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May. 15th, 2007 06:19 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
not_that_spikeMore than anything, he thinks it would be nice as hell to sleep in, wake up lazily with Beth in his arms, stay in bed all day. Those two and a half years they had... well, shit, he appreciated every damn day of it, but he appreciates them even more now. He's never felt particularly tied to any one place -- never felt anywhere call him going home, home, this is where you belong, Spike Spiegel -- but shit, the bar's the closest thing he's ever had to that.
But then he rethinks that whole more than anything bullshit. What he really wants, more than anything in the whole fucking universe, is to be with Beth.
He's got his wish, even if it's a little bit skewed, and he thinks of that old saying that goes be careful what you wish for, you might get it. This is one time he doesn't mind things going the way they have, even if it would be easier some other way: when he thinks about how long it's been since the way back to the bar got mowed down by an Israeli Merkava battle tank, he's nothing but grateful for being here no matter how difficult the circumstances might make it. He's not sure what he'd be doing now if he was stuck at the bar or the House and there was no sign of Beth or Junior or Hero.
So yeah, even though this is probably the least ideal situation he can practically imagine, he'll take it. He'll take it all the way, because he's with the woman he loves.
And the daughter he loves.
How 'bout that: he's... really not that type of guy. Funny how things can change.
When Ciba and Vlad and Natalya and Hero are all out of earshot and way the hell out of sight on a little hike to find fresh water, he reaches over and tucks Beth's hair back behind her ear. "It's just me, Slim. Your very own invisible bounty hunter."
In Beth's arms, Junior's eyes widen at the sound of his voice and she lets out a big laugh.
"Hope you don't mind me tagging along another few days. I've never been to New York." Even if she can't see it, he's smiling. Yeah, this trip has been tough as hell, but he hasn't lost his sense of humor. It might be his most precious commodity, right after the cloak and the guns and ammo and cigarettes. He lets the cloak fall back and runs a hand through his hair.
He'd do anything for his Beths.
But then he rethinks that whole more than anything bullshit. What he really wants, more than anything in the whole fucking universe, is to be with Beth.
He's got his wish, even if it's a little bit skewed, and he thinks of that old saying that goes be careful what you wish for, you might get it. This is one time he doesn't mind things going the way they have, even if it would be easier some other way: when he thinks about how long it's been since the way back to the bar got mowed down by an Israeli Merkava battle tank, he's nothing but grateful for being here no matter how difficult the circumstances might make it. He's not sure what he'd be doing now if he was stuck at the bar or the House and there was no sign of Beth or Junior or Hero.
So yeah, even though this is probably the least ideal situation he can practically imagine, he'll take it. He'll take it all the way, because he's with the woman he loves.
And the daughter he loves.
How 'bout that: he's... really not that type of guy. Funny how things can change.
When Ciba and Vlad and Natalya and Hero are all out of earshot and way the hell out of sight on a little hike to find fresh water, he reaches over and tucks Beth's hair back behind her ear. "It's just me, Slim. Your very own invisible bounty hunter."
In Beth's arms, Junior's eyes widen at the sound of his voice and she lets out a big laugh.
"Hope you don't mind me tagging along another few days. I've never been to New York." Even if she can't see it, he's smiling. Yeah, this trip has been tough as hell, but he hasn't lost his sense of humor. It might be his most precious commodity, right after the cloak and the guns and ammo and cigarettes. He lets the cloak fall back and runs a hand through his hair.
He'd do anything for his Beths.
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Date: 2007-05-18 06:23 am (UTC)On the other hand, the fact that she doesn't want to share him fills him with this happy macho contentment, makes his arm tighten around her just that much more. He has about zero interest in being shared on most levels: if you look up one-woman man in the encyclopedia, his picture's probably next to the damn thing. Still, he appreciates the hell out of her.
"Shit. I wish we could relax here for hours. It's nice." Nice having her and Junior in his arms -- he never gets to hold the baby this much any more -- and nice being out of the cloak. It starts getting a little claustrophobic in there sometimes. More than a couple nights, he's dreamed he was back on that operating table in restraints while they took his eye; he attributes every single one of those dreams to being stuck under the cloak for so long.
But it's working.
But shit, shit, shit, he misses things like this. All he wants are his Beths.
And a smoke, but he doesn't want that enough to risk compromising their safety. When his own eyelids start to feel heavy, he resettles to sit up just a little bit straighter: he's not going back under that cloak until he has to. He wants every damn second of this private time with them.
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Date: 2007-05-20 06:54 am (UTC)It could just be an animal, but she automatically straightens and reaches for Junior, who holds out her own little arms and gets passed over easily enough.
If it was just an animal or something, she'd rather feel silly later than assume nobody was close and have Spike in plain sight for anybody to see.
Before he can gather the cloak around him, she leans in for a kiss that's far too quick.
"Love you."
It's just a whisper, and she gives him a crooked smile. Sometimes it feels kind of like a goodbye when he needs to put the cloak back on again, even though he's not really going anywhere.
She looks forward to regaining some of that sense of normalcy in their relationship, to say the least, but it's definitely not just for her own sake.
He made her a promise, and while he's already demonstrated a knack for keeping promises against the odds, this might just be the first she's asked him for and counts on him to keep.
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Date: 2007-05-20 06:08 pm (UTC)He'll do it just to be with her. His hand is the last thing to disappear beneath the safety of the cloak; it rests against her cheekbone as long as he can before another snap of twig and the sound of hushed voices proves that Beth's instincts were absolutely right. They pushed time as long and as far as they could and hell, if that's what they get, he'll take it. If he's learned one thing the past few years, it's that time's more precious than almost anything and whatever he gets with her really ought to be cherished.
He does. It's what keeps him going, keeps him from thinking too far into the future to things like so if and when we find Hero's brother, what happens to me and Beth and Junior?
One thing at a time.