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[not_that_spike]

"Okay, check it out." He's never been big on the whole shut your eyes and don't open them until I say so thing. For one, it's annoying as hell and for another, who can stand it anyhow? But still, this was kind of worth a little bit of surprise

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[stbethadettes]

Junior sounds impressed -- not that it takes a whole lot to impress her most of the time -- but Beth has to admit she actually is. She remembers this place. Spike mentioned it before.

As a joke. She hardly expected this.

"I can't believe no one's moved into this place."

It's not that far out of the city, and it's a really nice little place.

With pretty nice furniture left in it, too. Whoever owned this place once upon a time was doing pretty well for themselves.

Everything's dusty. The whole place'll need a cleaning, the locks -- particularly the one the front door, since they didn't even have to pick it themselves to get in -- will need to be replaced, and they'll have to do some rearranging and maybe even a little repairing.

But it's pretty fucking ideal, all things considered.

She flashes Spike a lopsided smile.

"I think you should stick to bounty hunting. It has a better ring to it." Junior wriggles in her arms, and she obliges by setting her down on partially steady feet. "But I do like your taste in real estate

[not_that_spike]

"You know what they say, ma'am: once a bounty hunter, always a bounty hunter." Even in post-apocalyptic Paris, apparently. But for just a moment he's one hell of a proud bounty hunter: he crouches down and holds his hands out for Junior as she makes her way across unfamiliar terrain toward him. "Hey, little princess." Picking her up, he swings her into the air as he stands again

[stbethadettes]

"Who can resist hidden treasure?" She grins, her fingers hooking through Spike's. "Not me."

And from the looks of things, Junior'd be along for the ride even if they were walking straight into the path of a tornado. She gives Beth a big grin, her little fingers curled around Spike's rolled-up jacket sleeve.

Personally, she's tired. Inside and out. She's not quite at her thinnest since the plague, but she's pretty close. Her wrists are almost done healing after all the straining against the rope she did when Alter and friends tied them up, and Nat and Ciba left for Russia just two days ago.

Part of her thinks it's stupid that it feels so much like the end of an era, but... it doesTheir little fantastic four has split in two

[not_that_spike]

Yeah, he... loves her. He loves her so much and it's been a long time since they met and he can still remember the thrill he felt the first time she touched him. It wasn't that he fell in love with her right away -- he's almost not that kind of a guy and Julia had just... well... yeah -- but nothing's ever really kept him from flirting when he's felt like it, and he felt like it with her.

He also remembers the first time his fingers traced that scar across her face. When he ever found out that just a few feet away from where he was lying, that soldier threatened to reopen Beth's scar... hell, it's probably a good thing he was unconscious or the ending to that story probably would have been a little bit different. No one gets to fuck with his Beths on his watch. Only after they've taken him out of the picture, he guesses, because try as he might, he's no superhero. Hell, he isn't even much of an ordinary hero. Getting stuck out here with no way back wasn't his first choice: he was being selfish and trying to grab a little extra time