down. She had been looking in that way that involved the corners of the eyes, quietly checking the usual haunts and casual shadows where Spike tended to appear, as she carried on with her own business. However, when a solid week passed without him wandering into her periphery and bothering her, she finally made the decision to go look for him.
But, as she'd just told herself, she was already going to go to his room eventually, so it could only barely be considered 'looking for.' She had a break-in to investigate, after all. The fact that she hadn't seen him anywhere lately, and that something about their last conversations nagged wordlessly and continuously in the back of her head, didn't really play into it at all. She just might as well take a look to see if he was there while she was searching for evidence of an intrusion. If you thought about it, it was really a matter of convenience-- and she would tell Spike this fact if she happened to find him there, just in case he was going to do something obnoxious like accuse her of being worried.
...As she came up to his door, however, she had the feeling that she wasn't going to find him there. From the way the door wasn't quite settled shut in its frame, she could tell that someone had forced it open... and this didn't exactly fit with the story he'd given her.
Her hand hovered before settling on the doorknob. "--Spike?"
She knew she wasn't going to get an answer, but an antsy flutter in her stomach--the kind that annoyed her so much--teased the word out before she could stop it.
What: Running into an old friend...
When: Friday the 13th
Where: Room 705
Rating: R to be safe?
On her way up the stairs, she told herself that she was going to end up heading there anyway.
She had been looking for Spike before, but not in that way that involved picking a destination and going there to search, or consciously choosing to hunt him down. She had been looking in that way that involved the corners of the eyes, quietly checking the usual haunts and casual shadows where Spike tended to appear, as she carried on with her own business. However, when a solid week passed without him wandering into her periphery and bothering her, she finally made the decision to go look for him.
But, as she'd just told herself, she was already going to go to his room eventually, so it could only barely be considered 'looking for.' She had a break-in to investigate, after all. The fact that she hadn't seen him anywhere lately, and that something about their last conversations nagged wordlessly and continuously in the back of her head, didn't really play into it at all. She just might as well take a look to see if he was there while she was searching for evidence of an intrusion. If you thought about it, it was really a matter of convenience-- and she would tell Spike this fact if she happened to find him there, just in case he was going to do something obnoxious like accuse her of being worried.
...As she came up to his door, however, she had the feeling that she wasn't going to find him there. From the way the door wasn't quite settled shut in its frame, she could tell that someone had forced it open... and this didn't exactly fit with the story he'd given her.
Her hand hovered before settling on the doorknob. "--Spike?"
She knew she wasn't going to get an answer, but an antsy flutter in her stomach--the kind that annoyed her so much--teased the word out before she could stop it.