[Spike sits perched on the edge of the couch, misery clearly etched into his every feature. No matter what he does, nothing will change; he's still just a muck-up. Not only was Buffy not supposed to find out this way, she was never supposed to hear it from him. He's wrecked the timeline along with everything else and he finds himself wishing for ( Read more... )

[Spike knocks on Sylar's door, it's 1:36 AM. This time, though, he knows Sylar is awake. He can hear his breath from here.]

Gabe, listen up. We're going to the store. ..That work for you?

We're out of Weetabix.

( ... )

( DDD stalks everyone's life. Also: the first conversation is legit, the second was fabricated by Ruthi and myself :) )