[identity profile] wesleysgirl.livejournal.com posting in [community profile] reality_bends
Continued from here.

"Neither do I," Wesley said, although he thought he might have a vague memory of it. He moved over closer to Spike, looking at the options. "I like the red. But don't wear anything you hate. You wouldn't, would you?"

Date: 2004-08-23 03:25 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] flaming-muse.livejournal.com
"Not without good reason." Spike pulled out a pair of black jeans, a black t-shirt, and the red silk shirt Wesley had mentioned.

Date: 2004-08-23 05:42 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] flaming-muse.livejournal.com
"Didn't you want breakfast?" Spike asked, pulling the tags off of his jeans. He slid into them, the new denim scratchy and stiff against his skin, and fastened the fly before turning his attention to his shirts.

Date: 2004-08-23 06:15 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] flaming-muse.livejournal.com
And I've lost him already, Spike thought with mild amusement. He pulled his t-shirt over his head and tucked it in his waistband as he said, "No, thanks." He searched through the bags again. "Didn't I buy a belt?"

Date: 2004-08-23 06:41 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] flaming-muse.livejournal.com
"I could've sworn... There," Spike muttered, finding the curled up belt in the bottom of one of the bags. Threading it through his belt loops and shrugging on the other shirt, he felt much like his old self, even though those particular garments were new. He glanced around at the bags with some satisfaction, glad to have more to his name than just a few sets of clothes, before following Wesley into the kitchen. He was curious to see whether he had actually gotten the coffee started before he got caught up in his book.

Date: 2004-08-23 06:54 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] flaming-muse.livejournal.com
"Do you need me to do that for you?" Spike asked, watching Wesley with a small, fond smile.

Date: 2004-08-23 07:15 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] flaming-muse.livejournal.com
Spike was impressed that Wesley didn't drop anything, but, then, he reflected, he probably had a lot of practice doing that very move. "I've always liked it," he said, smiling his thanks. "Can't imagine why."

Date: 2004-08-24 05:46 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] flaming-muse.livejournal.com
"Yeah, why not?" Spike said, strolling closer.

Date: 2004-08-24 06:28 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] flaming-muse.livejournal.com
Keeping out of the way of Wesley's preparations by sitting down at the table, Spike said, "That's good news. What's the catch?"

Date: 2004-08-24 06:44 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] flaming-muse.livejournal.com
"Isn't there always one?" Spike asked.

Date: 2004-08-24 07:05 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] flaming-muse.livejournal.com
"Good." Spike fidgeted briefly with the knife Wesley had placed in front of him. "You think it'll work?" he asked seriously.

Date: 2004-08-24 07:21 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] flaming-muse.livejournal.com
"And how often does that happen?" Spike muttered, sitting back in his chair and stretching out his legs. "Does it really matter? There's that whole ether thing. Even if he did do something to them, it's been a long time since I've believed gone meant gone."

Date: 2004-08-24 07:36 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] flaming-muse.livejournal.com
Leaning forward, Spike said, "Ta," and reached for the marmalade. "You'll make it work." There wasn't a question in his mind, so it was a simple statement of fact.

Date: 2004-08-25 05:27 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] flaming-muse.livejournal.com
"Will they be hard to find?" Having put the marmalade on his toast, Spike pushed the jar back toward Wesley.

Date: 2004-08-25 06:21 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] flaming-muse.livejournal.com
Spike took a bite of his toast as the contentment he had been feeling took a back seat to the situation at hand. "If you can get them, can you do the spell tonight or is there more...?" He trailed off and gestured with his toast to denote magical preparation of some sort. "They're probably not going to want to wait long." Struck by a troublesome thought, he looked sharply at Wesley. "Are you going to have to cut yourself again?"

Date: 2004-08-25 06:28 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] flaming-muse.livejournal.com
"Good," Spike said, relaxing. Between not wanting Wesley to be hurt and the temptation of the blood, he wasn't sure he could go through that again, especially not if he knew it was coming. "So you think you'll be able to do the spell tonight?"

Date: 2004-08-25 06:55 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] flaming-muse.livejournal.com
"Good," Spike said again. He reached for the marmalade and spread some more on what remained of his piece of toast. "If it were me, I wouldn't want to have to wait for some lunar conjunction or week of fasting to get my memories back."

Date: 2004-08-25 07:09 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] flaming-muse.livejournal.com
Spike swallowed a very sticky bite of toast and said, "That is the problem. Too bad we can't prove it somehow. Even a picture of Connor wouldn't mean anything to them."

Date: 2004-08-25 07:30 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] flaming-muse.livejournal.com
"I don't know about you, but I don't give up that easily," Spike said. "Not that I think we need more mojo, but what about a spell that shows when you're telling the truth? Uh, as long as it doesn't affect me."

Date: 2004-08-25 07:40 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] flaming-muse.livejournal.com
"You have to ask?" Smirking, Spike leaned back in his chair. "It's either that or keep my mouth shut, and we both know I'm no good at that."

Date: 2004-08-25 07:53 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] flaming-muse.livejournal.com
"So you could cast one on yourself to prove you're telling the truth," Spike said. "Unless they decide you're deluded or crazy or had your mind tampered with instead and try to 'help' you." He slumped a bit, staring at his empty plate for a moment before looking up. "What about Lorne? If you sang for him, could he tell?"

Date: 2004-08-25 08:16 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] flaming-muse.livejournal.com
Aware of how skeptical he would have been in their situation, especially if he were in some strange reality where he liked and trusted Angel, Spike wasn't feeling all that optimistic about them jumping on board. "Guess we'll have to see how it goes when we get there. At least there are two of us with the same story."

Date: 2004-08-25 10:05 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] flaming-muse.livejournal.com
Spike declined the toast with a small wave. "I know, pet," he said, taking his mug in his hands to steal some of its warmth. "But once you set up dinner, go get those ingredients, and get ready it'll nearly be time to go."

Date: 2004-08-25 10:18 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] flaming-muse.livejournal.com
Continues here (http://www.livejournal.com/community/reality_bends/60222.html).

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