I'll be posting fic! Soon!
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shadowscastLast night, I finished my ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
fall_for_sx fic. I'll be posting it on December 1st. I am so excited!
This is the first real story I've completed since my baby was born. I did a Fall For S/X contribution last year, too, on the same date, but it was a pathetic little thing—a 217 word scene in which Spike paints Xander's fingernails. I mean, I think it was cute and all, but it wasn't a story. Still, it was the best I could do with a 5-week-old baby.
I haven't even had time to read anything else that's been posted to Fall For S/X yet, which is kind of sad. Maybe now that I've finished writing I'll manage a little reading.
I'm also kind of sad to see that not all the posting dates are filled this year. Is interest dying off? Maybe it's inevitable after so many years. This is just my third year of writing for Fall For S/X, but I know it's been going for five years. And hey, it's not like I'm out there fanning the fandom flame on a regular basis these days.
Still. I'm excited. I signed up for the day before my birthday (like always) so that the feedback will be like a birthday present. Um, assuming there's feedback. *fingers crossed*
So, hey! How about a teaser? I do like to tease....
This is a Spike/Xander story, (obviously). I guess it's rated NC-17, since there's a bit of explicit sex, but it's mostly plot, actually. The total story length is 11,000 words. It was beta'd by the brilliant and wonderful![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
yourlibrarian.
Sunshine
(teaser)
Part One
Two tunnels diverged in a grimy subway.
And I, I don’t know which one the demon went down.
Well, shit.
- Xander Harris, with props to Robert Frost
He stood there at the junction for a frustrated moment, panting. There was no way to tell whether the demon had gone right or left, and the longer Xander hesitated, the further ahead it was going to get. Not to mention the fact that there’d be a rush hour train coming along this track any minute now. Xander did a quick eeny, meeny, stopped on moe for expediency’s sake, and sprinted down the right-hand tunnel.
He skidded to a stop about two hundred feet in -- a maintenance worker in grease-stained coveralls was standing at an open access panel, fiddling with a wrench. The guy turned around at the noise Xander made.
“Don’t mind me, I was just--“ Xander started, and then he saw who it was.
He looked different. He’d stopped bleaching his hair; he was wearing it in a stark buzz cut now. The coveralls were a new look for sure, but his face was the same. He hadn’t aged, of course.
Xander’s brain skittered around for a moment, denying the reality in front of him because it was just too fucking random. Then he got his mouth working. “Spike? What the hell are you doing here?”
Spike had looked startled too in the first instant of recognition, but now he just looked pissed off. “I work here. What the bloody hell are you doing here?”
“Chasing a demon.” Xander gave himself a mental kick in the ass. Long-lost vampire or no long-lost vampire, the demon was still a priority. “Maybe you saw it? Eight limbs, hairy, carrying a snazzy blue duffel bag?”
“Haven’t seen it.” Spike slammed the access panel shut, dropped the wrench, and pulled a wicked-looking hunting knife out of his tool belt. “Been looking for it, though. Where’d you lose it?”
“Just where the track split,” Xander pointed.
“Right, well, off we go.” Spike gave Xander a sideways look as they started running down the track. “Gonna take it down with your bare hands, then?”
“I just got off a fucking airplane. They kinda frown on anything deadlier than a plastic fork.”
“Take this.” Spike pulled a second, slightly smaller knife out of his belt and passed it to Xander. “And for fuck’s sake, come over to the side of the tunnel.”
“What? Oh.” Xander hopped over to the edge and pressed himself against the damp tunnel wall just in time to avoid the train he hadn’t noticed. The whole tunnel shook as it roared past.
He looked over at Spike, pinned against the wall next to him. Spike was staring out at the train, his jaw set hard. He clearly wasn’t happy about this crazy coincidental meeting in the London Underground after thirteen years of radio silence, but at least he wasn’t being an asshole about it. So far.
Xander wasn’t sure how he felt about it himself. He’d thought Spike was dust. Buffy and Angel always said they were sure Spike was still out there somewhere, probably drinking and gambling and getting lots of sex and generally having a whole lot more fun than the rest of them. Of course, Xander had never told them that before he pulled the disappearing act, Spike had been having sex with him.
He was glad Spike wasn’t dust. But where the fuck had he been for the past thirteen years?
***
That's all for now! I'll post the story in its entirety on December 1st atfall_for_sx!
fall_for_sx fic. I'll be posting it on December 1st. I am so excited!This is the first real story I've completed since my baby was born. I did a Fall For S/X contribution last year, too, on the same date, but it was a pathetic little thing—a 217 word scene in which Spike paints Xander's fingernails. I mean, I think it was cute and all, but it wasn't a story. Still, it was the best I could do with a 5-week-old baby.
I haven't even had time to read anything else that's been posted to Fall For S/X yet, which is kind of sad. Maybe now that I've finished writing I'll manage a little reading.
I'm also kind of sad to see that not all the posting dates are filled this year. Is interest dying off? Maybe it's inevitable after so many years. This is just my third year of writing for Fall For S/X, but I know it's been going for five years. And hey, it's not like I'm out there fanning the fandom flame on a regular basis these days.
Still. I'm excited. I signed up for the day before my birthday (like always) so that the feedback will be like a birthday present. Um, assuming there's feedback. *fingers crossed*
So, hey! How about a teaser? I do like to tease....
This is a Spike/Xander story, (obviously). I guess it's rated NC-17, since there's a bit of explicit sex, but it's mostly plot, actually. The total story length is 11,000 words. It was beta'd by the brilliant and wonderful
yourlibrarian.Sunshine
(teaser)
Part One
Two tunnels diverged in a grimy subway.
And I, I don’t know which one the demon went down.
Well, shit.
- Xander Harris, with props to Robert Frost
He stood there at the junction for a frustrated moment, panting. There was no way to tell whether the demon had gone right or left, and the longer Xander hesitated, the further ahead it was going to get. Not to mention the fact that there’d be a rush hour train coming along this track any minute now. Xander did a quick eeny, meeny, stopped on moe for expediency’s sake, and sprinted down the right-hand tunnel.
He skidded to a stop about two hundred feet in -- a maintenance worker in grease-stained coveralls was standing at an open access panel, fiddling with a wrench. The guy turned around at the noise Xander made.
“Don’t mind me, I was just--“ Xander started, and then he saw who it was.
He looked different. He’d stopped bleaching his hair; he was wearing it in a stark buzz cut now. The coveralls were a new look for sure, but his face was the same. He hadn’t aged, of course.
Xander’s brain skittered around for a moment, denying the reality in front of him because it was just too fucking random. Then he got his mouth working. “Spike? What the hell are you doing here?”
Spike had looked startled too in the first instant of recognition, but now he just looked pissed off. “I work here. What the bloody hell are you doing here?”
“Chasing a demon.” Xander gave himself a mental kick in the ass. Long-lost vampire or no long-lost vampire, the demon was still a priority. “Maybe you saw it? Eight limbs, hairy, carrying a snazzy blue duffel bag?”
“Haven’t seen it.” Spike slammed the access panel shut, dropped the wrench, and pulled a wicked-looking hunting knife out of his tool belt. “Been looking for it, though. Where’d you lose it?”
“Just where the track split,” Xander pointed.
“Right, well, off we go.” Spike gave Xander a sideways look as they started running down the track. “Gonna take it down with your bare hands, then?”
“I just got off a fucking airplane. They kinda frown on anything deadlier than a plastic fork.”
“Take this.” Spike pulled a second, slightly smaller knife out of his belt and passed it to Xander. “And for fuck’s sake, come over to the side of the tunnel.”
“What? Oh.” Xander hopped over to the edge and pressed himself against the damp tunnel wall just in time to avoid the train he hadn’t noticed. The whole tunnel shook as it roared past.
He looked over at Spike, pinned against the wall next to him. Spike was staring out at the train, his jaw set hard. He clearly wasn’t happy about this crazy coincidental meeting in the London Underground after thirteen years of radio silence, but at least he wasn’t being an asshole about it. So far.
Xander wasn’t sure how he felt about it himself. He’d thought Spike was dust. Buffy and Angel always said they were sure Spike was still out there somewhere, probably drinking and gambling and getting lots of sex and generally having a whole lot more fun than the rest of them. Of course, Xander had never told them that before he pulled the disappearing act, Spike had been having sex with him.
He was glad Spike wasn’t dust. But where the fuck had he been for the past thirteen years?
***
That's all for now! I'll post the story in its entirety on December 1st at
fall_for_sx!
