Colorado Springs, Colorado (Stargate)
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I own the idea only. Joss owns Buffy, No suing please!Summary:
Five places Spike made his home (inter-connected 500 word drabbles)Acknowledgment(s):
Thanks to RevDorothyL and Orion for the reviews!Warning:
None that I know of.Colorado Springs, Colorado
He'd finished his Masters in San Francisco among the insanity that was the Charmed Ones final, destiny ending battle. The three witches had been teaching him magic along with Billie and, for that short time, Christy. He'd been the one to comfort the blonde after she'd had killed her sister protecting herself and he'd given her Dawn's email address if she ever needed to talk to someone about it. He hoped she'd use it eventually; when she wasn't being manipulated by evil, Billie was an okay chit.
The three witches, the blonde, Leo, the various husbands/boyfriends, and Dawn, who'd flown in for a “vacation,” had been the only ones at his graduation ceremony. He'd gotten his Masters in a year and a half, which had impressed his instructors. Piper had been more logical about it, saying at his party at their house that night that he had had nothing else to do, except learn magic and help them out.
“Is anyone sitting here?”
Spike looked up from his seat at the coffee shop to find a man standing before him, holding a cup of coffee in one hand and with a satchel over his shoulder. He quickly glanced around and realized every other table was full. He nodded, watching as the man sat down in relief.
“The bags heavy,” he told Spike. “And my car broke down so I have to wait for a ride.”
“Snow can be a killer on a good engine,” he agreed. “If I still had my DeSoto...”
He trailed off as the other man smiled back. He suddenly blinked. “Sorry, I didn't introduce myself, Dr. Daniel Jackson.”
“Doctor?” Spike asked, shaking the man's hand and introducing himself. “Of what?”
Daniel rattled off his degrees and smiled sheepishly, most likely because Spike knew his eyebrows had climbed into his forehead. That was a lot of degrees.
“What about you?” Daniel asked, sipping his coffee. “What are you working on?”
Spike looked down at his laptop, where he'd been typing. A throwaway comment by Paige before he'd left California had given him the idea but he hadn't actually told anyone what he was doing.
“I'm here to attend UCCS, to get my doctorate in English,” he said instead. “Victorian and Romantic Literature.”
“Hmmm, that's when Jane Austen wrote, right?” he asked and Spike nodded. “Doesn't answer my initial question though.”
“A novel,” he finally admitted, after studying the other man. “Its not...Victorian...exactly.”It starts during the era,
he reminded himself. Just doesn't end there.
“What is it about?”
And there it was.
“Um, well...a vampire from the Victorian era,” he admitted reluctantly, catching sight of those stupid Twilight books near the counter. “But he doesn't bloody sparkle!”
To his surprise, Daniel just asked what made this vampire different than the current trend. Spike smiled at the honest curiosity.
“Well, for one, he's not a push-over poof...”