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Title: Learn to be Lonely Chapter 21/?
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chocgood84
Rating: NC-17 for brief violence and sexual content
Pairing: BtVS Spike/Xander
Author’s Note: Yes, I am aware that the timeline is a little screwed up and that Giles didn’t own the Magic Box until after Adam and after Dawn arrived. But in my reality, who’s Dawn? Adam what? Also, a huge spanking thanks tokitty_poker1 for being my official L2BL beta.
Disclaimer: These character’s aren’t mine, never were; I don’t get any profit for this hobby, so don’t sue – Thanks.
Warning: Brief violence, nudity, and hetero and homo sexual content and situations. And some h0t man-luvin.
This can also be found in my LJ Memories, as well as on my website.
Postcards received by Rupert Giles of Sunnydale, California, sporadically throughout the month of December:
Friday, November 29, 2002 Sunnydale, CA
Dear Giles,
I’m writing to you because I think you might understand. Or at the very least I don’t think you would do anything to hurt me. Spike says this isn’t smart, but I need to tell someone all of the things that have been happening to me, all the stuff I’m going to see. But even if you do show these to Willow, I’m going to be mailing them after we leave whatever town we’re in. Just…please don’t try to find us, okay? I need to do this. I just do. I hope you can understand, and maybe forgive me for bailing.
Please don’t be mad at me,
Xander
P.S. No, I am not possessed. I am of sound mind and body, or as sound as they ever were.
Saturday, November 30, 2002 Las Vegas, NE
Dear Giles,
It’s too bad you can’t see the car we’re driving, ’cause it’s a sweet ride. Even you would drool over it. Spike’s even letting me take turns driving, but he says I drive like an old church lady. We actually got it up to over 180 mph last night before we got into city limits!
Vegas is cool, but I’m not sure I’d actually take a vacation here. These people are crazy. I don’t think I’ve ever seen so many sunburned soccermoms in spandex wearing fanny packs and visors. It’s just ooky, is all. Can’t believe how many kids are around. Why would anyone take a 6 year old to Vegas?
-X
Sunday, December 1, 2002 Monroe, UT
G-Man,
So, Utah sucks. It is so boring. We’ve been here about three hours already and I’m ready to bash my head in with a hammer just for the fun of it. We didn’t even want to stop here, but the sun was coming up and we still haven’t found a way to keep Spike from frying in the car.
Man, I thought Sunnydale was bad. Ugh.
Still OK,
-X
Monday, December 2, 2002 Fruita, CO
G,
Can you believe there’s actually a town called Fruita? Spike almost got into a fight at the bar we went to earlier because he made some reference to one of the guy’s sexuality. I didn’t really catch it, though, because I was, you know, fleeing for my life. Here’s a tip from the Xanman: don’t go into a biker bar in a town called Fruita and call the bartender Fruity.
Ah, life on the road. Love it or, well, don’t.
-X
Tuesday, December 3, 2002 Parachute, CO
Giles,
I’ve decided that there is no such thing as actual snow. Like, real white cold stuff. This is Colorado, aren’t people supposed to come here to ski? Even the mountains are all…brown and stuff.
This is a cute little town, though. Did you ever see ‘Dante’s Peak’? This place kind of reminds me of that town. Only, not quite as you, you know, blow-upable.
Thought this postcard was cute. See how it’s shaped like a parachute?
You’re right – it’s lame.
Hope all is well,
-X
Thursday, December 5, 2002 Silverthorne, CO
G,
I finally convinced Spike to let me drive for more than a few miles. It was probably because he hadn’t slept for about 30 hours. He says I drive like, um, you. Actually, his exact words were “Even the bloody Watcher could drive better!” I’m pretty sure that’s bad on both our parts. Oh, well.
Nothing else to report here. The weather’s getting colder, though! I had to break out a sweater this morning.
Don’t get eaten by any demons,
-X
Saturday, December 7, 2002 Denver, CO
Giles,
This is the biggest city we’ve crossed through since Vegas. By biggest, I mean spread out. I think there might actually be more people in Sunnydale. It’s so weird.
Apparently, though, there’s a pretty big demon population ‘round these parts. We were attacked on the way into town this morning by a gang of vamps. We’re both okay but, boy, am I sore now. I’ve got a big bruise on my back, and a killer headache. Spike says he feels better, though, since it’s been a while since he’s had any action.
We’re going out to one of the clubs tonight. Should be some fun; we both need to blow off some steam. Being cooped up in that car for too long is making us both a little…anxious.
Be Well,
-X
Tuesday, December 10, 2002 Hershey, NE
G,
This is so not fair. So, so not fair. The place is named Hershey for God’s sake.
Apparently, you were right. There are more hellmouths. This is one. Words cannot express how sad I am.
Anyway, Spike says we’re gassing up, napping and moving on. This one isn’t as active as Sunnydale, but he doesn’t want to take any chances.
Stupid hellmouths,
-X
Wednesday, December 11, 2002 Cozad, NE
G,
Talk about a poedunk little town. There’s a factory, a Burger King and a couple of strip malls. Oh, and a Super Wal-Mart.
I wonder how people live in places like this without throwing themselves in front of their tractors.
-X
Sunday, December 15, 2002 Shelby, IA
Giles,
I thought Cozad was bad. Cozad’s a sprawling metropolis compared to this town. And we’ve been stuck here for about three days. Spike blew the transmission of the car trying to do his own stunts to get away from the highway patrol. We got away, sure. But…then we got stuck here. The car should be fixed by tomorrow afternoon, but in the meantime, me and Spike are going crazy. Actually, he’s just driving me crazy. He’s bored. And when he’s bored his favorite thing to do is to annoy me. And then just when I’m about to find something sharp and wooden, he gives me his “who, me?” look. And I melt.
Stupid vampire charm.
-X
Tuesday, December 18, 2002 Moline, IL
G,
So you know what’s in Iowa? Nothing. Some cows and corn, and nothing. We just crossed over the Mississippi into Illinois a little bit ago. Not that this is much better, but still. The hotel we’re staying at – get this – is called ‘The Stardust.’ It’s cute and all, but jeeze. At leastthere are people here. Granted, the only fun thing to do around here, I’m told, is to cruise the one-ways downtown along the river, or go to the District in the Rock Island. Not really sure what that is, but it sounds, uh, nice?
That’s the other thing weird about this place – it’s called the Quad Cities. I asked the gas station clerk why, and he said it’s because of the four cities all right next to each other. When I asked him which cities, he looked at me funny. I guess they don’t get too many people just passing through.
Oh, just so you know, don’t worry, but I’m not going to write for a while. Spike said we’re halfway through the country, and he knows where we’re going, so I can’t leave a trail. As soon as we set up somewhere, I’ll try email, maybe.
Thanks for everything, Giles,
-X
Author:
chocgood84Rating: NC-17 for brief violence and sexual content
Pairing: BtVS Spike/Xander
Author’s Note: Yes, I am aware that the timeline is a little screwed up and that Giles didn’t own the Magic Box until after Adam and after Dawn arrived. But in my reality, who’s Dawn? Adam what? Also, a huge spanking thanks to
kitty_poker1 for being my official L2BL beta.Disclaimer: These character’s aren’t mine, never were; I don’t get any profit for this hobby, so don’t sue – Thanks.
Warning: Brief violence, nudity, and hetero and homo sexual content and situations. And some h0t man-luvin.
This can also be found in my LJ Memories, as well as on my website.
Postcards received by Rupert Giles of Sunnydale, California, sporadically throughout the month of December:
Friday, November 29, 2002 Sunnydale, CA
Dear Giles,
I’m writing to you because I think you might understand. Or at the very least I don’t think you would do anything to hurt me. Spike says this isn’t smart, but I need to tell someone all of the things that have been happening to me, all the stuff I’m going to see. But even if you do show these to Willow, I’m going to be mailing them after we leave whatever town we’re in. Just…please don’t try to find us, okay? I need to do this. I just do. I hope you can understand, and maybe forgive me for bailing.
Please don’t be mad at me,
Xander
P.S. No, I am not possessed. I am of sound mind and body, or as sound as they ever were.
Saturday, November 30, 2002 Las Vegas, NE
Dear Giles,
It’s too bad you can’t see the car we’re driving, ’cause it’s a sweet ride. Even you would drool over it. Spike’s even letting me take turns driving, but he says I drive like an old church lady. We actually got it up to over 180 mph last night before we got into city limits!
Vegas is cool, but I’m not sure I’d actually take a vacation here. These people are crazy. I don’t think I’ve ever seen so many sunburned soccermoms in spandex wearing fanny packs and visors. It’s just ooky, is all. Can’t believe how many kids are around. Why would anyone take a 6 year old to Vegas?
-X
Sunday, December 1, 2002 Monroe, UT
G-Man,
So, Utah sucks. It is so boring. We’ve been here about three hours already and I’m ready to bash my head in with a hammer just for the fun of it. We didn’t even want to stop here, but the sun was coming up and we still haven’t found a way to keep Spike from frying in the car.
Man, I thought Sunnydale was bad. Ugh.
Still OK,
-X
Monday, December 2, 2002 Fruita, CO
G,
Can you believe there’s actually a town called Fruita? Spike almost got into a fight at the bar we went to earlier because he made some reference to one of the guy’s sexuality. I didn’t really catch it, though, because I was, you know, fleeing for my life. Here’s a tip from the Xanman: don’t go into a biker bar in a town called Fruita and call the bartender Fruity.
Ah, life on the road. Love it or, well, don’t.
-X
Tuesday, December 3, 2002 Parachute, CO
Giles,
I’ve decided that there is no such thing as actual snow. Like, real white cold stuff. This is Colorado, aren’t people supposed to come here to ski? Even the mountains are all…brown and stuff.
This is a cute little town, though. Did you ever see ‘Dante’s Peak’? This place kind of reminds me of that town. Only, not quite as you, you know, blow-upable.
Thought this postcard was cute. See how it’s shaped like a parachute?
You’re right – it’s lame.
Hope all is well,
-X
Thursday, December 5, 2002 Silverthorne, CO
G,
I finally convinced Spike to let me drive for more than a few miles. It was probably because he hadn’t slept for about 30 hours. He says I drive like, um, you. Actually, his exact words were “Even the bloody Watcher could drive better!” I’m pretty sure that’s bad on both our parts. Oh, well.
Nothing else to report here. The weather’s getting colder, though! I had to break out a sweater this morning.
Don’t get eaten by any demons,
-X
Saturday, December 7, 2002 Denver, CO
Giles,
This is the biggest city we’ve crossed through since Vegas. By biggest, I mean spread out. I think there might actually be more people in Sunnydale. It’s so weird.
Apparently, though, there’s a pretty big demon population ‘round these parts. We were attacked on the way into town this morning by a gang of vamps. We’re both okay but, boy, am I sore now. I’ve got a big bruise on my back, and a killer headache. Spike says he feels better, though, since it’s been a while since he’s had any action.
We’re going out to one of the clubs tonight. Should be some fun; we both need to blow off some steam. Being cooped up in that car for too long is making us both a little…anxious.
Be Well,
-X
Tuesday, December 10, 2002 Hershey, NE
G,
This is so not fair. So, so not fair. The place is named Hershey for God’s sake.
Apparently, you were right. There are more hellmouths. This is one. Words cannot express how sad I am.
Anyway, Spike says we’re gassing up, napping and moving on. This one isn’t as active as Sunnydale, but he doesn’t want to take any chances.
Stupid hellmouths,
-X
Wednesday, December 11, 2002 Cozad, NE
G,
Talk about a poedunk little town. There’s a factory, a Burger King and a couple of strip malls. Oh, and a Super Wal-Mart.
I wonder how people live in places like this without throwing themselves in front of their tractors.
-X
Sunday, December 15, 2002 Shelby, IA
Giles,
I thought Cozad was bad. Cozad’s a sprawling metropolis compared to this town. And we’ve been stuck here for about three days. Spike blew the transmission of the car trying to do his own stunts to get away from the highway patrol. We got away, sure. But…then we got stuck here. The car should be fixed by tomorrow afternoon, but in the meantime, me and Spike are going crazy. Actually, he’s just driving me crazy. He’s bored. And when he’s bored his favorite thing to do is to annoy me. And then just when I’m about to find something sharp and wooden, he gives me his “who, me?” look. And I melt.
Stupid vampire charm.
-X
Tuesday, December 18, 2002 Moline, IL
G,
So you know what’s in Iowa? Nothing. Some cows and corn, and nothing. We just crossed over the Mississippi into Illinois a little bit ago. Not that this is much better, but still. The hotel we’re staying at – get this – is called ‘The Stardust.’ It’s cute and all, but jeeze. At leastthere are people here. Granted, the only fun thing to do around here, I’m told, is to cruise the one-ways downtown along the river, or go to the District in the Rock Island. Not really sure what that is, but it sounds, uh, nice?
That’s the other thing weird about this place – it’s called the Quad Cities. I asked the gas station clerk why, and he said it’s because of the four cities all right next to each other. When I asked him which cities, he looked at me funny. I guess they don’t get too many people just passing through.
Oh, just so you know, don’t worry, but I’m not going to write for a while. Spike said we’re halfway through the country, and he knows where we’re going, so I can’t leave a trail. As soon as we set up somewhere, I’ll try email, maybe.
Thanks for everything, Giles,
-X
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Good chapter sweetie, and very convincing letters.
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