Travels With Spike
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tthdrabblesTitle: Travels With Spike
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Rating: PG (for ethnic English profanity)
Word Count: 100
Challenge: #84 anniversary
Fandom: Sherlock Holmes
Spoilers: Takes place sometime after the (televised) Angel series finale.
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and Fox own the Buffyverse characters; only the drabble's words are mine.
Illyria stared into the mist. “The view is spectacular.”
“Brings back memories,” Spike said.
“Oh? Good ones, I hope.”
“Not hardly. Lost a colleague last time I was here – hundred and eighteen years ago today – and the bloody git who staked him escaped.”
“Escaped? From you?”
“James stationed me ‘way the Hell up there.” Spike waved toward the clifftop behind them. “Git scarpered before I could get down.”
Illyria frowned. “That sounds . . . familiar. Have you told the story before?”
Spike snorted. “No – bloody Conan Doyle did. Got it all wrong, mind.”
“I see,” Illyria said, still admiring the Reichenbach Falls.
