How I Met Your Mother
Title: How I Met Your Mother
Author: ubiquirk
Fandom: BtVS
Rating: G
Genre: drama, humor
Word Count: ~320
Characters: Spike, Dawn
Disclaimer: Not mine; no money.
Prompt: 99: How I Met Your Mother
AN: Written for still_grrr and posted there. Set during the summer after “The Gift.”
Summary: Something bloody well had to be done, and since the Scoobies had scarpered off for another one of their ‘secret’ meetings, that left him.
Award winner - details here.
The extra mug wavered at the end of his arm, ignored, and Spike set it down with a sigh before dropping onto the couch.
Something bloody well had to be done, and since the Scoobies had scarpered off for another one of their ‘secret’ meetings, that left him.
“Here’s to Joyce, one hell of a lady.” He lifted his cup in a toast and took a swig of hot cocoa. “And a tough one too - right formidable with a weapon, she was.”
“Weapon? What?” Dawn lifted her head from where it lolled on the back of the couch, her face sharpening from its slack glaze for the first time … the first time - he almost couldn’t bring himself to think it - since Buffy died.
“And not just any weapon, mind.” He sliced his arm through the air. “An axe.”
“No way.”
“Yes way,” Spike mimicked in a decidedly bad American accent, internally cringing at the Harmonyism the moment it left his mouth, but recovering as soon as he saw that it brought a twitch of a smile to Dawn’s face.
Picking up her mug from the coffee table, she took a drink of the hot chocolate, and he raised his own cup to hide the self-satisfied smirk he could feel pull across his features.
Buffy, it was too soon to talk directly about Buffy. But finally remembering Joyce, remembering good things about loved ones lost, seemed to be working.
“You never heard tell of that?” He gave her an exaggeratedly gobsmacked look, all shock and silliness, and ran a hand through his hair so it would stick out a bit.
The small smile returned, and as more than a flicker, as Dawn shook her head and wrapped both hands around the warm cocoa.
“Well then, settle in and let the Big Bad tell you all about good old Sunnydale High, Parent-Teacher Night, and one pissed-off Mum with an axe.”
Author: ubiquirk
Fandom: BtVS
Rating: G
Genre: drama, humor
Word Count: ~320
Characters: Spike, Dawn
Disclaimer: Not mine; no money.
Prompt: 99: How I Met Your Mother
AN: Written for still_grrr and posted there. Set during the summer after “The Gift.”
Summary: Something bloody well had to be done, and since the Scoobies had scarpered off for another one of their ‘secret’ meetings, that left him.
Award winner - details here.
The extra mug wavered at the end of his arm, ignored, and Spike set it down with a sigh before dropping onto the couch.
Something bloody well had to be done, and since the Scoobies had scarpered off for another one of their ‘secret’ meetings, that left him.
“Here’s to Joyce, one hell of a lady.” He lifted his cup in a toast and took a swig of hot cocoa. “And a tough one too - right formidable with a weapon, she was.”
“Weapon? What?” Dawn lifted her head from where it lolled on the back of the couch, her face sharpening from its slack glaze for the first time … the first time - he almost couldn’t bring himself to think it - since Buffy died.
“And not just any weapon, mind.” He sliced his arm through the air. “An axe.”
“No way.”
“Yes way,” Spike mimicked in a decidedly bad American accent, internally cringing at the Harmonyism the moment it left his mouth, but recovering as soon as he saw that it brought a twitch of a smile to Dawn’s face.
Picking up her mug from the coffee table, she took a drink of the hot chocolate, and he raised his own cup to hide the self-satisfied smirk he could feel pull across his features.
Buffy, it was too soon to talk directly about Buffy. But finally remembering Joyce, remembering good things about loved ones lost, seemed to be working.
“You never heard tell of that?” He gave her an exaggeratedly gobsmacked look, all shock and silliness, and ran a hand through his hair so it would stick out a bit.
The small smile returned, and as more than a flicker, as Dawn shook her head and wrapped both hands around the warm cocoa.
“Well then, settle in and let the Big Bad tell you all about good old Sunnydale High, Parent-Teacher Night, and one pissed-off Mum with an axe.”