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Author: Rayne Jelly
Fandom: BtVS
Pairing: Gen. or Spike/Dru
Disclaimer: Clearly not.
Summary: Spike’s thoughts in the week before Christmas circa 2000. Fits neatly into canon.
Rating: PG
Warnings: Un-beta'd (as is 98% of everything I put up here).
Feedback: Yes please! 

General Stuff: So this is a bit out of left field - but I was driving home at about 2 o'clock this morning, and this happened... It's been a while since I've written one of these (if I've ever really written a BtVS vignette without any kindof agenda), and it's out of season (i.e. late), but I quite like it. It's startlingly devoid of animosity. And was going to end differently, but... I like the symmetry, so I'm leaving it where it is with the unspoken assumption that Spike will continue to be an asshole.

Enjoy.

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The things Spike remembers are real and solid, as tangible to him now as they were twenty years ago, and maybe just as sweet. And it’s the history, existing with one foot in memory and one foot in the present that leaves him no thought for the future – just now, just the rosy warmth of the room and the giggling children and the smell of brandy and cinnamon and nutmeg lingering in the air that draws him back. But more than that, it’s the sparkle, the twinkling flashes he catches from the corners of his eye, because he doesn’t have to look to be reminded. Doesn’t have to see, just to know.

And what he knew was Dru. Dru and the crunch of snow underfoot, blue white and shimmering in the streetlamps and the moon. So cold and so bright it wasn’t snow, wasn’t curves and hillocks of whipped cream fluff the way it came on greeting cards, but ice. Billions and billions of tiny crystals glittering at his feet, cut away sharply by the tracks of tires and endless footsteps. Ice that grew up out of the ground and crawled across the skin of his car in ferns and stars and fingers that left it shimmering darkly, even as it belched clouds of gray exhaust into the sharp black sky like a poem; a Blakean monument to his childhood.

And the cold didn’t touch them then, couldn’t reach through the sleeves of his coat to cling to his skin – not then. It was Dru, still warm from inside the hotel room, and laughing when even her cool breath froze on the air. Eyes wide and dark and catching the reflection of each gently drifting snowflake that lingered on the air. Laughing and spinning and their dark parking lot was transformed, a fresh Narnia full of magic and wonder and his very own snow queen in her dark velvet winter dress that belonged – like Dru so often did – in a Dickens novel, lifting her long arms to the sky. She told him “Spike! They carry our words to heaven!”

She was always laughing then. Head thrown back to watch each tiny chip born, and Spike could only ever watch her. Narrow feet and wide hems swirling, kicking up clouds of ice chips that settled like sequins against the dark green border of her skirt indistinguishable from the ones that were falling – diamonds drifting to settle on her shoulders and in her hair, glistening on her eyelashes and dusting her fine milky skin with flecks of silver. She was always laughing, and utterly his, reaching to dance with him in the stillness and the silence while all around them the world glittered blue and white and red and gold for an endless moment that was clean and pure and crystalline in his memory. Nothing to do in the moment but dance, nothing to be but hers.

He didn’t know how he ever got in his car and drove them away from that spot. From that moment. But he had, and he was here, thirty years later bathing in the warm amber glow of a pre-lit PVC Christmas tree, pointedly not watching teenagers – children really – fall over each other to decorate it, giggling and teasing and so young. So young.

Spike wanted to be bored, watching them – not watching them – because they were silly and candy-sweet, and he would much rather be eating them than ignoring them ignoring him. But he couldn’t. Because they were grinning and energetic and so full of life so close to his skin, little red ornamenting their plastic spruce with baubles and strings of popcorn and – of all things – tinsel that sparkled in his eye and his memory while father stood by watching – tutting – indulgent. And the blonde, the slayer, stood tippy-toe, balanced precariously on the upraised knee of her knight errant to delicately place the star.

He wanted to be bored, but wasn’t. And felt a pang of unexpected pity. Because they’d likely never know a midnight snowstorm – tanned and lean children of sunny beaches and fruity power-shakes. Because they’d be gone in the blink of an eye. And he’d get back to Dru eventually, when they were nothing but a memory, when the silicone lightning in his head was only dust, he’d get back to Dru and her dances and her dreams… and maybe he’d recall them – or maybe not – the next time it snowed. 

The End.

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Lo! What's that I hear? Why, 'tis: Janine Jansen - The Gadfly
 
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 dragonyphoenix
 
04:56pm 01/14/2013 (UTC)
 
 
Dragon's Phoenix: Francine angel
This is lovely.
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 raynejelly
 
12:18am 01/15/2013 (UTC)
 
 
RayneJelly
Thank you! I really couldn't say where it was going where it started, but I think I like where it wound up. :-)

(edited at 5:23pm, this is what I get for trying to respond via phone...)

Edited at 2013-01-15 12:24 am (UTC)
 
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 child_of_fay
 
05:09am 01/15/2013 (UTC)
 
 
child_of_fay
Hey you're alive! I adored this, the images are wonderful. Great Job!
 
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 raynejelly
 
12:50am 01/16/2013 (UTC)
 
 
RayneJelly
I _am_ alive. Kindof. I've been meaning to get back to you about your prologue - I'm so sorry, I pretty much fell off the face of the earth.
I am really glad to hear you enjoyed this though. I'm just paddling around in the fix waters while I get back on my (RaPH) feet.
 
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 child_of_fay
 
01:18am 01/16/2013 (UTC)
 
 
child_of_fay
No worries, I was thinking about sending my Chapter 8 your way, but only if you have time.
 
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 raynejelly
 
06:52am 01/16/2013 (UTC)
 
 
RayneJelly
Sure. :) It may take me a few days, but I'm happy to take a crack at it. :-)
 
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 rebcake
 
07:04am 01/15/2013 (UTC)
 
 
Rebcake: btvs_spru_goodgames
Melancholy Christmas Spike is always in season. For some of us, anyway.

Lovely job with Dru and the snow and how he could only ever watch her. Those crystalline moments are precious, even to vampires....

Lovely.
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 raynejelly
 
12:44am 01/16/2013 (UTC)
 
 
RayneJelly
Thank you! I enjoy an introspective Spike, there's so much history under his skin, so I really like to acknowledge that. I'm glad you enjoy him too.
 
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 sparrow2000
 
02:30pm 11/21/2013 (UTC)
 
 
sparrow2000
Happy Birthday hon. I hope you have a lovely day.

I also hope you are doing well generally. It's been a while since we've seen you, so I hope you are okay

Sends you virtual balloons, streamers and cake :)
s xxx
 
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 raynejelly
 
12:52am 11/23/2013 (UTC)
 
 
RayneJelly
Thank you so much! It's so nice to hear from you!

My life picked up and whisked me away with it in... possibly the best way, but it's been a wonderful year.

Thank you again!
 
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 sparrow2000
 
08:30pm 11/23/2013 (UTC)
 
 
sparrow2000
I'm really happy life is treating you so well. I hope next year is just as wonderful :)
 
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