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You get the prize for recognising Spike's New York '70s look!

Um, well, there isn't really a prize. But anyway, you get the satisfaction of being very clever. :)

And whooo hhoooo for Xander nearly dusting deadboy. He seems just slightly off his rocker here.

*g* Glad you appreciated that bit. Angel is, indeed, just a bit cracked at this point; the poor guy really has been through a lot.

So now Spike is hitting on Xan. Somehow I think this is a ploy. I know they'll end up together but hmmmm I bet it'll take a while yet.

Well, thanks to me having written and published the sequel ("Human Frailty (http://shadowscast.popullus.net/human_frailty.html)") first, I'm utterly locked in to certain details about their relationship. Namely this bit:

So Xander followed Spike to the curb where he'd left his ride—a six-year-old Yamaha touring bike, all black and chrome. It was more powerful than the one he'd lost in Sunnydale. In August, just after he'd bought it, he'd taken Xander on a road trip to Germany. Ostensibly they'd been there tracking down rumors of another Slayer, but the point of the trip was the Autobahn and the bike. Xander still remembered that nighttime ride—the metallic taste of fear, the way his arms ached from holding onto Spike so tight for so long, the warm, hard, safe feeling of Spike that somehow kept Xander from closing his eyes or crying like a little girl as they flew over the asphalt at 180 mph, zigzagging between other vehicles like Trinity in The Matrix: Reloaded.

And then going into a gas station bathroom together at 3 a.m. just outside of Berlin, shaking with adrenaline, fucking for the very first time.

So, yeah, I'm locked into that timeline. It's currently June; they have to be ready to get down and dirty with each other by August, but not before.

::looks back at comment:: Hm, I seem to be very wordy today. Sorry! Anyway, thanks so much for commenting! :)