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Birthday & Asylum drabble (1/4).
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diachrony!!! Hope you have a fabulous day! :)
And it just so happens that I'm in the process of fine-polishing my 'Asylum' ficlets, so you get the first one as a birthday fic. Only a drabble, and rather downbeat I'm afraid, but I hope you like it.
(Notes: This drabble contains spoilers for 'Spike:Asylum'. Also it won't actually make any sort of sense if you haven't read the book...)
Disclaimer: Spike belongs to Joss. Asylum belongs to Brian Lynch. I just like to play with the shiny toys...
2 weeks later
It’s been more than a week since Bonnie and Richard Monaghan heard about the outbreak at Mosaic. Exact details are hard to come by, except of course that Spike was at the centre of it all and has now gone missing. The news left them reeling. Months worth of research, huge sums of money spent to catch their quarry - to put him away for good. Their final gesture for their daughter... and apparently all for nothing.
Then one morning the maid brings them a letter. Inside there is a single piece of paper, bearing only three words.
I’m sorry.
Spike
diachrony!!! Hope you have a fabulous day! :)And it just so happens that I'm in the process of fine-polishing my 'Asylum' ficlets, so you get the first one as a birthday fic. Only a drabble, and rather downbeat I'm afraid, but I hope you like it.
(Notes: This drabble contains spoilers for 'Spike:Asylum'. Also it won't actually make any sort of sense if you haven't read the book...)
Disclaimer: Spike belongs to Joss. Asylum belongs to Brian Lynch. I just like to play with the shiny toys...
It’s been more than a week since Bonnie and Richard Monaghan heard about the outbreak at Mosaic. Exact details are hard to come by, except of course that Spike was at the centre of it all and has now gone missing. The news left them reeling. Months worth of research, huge sums of money spent to catch their quarry - to put him away for good. Their final gesture for their daughter... and apparently all for nothing.
Then one morning the maid brings them a letter. Inside there is a single piece of paper, bearing only three words.
I’m sorry.
Spike