Spike/Giles within canon is hard, because Giles HATES Spike, holds him in utter contempt. Plus they're both alpha dogs, and it was impossible to envision them in a situation of slashy goodness.

But "Something Blue" seemed ready-made for S/G fic. I mean, really. Spike. in. CHAINS.

Spike. in. CHAINS.

Yeah.

Ahem. I'll store that image for the bunk.

Ready-made for Spike/any Scooby, to quite an extent. And one day someone must take up the Spike/BBoC principle and write Spike/bathtub.

Order Into Chaos

Take a read.

Dana, that's a honey. Only complaint with it is that bit about "drawing out the 's' at the end of his name." Buffy the gollum?

Note to self: try to be clear in the mornings.

That's not one I wrote, btw. That's victoria p., and it reminded me of a conversation people were having upthread, which is why I posted the link here. (Trying to be cryptic about the story's content, since the headers don't reveal it.)

nnonono, I know (I saw Victoria's picture). It was a honey. She did a really nice job with, er, both sources (not spoilering), except for the Gilesssssss.

And yes, it's not even gone half past eight and I'm still on my first cup of coffee. Should I not have commented here? I'll delete if needed.

No, no, I figured you knew, I just reread and it wasn't clear to me, and I was the one who posted the link.

Wanna see if we can confuse things more?

Wanna see if we can confuse things more?

well, see, if you're posting, see, I can read the post by the clarity of the post was the one who wasn't posting the the reader's post, see, and....

Hell, we could just pop my new Sondheim DVD in and dance, instead.

(giggle like a loon, because I haven't had coffee)

So, I am needy. I altered my ended slightly, because I wasn't especially happy with my segue. Added a paragraph or so. Now I'm considering that I may have been on crack. Thoughts? ------

He thinks for a minute that it's gone very badly indeed, that he's made another miscalculation, and then Gunn smiles ever so slightly and uncrosses his arms. "Little of both, but mostly kissing. Not tonight, though. That wouldn't be fair to you or me. I get through shoveling Bloody Marys and scrambled eggs down your throat tomorrow? Whole new ball game."

It's an unexpected lifeline. "You promise?"

"Promise." Gunn has the stubborn look on his face that says he'll keep that promise if it kills him. It's the same look he had when Wesley was in hospital after taking that bullet, when Wesley told him to go and get some rest and he refused.

Wesley gathers up some bedding and cedes the sofa to Gunn for the night. He has no idea where--if anywhere--any of the evening's revelations will lead them. And if he's honest with himself, he doesn't really care. The mere possibilty of mending what seemed unmendable is enough for now.

Tonight he'll say goodbye once more, put her things back in the box, and try to accept that he cannot change the past. Tomorrow, if he feels up to it (and Gunn's probably correct in assuming that Wesley will be more than a little hung over), he'll take most of the contents somewhere and give them the decent burial that she never got. He walks back to the table and stares at her picture for a moment, then raises the glass of melted ice and silently asks for forgiveness (from whom, he's not sure) before putting everything away.

Why do you think you might have been on crack?