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A while ago I was doing ten drabbles to celebrate my counter flipping. I sort of got sidetracked and never quite finished them.
This is the Spike/Wesley one. One more to do which is, umm, Giles/Wesley I think. Yes.
Lost Words Found
Spike tries to sound offhand and fails.
"Any book?"
Wesley nods, running a proprietary hand over a source book.
"Any published, yes. There's a nesting system of spells where we only need a copy of a library's index to have access to all its texts – why do you care?"
"What?" Spike sneers at him. "Like I do! Just making conversation."
Wesley's called away, but when he returns he sees the source book is misaligned. He opens it and calls up the last requested text, half-expecting erotica, a shameful curiosity stirring.
He blinks - privately published Victorian poetry? - and closes the book.
This is the Spike/Wesley one. One more to do which is, umm, Giles/Wesley I think. Yes.
Lost Words Found
Spike tries to sound offhand and fails.
"Any book?"
Wesley nods, running a proprietary hand over a source book.
"Any published, yes. There's a nesting system of spells where we only need a copy of a library's index to have access to all its texts – why do you care?"
"What?" Spike sneers at him. "Like I do! Just making conversation."
Wesley's called away, but when he returns he sees the source book is misaligned. He opens it and calls up the last requested text, half-expecting erotica, a shameful curiosity stirring.
He blinks - privately published Victorian poetry? - and closes the book.