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Spike is not bloody Casper (notbloodycasper) wrote in wariscoming,
@ 2012-10-12 12:10:00

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spike, the doctor (metacrisis)

ghost!Spike & Handy
Thursday nightish, October 11, 2012; Streets of Lawrence
Spike's arrival.
TBD/Incomplete

"You Powers That Be've got a real sick sense of humor, you know that?"

One minute he was sacrificing himself to save the world, the next he was in a law firm in Los Angeles. Spike wasn't sure what the bloody hell his life even was any more, aside from confusing as hell. Which is, ironically, where he thought he'd end up. Then again, Angel was around and that was enough hell for him to endure, wasn't it? But no. That was not enough. He was also now apparently a ghost. Great.

Between the bickering and the confusion, the only thing that was figured out was that no one knew what was going on. Fred was just suggesting that maybe the Powers That Be had sent him here for some higher purpose when he started to fade out and then, entirely disappeared, only to reappear again a few moments later. This was going to be a problem. And he knew exactly who to blame.

"You!" Spike shouted, pointing at Angel, "this is all your fault!"

"Mine?" Angel's tone demanded an explanation to come along with that accusation.

"You brought that bloody amulet to Sunnydale. Would've been the one to use it too, if you hadn't chickened out."

"What did you--"

But Angel's statement went unfinished as Spike barreled on, "You heard me! Left town in the nick of time, didn't you? Before the death and the mayhem, abandonded the woman you claimed to love."

Angel's eyes set into a narrowed glare at Spike's assumption. "She made that call, it wasn't my choice."

"And this bloody hell wasn't mine." He declared, annoyed. "I'm not you, I don't give a piss about atonement or destiny. Just because I got me a soul doesn't mean I'm gonna let myself be led around by--"

"Excuse me?" Fred interjected and Wes went on to add, "Did you just say Spike has a soul? Angel, you never said..."

"Didn't seem worth mentioning," Angel said dismissively, another shrug rolling across his shoulders.

Spike's eyebrows shot up at that. "Or maybe Captain Forehead was feeling a little less special. Didn't like me crashing his exclusive club. Another vampire with a soul in the world."

"You're not in the world, Casper." was the last comment Spike heard before he was suddenly not in the office at Wolfram & Hart. Once again, transported somewhere else.

"Oh, come on!" He threw his hands up in annoyance. "What the bloody hell is this?!" He shouted up at the sky. "You Powers That Be've got a real sick sense of humor, you know that?"

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headingforthis
2012-10-12 05:17 am UTC (link)

The Metacrisis Doctor knew that Rose was right - he really shouldn’t have been hiding the way he had been. Had he been himself, he would have been out the day he had arrived in Lawrence, talking to people and poking at things he shouldn’t and getting involved in everything. But he wasn’t himself anymore; there was too much human in him. Too much of Donna, though he refused to acknowledge it. He had hoped that it would be like regenerating, that he just needed a day or so to get his bearings and figure out where he stood. But that day stretched into a week stretched into a month and then some, and he could not seem to focus.

Being outside the TARDIS just seemed to exacerbate the problem. It was uncomfortable at best, dizzying to the point where he felt nearly ill at worst. It was difficult, trying to try and acclimate himself to not feeling the earth turning under his feet, to feeling time creep by in seconds all around him. He wasn’t sure if it was more the dampened Time Lord senses or the upgraded human senses that were getting confused, but the blend was not settling easily at all.

The TARDIS shielded him from all that, and for a while, he had been content to shut himself away. But the hiding was getting old fast. Time Lord or human, he was used to being on the move - new places, new problems, and new people, all the time. So after Rose called him out on it, he started to really try pushing back the discomfort and get himself involved with the other displaced in Lawrence.

He had taken some shifts at the medbay, and was rather pleased when he was able to cover it without too much difficulty. It felt good to be doing something again, to be helping and being social. He hadn‘t quite realized just how bad he had been until then. It was getting a bit easier now, and he had even started to explore the town a bit, wandering around until his head started to pound and then retreating to the shelter of the TARDIS again.

He was out on one of these jaunts again, wandering around some of the less crowded streets in Lawrence, when he heard someone yelling. The Doctor stopped and backpedaled, peeking back around the corner he’d just turned. A man in leather with bleached blond hair was standing there, shouting up into the air. The Doctor stepped a bit closer. “Hello there! Having some sort of trouble?”

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notbloodycasper
2012-10-12 06:07 am UTC (link)

He heard the footsteps doubling back before the voice and Spike turned to look at him. "Yeah, I'm havin' a whole heap of trouble, actually." he said, sniping at the man. Where the hell was he? He couldn't spot anything familiar around, least of all the man that had greeted him. He looked harmless, though.

"Maybe you could tell me where the bloody hell I am, yeah?" Spike tilted his head to look at him again. "Seem to have....gotten lost." Explaining the supernatural to humans who weren't already in the know was too risky and tiresome for him to even entertain the idea of trying at this point.

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