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24 June 2005 @ 09:44 pm
chapter six of my day  
I apologize for the spam--it's like I'm dumping truckloads on you, tons of spam excavated from the bowels of the earth.

But anyway. I'm trying to write...

*crickets chirp*

I got nothing. Talk to me more, please? Really. Speak to me your non-smutty-but-kinky thoughts. I promise to chat back.

I mean...I'm not the only one online on a Friday night, right? On the whole Internet? Because that would just be sad.
 
 
 
bdbdb: Nicky/eyepatch by bdbdbbdbdb on June 25th, 2005 04:55 am (UTC)
Those are fun thoughts! :)
rubywisp: rubies by winterliverubywisp on June 25th, 2005 05:14 am (UTC)
Oh, they are. Andrea was trying to get me to promise to write it, but... yeah.

Anyway, the way I see it, it's later, and Xander's got some job where he wears suits and gets to be a dick to people while earning enormous sums of money for which he cares not at all. It's just easier, is all, and he figures he's due a little easier and then some.

One day, Spike turns up in his office, as Spikes are wont to do, just as Xander's firing some guy, very politely and smoothly, but oh-so-obviously not giving a shit.

Spike: "You've changed."

Xander, looking up long enough to register who it is and for Spike to register both his lack of surprise and lack of interest: "It happens."

Spike's kind of put out by the non-reaction, which pisses him off. He feels like Xander's got the better of him somehow. "What the fuck happened to you?" he says in a tone that would've dragged irritation, defensiveness, worry, attack, all of the above out of the Xander he used to know.

Xander checks his watch, checks his pockets, checks the papers in the folder he's holding one more time, doesn't answer. "I've got a meeting, Spike, and then I've got a dinner. Clara can help you if you need anything before you leave. Tell whoever it is that sent you I said 'no, thanks'."

With that, he walks out, leaving Spike standing there in the empty office, feeling like a teenage girl who didn't get asked to dance.

---

There are other thoughts, but they're non-linear and mostly involve a lot of Xander in pretty suits, being a dick, and Spike being very confused and trying-to-figure-it-out in spite of himself.

I'm supposed to be cleaning. ::eyes kitchen dolefully::
Anna S.: spandereliade on June 25th, 2005 05:16 am (UTC)
One day, Spike turns up in his office, as Spikes are wont to do

*love* You and your little Spike too. :)

"I've got a meeting, Spike, and then I've got a dinner. Clara can help you if you need anything before you leave. Tell whoever it is that sent you I said 'no, thanks'."

This is awesome. *glee*

With that, he walks out, leaving Spike standing there in the empty office, feeling like a teenage girl who didn't get asked to dance.

And this.

There are other thoughts, but they're non-linear and mostly involve a lot of Xander in pretty suits, being a dick, and Spike being very confused and trying-to-figure-it-out in spite of himself.

Non-linear is good. It's like jazz, baby.

I'm supposed to be cleaning. ::eyes kitchen dolefully::

You meant 'writing'. You're supposed to be 'writing.' *eyes you dolefully (but with more love)*
rubywisp: nick smilingrubywisp on June 25th, 2005 05:20 am (UTC)
Hee. I lurve you. And then I squish you. Or maybe I squish you with love. Maybe both.

If I could write a whole story like this, just random bits of things that didn't necessarily make sense, skipping what I wanted to skip, "yeah, somehow Spike's there"ing the parts that were necessary but boring, and just going for the fun parts, I so totally would. Jazz!fic, whole new genre.

Definitely both. Mwah!

bdbdb: Hamburger by bdbdbbdbdb on June 25th, 2005 05:18 am (UTC)
Have I mentioned lately that I am your scabby minion?

You go write, I'll be there to clean your kitchen in a few minutes. ;)
Anna S.: cillian-spike21eliade on June 25th, 2005 05:25 am (UTC)
The words 'scabby minion' make me absurdly happy. *g*
bdbdb: Martin Sheen by bdbdbbdbdb on June 25th, 2005 05:31 am (UTC)
Whatever makes ya giggle! ;)
rubywisp: ladybug!rubywisp on June 25th, 2005 05:27 am (UTC)
You are a little gross and a lot adorable. Hee.
bdbdb: DB by bdbdbbdbdb on June 25th, 2005 05:30 am (UTC)
Been called worse ;)
rubywisp: moo by calendaerubywisp on June 25th, 2005 05:33 am (UTC)
I'm sorry! I lurve you, but ew. Scabs!

(Yes, I get the reference and it made me laugh. I'm just being a pain in the ass. *g*)
bdbdb: Eliza by bdbdbbdbdb on June 25th, 2005 05:37 am (UTC)
I lurve you too. And I am not ashamed of my scabby minion status! So there. ;) Your pain-in-the-assness is part of the reason I lurve you. Hee hee...

When are you coming out here next? Dalton has a show in the next few weeks I think... hint, hint!
rubywisprubywisp on June 25th, 2005 07:18 am (UTC)
I was just talking to a friend tonight about how I wished I could go to CA for a visit. But I can't, because I have a trip to Pittsburgh planned next month, and there went all my time and money. It's a nice thought, but there's no way, not anytime soon. Sorry.

Anna, we stop hijacking your LJ now! Promise!
bdbdb: Alpert by bdbdbbdbdb on June 25th, 2005 05:09 pm (UTC)
Oops. Sorry Anna.
Anna S.: angeleliade on June 25th, 2005 06:31 pm (UTC)
Oh, please! No worries! I'm easy. :D