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Spuffy Ficathon Entry
Apr. 24th, 2004 07:45 pmTitle: Stardust
Author: Appomattoxco
For: doyle_sb4
Summary: Timeline: season 6, pre-"Smashed"
Requirements: bonding [not bondage], sitting on the porch
Restrictions: no sex or darkfic
A/N I've had this done forever and that's a good thing because my life went a little crazy after it was finished. I hope you like it![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
doyle_sb4 if not blame HC it's all his fault.
Spike was walking his girl home. Well strictly speaking she wasn’t his girl yet but they had kissed. Buffy refused to talk about that tonight but she was holding his hand or brushing against it every now and then so he decided not to press. As they reached her back porch he searched for something to say to prolong their contact. “I don’t think I’ll ever sing in the shower again.” Well it’s better than the old British standby, the weather, but not by much.
Spike singing in the shower naked wet. Bad Buffy. Buffy moved her hand away from Spike’s as if it were a flame but instead of going inside sat on the step. “That makes two of us, but you don’t have such a bad voice-kind of Rock-a-Billy-Idol”
“Don’t remind me, Slayer.” They each grimaced over their own performance.
“It’s not like you need a great voice for any of the stuff you like to yell along to.” I sounded thin just like I feel, like a whisper. Spike sounded full and dark. When did he become the one in my life with substance?
“You know I wasn’t made in bleeding 1980, Pet; it was a bit earlier. Until just lately I could find a tune or two to enjoy. After this past summer I could go the rest of my un-life without ever hearing another prefab pop group.”
“You could? Find things to enjoy? I mean music and stuff that didn’t have anything to do with fist and fangs?” How can he be so alive? He said one of us had to live. I’m not so sure he isn’t the one. Don’t think about that now, Buffy, think of something else. “Tell me a story -something about music. It’s tonight’s theme right? Were you at Woodstock?”
“That story’s a bit on the fang-y side, let’s save it for another night. Besides I know music you’ve never even heard of.” He lit up a cigarette and settled more comfortably.
“I don’t know about that. Mom was a classic movie addict; I’ve seen a lot of musicals. It was something we did together, just the two of us.”
Spike was afraid that bringing up Joyce would spoil the fragile mood but instead the happy memories of her Mother only seemed to relax her more. This was a small spark that seemed to dare him to come up with some obscure bit of trivia. Could he get her to smile if he did get some flash of interest not just in him but in life?
“What was the first music you really loved? After… I mean.” She almost said ‘after you came back.’ Over identify much Buffy.
“Ragtime, no question. A little Greek place in Indiana had a kid at the piano. I’d never heard anything like it before. There was a kind of furious joy to it.” God that kiss must have woken my sleeping William. I sound like a wanker. Then Spike saw that Buffy was hanging on his words and he continued. “Dru liked the boy too. She said ‘he was all covered in stardust.’ Wouldn’t let me eat him when I got annoyed at how she cooed over him; said I would thank her later.” The restaurant wasn’t really the first time he and Drusilla heard the boy play. They had stumbled into a brothel at dawn of the previous day, drawn by the smell of sex and the sound of music. Spike remembered how the women had gathered round and begged the piano player for more ragtime. How Dru had petted Carmichael and cooed about the moon and stars to him. Spike was torn between wanting to rip out the brat’s throat and joining the whores in begging him to play one more song.
“All right, spill.” Buffy did her best to put a glare into her voice.
“Spill what, pet?” Spike asked.
“The punch-line, the rest of the story, and don’t call me pet.”
“Whatever do you mean?” Spike lay on the innocence with a trowel. “You asked what kind of music I liked and I told you. Why would you even think there was more to it?”
“Because vamps like to name drop - it’s a thing.”
“All right I’ll drop a name. Though I don’t suppose it will mean a thing to you. The girls called him Hoagland and that’s all you’re getting.”
“What girls?” She imagined a bunch of trashy flappers or whatever hanging all over her vampire. Well he was Dru’s back then, silly and he’s not hers now is he? But they’d kissed and there had been music.
“No reason to be jealous, love. It was a long time ago.”
Spike can’t read my mind; He’s just playing guessing games. “NO way am I jealous.”
“What ever you say, Slayer. Want to get back to our little guessing game now?”
“So there is something to guess. He got famous or was already. Hoagland, weird name but I feel like it should be familiar… Wait a minute, Drusilla said he was covered in stardust and his name was Hoagland?”
“Dru talked about the stars all the time. Loved her dearly but she was off her nut.” Maybe his girl knew more about this than he thought. Spike couldn’t help but smile, Buffy was really interested in this.
“Stardust! Spike, you met Hoagy Carmichael!”
“Wow I did? Thanks for telling me; this is going to come in handy at ‘Willies’. I can drop his name at the next card game.” He teased Buffy looking wide-eyed.
“I’m serious, Spike.”
“I know you are. I’m surprised you are so impressed though. He was popular before you your Mum was even born.”
“It’s my Mom you can blame. I told you she loved old musicals didn’t I? There’s a copy of Young Man with a Horn in the house somewhere. Hey, you said Dru told him he was covered in stardust.”
“Something tells me your Mum wasn’t the only one with a thing for old movies.” Spike laughed and stubbed out his cigarette.“ And you already mentioned the star dust.”
Buffy gave him an incredulous look “Are you making it up?”
Spike’s bottom lip came out in a mock pout. “I am crushed you would think I’d lie about something so silly.”
Buffy distracted herself from the sudden urge to kiss Spike by saying ,“Dru gave him the idea for Stardust? That’s just so Quantum Leap. Spike you have got to be pulling my leg.”
“I only gave you the facts, you’re the one that’s reading all kinds of things into them, Slayer. No chance that particular song has any mojo to it. It was first recorded on Halloween 1927 and you know nothing really mystical happens then.” Spike grinned as Buffy rolled her eyes. ”Sides it was probably more a case of Dru just knowing about it not her giving him the idea.”
How did this become about his nut case ex? Change the subject, Buffy. “Spike, would you mind, after the demon induced song trauma’s worn off, maybe watching some of Mom’s movies with me sometime? I don’t think Dawn and the gang will ever really appreciate them,” Buffy said with a look of shock at her own words.
It’s a date! Be cool, don’t scare her away. “Uh sure- anytime you want.” I sound worse than Harris, “I’ll be a big pile of dust if I don’t get moving soon though.” Spike grimaced, casually rose and headed for his crypt. In spite of what he’d said earlier about never singing again, as soon as he thought he was out of earshot he began to hum Stardust. Dru had been right, he was very glad now that he hadn’t killed the kid.
Author: Appomattoxco
For: doyle_sb4
Summary: Timeline: season 6, pre-"Smashed"
Requirements: bonding [not bondage], sitting on the porch
Restrictions: no sex or darkfic
A/N I've had this done forever and that's a good thing because my life went a little crazy after it was finished. I hope you like it
doyle_sb4 if not blame HC it's all his fault.Spike was walking his girl home. Well strictly speaking she wasn’t his girl yet but they had kissed. Buffy refused to talk about that tonight but she was holding his hand or brushing against it every now and then so he decided not to press. As they reached her back porch he searched for something to say to prolong their contact. “I don’t think I’ll ever sing in the shower again.” Well it’s better than the old British standby, the weather, but not by much.
Spike singing in the shower naked wet. Bad Buffy. Buffy moved her hand away from Spike’s as if it were a flame but instead of going inside sat on the step. “That makes two of us, but you don’t have such a bad voice-kind of Rock-a-Billy-Idol”
“Don’t remind me, Slayer.” They each grimaced over their own performance.
“It’s not like you need a great voice for any of the stuff you like to yell along to.” I sounded thin just like I feel, like a whisper. Spike sounded full and dark. When did he become the one in my life with substance?
“You know I wasn’t made in bleeding 1980, Pet; it was a bit earlier. Until just lately I could find a tune or two to enjoy. After this past summer I could go the rest of my un-life without ever hearing another prefab pop group.”
“You could? Find things to enjoy? I mean music and stuff that didn’t have anything to do with fist and fangs?” How can he be so alive? He said one of us had to live. I’m not so sure he isn’t the one. Don’t think about that now, Buffy, think of something else. “Tell me a story -something about music. It’s tonight’s theme right? Were you at Woodstock?”
“That story’s a bit on the fang-y side, let’s save it for another night. Besides I know music you’ve never even heard of.” He lit up a cigarette and settled more comfortably.
“I don’t know about that. Mom was a classic movie addict; I’ve seen a lot of musicals. It was something we did together, just the two of us.”
Spike was afraid that bringing up Joyce would spoil the fragile mood but instead the happy memories of her Mother only seemed to relax her more. This was a small spark that seemed to dare him to come up with some obscure bit of trivia. Could he get her to smile if he did get some flash of interest not just in him but in life?
“What was the first music you really loved? After… I mean.” She almost said ‘after you came back.’ Over identify much Buffy.
“Ragtime, no question. A little Greek place in Indiana had a kid at the piano. I’d never heard anything like it before. There was a kind of furious joy to it.” God that kiss must have woken my sleeping William. I sound like a wanker. Then Spike saw that Buffy was hanging on his words and he continued. “Dru liked the boy too. She said ‘he was all covered in stardust.’ Wouldn’t let me eat him when I got annoyed at how she cooed over him; said I would thank her later.” The restaurant wasn’t really the first time he and Drusilla heard the boy play. They had stumbled into a brothel at dawn of the previous day, drawn by the smell of sex and the sound of music. Spike remembered how the women had gathered round and begged the piano player for more ragtime. How Dru had petted Carmichael and cooed about the moon and stars to him. Spike was torn between wanting to rip out the brat’s throat and joining the whores in begging him to play one more song.
“All right, spill.” Buffy did her best to put a glare into her voice.
“Spill what, pet?” Spike asked.
“The punch-line, the rest of the story, and don’t call me pet.”
“Whatever do you mean?” Spike lay on the innocence with a trowel. “You asked what kind of music I liked and I told you. Why would you even think there was more to it?”
“Because vamps like to name drop - it’s a thing.”
“All right I’ll drop a name. Though I don’t suppose it will mean a thing to you. The girls called him Hoagland and that’s all you’re getting.”
“What girls?” She imagined a bunch of trashy flappers or whatever hanging all over her vampire. Well he was Dru’s back then, silly and he’s not hers now is he? But they’d kissed and there had been music.
“No reason to be jealous, love. It was a long time ago.”
Spike can’t read my mind; He’s just playing guessing games. “NO way am I jealous.”
“What ever you say, Slayer. Want to get back to our little guessing game now?”
“So there is something to guess. He got famous or was already. Hoagland, weird name but I feel like it should be familiar… Wait a minute, Drusilla said he was covered in stardust and his name was Hoagland?”
“Dru talked about the stars all the time. Loved her dearly but she was off her nut.” Maybe his girl knew more about this than he thought. Spike couldn’t help but smile, Buffy was really interested in this.
“Stardust! Spike, you met Hoagy Carmichael!”
“Wow I did? Thanks for telling me; this is going to come in handy at ‘Willies’. I can drop his name at the next card game.” He teased Buffy looking wide-eyed.
“I’m serious, Spike.”
“I know you are. I’m surprised you are so impressed though. He was popular before you your Mum was even born.”
“It’s my Mom you can blame. I told you she loved old musicals didn’t I? There’s a copy of Young Man with a Horn in the house somewhere. Hey, you said Dru told him he was covered in stardust.”
“Something tells me your Mum wasn’t the only one with a thing for old movies.” Spike laughed and stubbed out his cigarette.“ And you already mentioned the star dust.”
Buffy gave him an incredulous look “Are you making it up?”
Spike’s bottom lip came out in a mock pout. “I am crushed you would think I’d lie about something so silly.”
Buffy distracted herself from the sudden urge to kiss Spike by saying ,“Dru gave him the idea for Stardust? That’s just so Quantum Leap. Spike you have got to be pulling my leg.”
“I only gave you the facts, you’re the one that’s reading all kinds of things into them, Slayer. No chance that particular song has any mojo to it. It was first recorded on Halloween 1927 and you know nothing really mystical happens then.” Spike grinned as Buffy rolled her eyes. ”Sides it was probably more a case of Dru just knowing about it not her giving him the idea.”
How did this become about his nut case ex? Change the subject, Buffy. “Spike, would you mind, after the demon induced song trauma’s worn off, maybe watching some of Mom’s movies with me sometime? I don’t think Dawn and the gang will ever really appreciate them,” Buffy said with a look of shock at her own words.
It’s a date! Be cool, don’t scare her away. “Uh sure- anytime you want.” I sound worse than Harris, “I’ll be a big pile of dust if I don’t get moving soon though.” Spike grimaced, casually rose and headed for his crypt. In spite of what he’d said earlier about never singing again, as soon as he thought he was out of earshot he began to hum Stardust. Dru had been right, he was very glad now that he hadn’t killed the kid.
