Reunion
"Reunion"
Summary: A little dream about how Comic #36 could start out...because you know we're not going to get more about this than a line, if that.
Rating: PG
Hands on his hips, staring out at the shocked assembly with the satisfaction of an entrance well made, Spike’s look of triumph faded to one of shock. Across the way, a slender lavender figure detached herself from the group and sped across the distance, plowing into him and rocking him back on his heels with the force of her embrace.
“Nibblet? Is that you?”
His only answer was the heaving of an enormous sob. “Spi-i-i-ke.”
Tentatively, he hugged Dawn back, forgetting the rest of the assembly, the dismembered carcasses of the demons around them, and focusing on her vibrant loveliness, opening up like a flower on the cusp of womanhood.
He broke away only briefly, stretching her out at arm’s length. “Look at you! Look at how lovely you grew up, Nibblet. Tall as I am.” He noted an accessory strung on her back and at her waist. “Like your guns.”
Dawn squeezed his shoulders through the jacket, looking him up and down with a few clearing sniffs of her nose. “Look at you!” she said in return. “Alive and kicking and still with the undead! I missed you. I missed you a lot."
Spike thought he heard a bit of rebuke in that answer. “Was a ghost for a while, Bit. Then armless. Then I was trapped with the rest of Los Angeles in a hell dimension for months. Now I’m babysitting a blueberry god that killed a good friend of mine and took over her body. Lot to write home about…just not always able.”
Dawn’s hands slid down his arms till she was holding her hands. He wanted her to never let go. Then she started laughing. “It’s okay, Spike. I was a giant for months. Then a centaur. Then a china doll. Then I got dragged along with my sister’s army through Tibet and…where the hell are we now? Anyway, I get it.”
Spike snorted. “Centaur. Really?”
“Really. Tail and everything.”
He started laughing again, then stopped as his senses processed a trace scent on her. “Oh, Bit. Just because you were a centaur doesn’t mean you have to date a cyclops.” He said it lightly, though, to let her know he was joking.
She pushed at his arm in mock-annoyance, before linking it through her own to lead him down the plank to the others.
“Be nice. He’s been good to me, and he's a sweet boyfriend.” She paused. “Where did you get the spaceship?”
“Not exactly a spaceship. And I won it in a poker game.”
“Why does that not surprise me? I'll take you to my leader.“ She pulled him forward, and their all-too-brief reunion was at an end.