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03 May 2004 @ 01:22 am
Drabbles on a Book, for open_on_sunday challenge #58 - Books
Author: darkhavens
Pairing: S/X
Rating: G
Summary: Aaaaaaaaaaw
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: No ownership claimed, no money made.

It always ends up as a drabblefic!

I wrote the first one, posted and then tried to move on... it didn't work. So here is the story of a book, in six drabbles, and I included the original drabble cos I can't be bothered going back and finding the links from each journal I x-post this to. ;o)

Chapter One: The Secret

It lived under the mattress. Pushed way, way to the middle of the bed, up under the pillows where it couldn’t be noticed if, say, the weight of two people, bouncing wildly, was to land awkwardly on a corner.

It only came out after all the precautions had been taken: bolts slid home, door chain secured, TV or radio turned off so he couldn’t miss the first tell-tale sounds of company arriving.

It was more precious than any family bible; it was his deepest, darkest secret.

Spike settled on the bed and reverently opened his notebook.

An Ode, to Xander

Chapter Two: The Discovery

He discovered it by accident.

A freak storm sent everyone home from the site, and even after he’d finished the paperwork he still got home two hours earlier than usual, eager for some afternoon delight. But Spike was out.

The message on the machine told him where and why: kitten poker, big pot, rich business demons from out of town. The note on the fridge told him when to expect his lover back.

So he watched afternoon TV, and learned some stuff, and decided to flip the mattress.

But he didn’t. Because then Spike would realize he’d found the notebook…

Chapter Three: A Secret Kept

Sometimes, when he knows for certain that Spike will be gone for hours, he will carefully ease the battered notebook out of it’s hiding place and read the poems, odes and sonnets within, and marvel at his love.

It isn’t that they are fantastically well written, or even something that would be accepted for publication into one of the underground poetry magazines he pretends not to notice, hidden among the junk mail and catalogues piled beneath the coffee table.

No. What stuns him, leaves him speechless and overwhelmed, is the fact that they are all about him.

Every. Single. One.

Chapter Four: Suspicions

The notebook was almost half-filled (about four years old) when Spike first began to wonder.

The page that held his latest efforts, entitled “Chocolate Orbs” and “Workman’s Hands”, had a tiny smudge of something that smelled suspiciously of, well, chocolate, in the upper right-hand corner, where a finger might just brush as it turned the page.

But he couldn’t quite remember when he’d eaten that last Cadbury’s Flake, purchased, with the others, in celebration of Xander’s promotion and his very well earned raise.

So he put the thought aside, for now, and concentrated on his latest opus…

“His Beating Heart”.

Chapter Five: A Secret Shared

The book grew old and ratty, dog-eared corners, crumpled cover and cracked spine.

The secret was an open one by now, both knew, but not a word was said on either side. Spike still wrote quite regularly, hid behind the locks and bolts and chains. And Xander stole his moments well to read the latest that was writ inside.

Spike made sure that Xander had his time alone to read, and Xander always told his mate of plans to flip the mattress, make the bed, and even, due to hard wear, buy a new one.

They hugged their secret close.

Chapter Six: The Exchange

The years had passed; the book had aged much more than either lover. An anniversary came and gifts were sought to touch the heart.

So on the day, the dinner gone, dessert a chocolate memory, parcels were exchanged with lingering touches, heated glances and soft smiles.

In one, a beauty, leather-bound with gold leaf on the cover: “Dedicated To My One True Love, To Xander Mine”. Inside, the work of years of secret stolen hours, hand-written and still dog-eared, but still precious to them both.

The other? It too was leather-bound, and quite expensive. And almost empty.

Keep Writing, Will

feeling: creativecreative
paperk8paperk8 on May 3rd, 2004 02:41 am (UTC)
Utterly lovely.

darkhavensdarkhavens on May 3rd, 2004 02:59 am (UTC)
Thank you. :o)
Bunny O'Harebunnyohare on May 3rd, 2004 04:24 am (UTC)
Aaw. Very nice series. :) ::pets your fic::
darkhavensdarkhavens on May 3rd, 2004 04:41 am (UTC)
Hee! Thank you.

So, if I were to say that I had 'An Ode, To Xander', from the first drabble, all typed up and sitting here on my desktop while I try to decide whether to talk myself into or out of posting it...
Bunny O'Harebunnyohare on May 3rd, 2004 04:51 am (UTC)
I would ask if it contained the word effulgent. lol Post it if you want to, I'll give it a read. :)
darkhavensdarkhavens on May 3rd, 2004 05:53 am (UTC)
I couldn't bring myself to even contemplate using effulgent. :op

But I'm posting it... thanks!
tabaquitabaqui on May 3rd, 2004 06:01 am (UTC)
Ooh. *sniffle*
That was so...sweet, and so...perfect. Exactly what a closet romantic would do... Love it.
darkhavensdarkhavens on May 3rd, 2004 06:06 am (UTC)
Re: book...
Hee! Thank you. And Spike is most definitely a true romantic, though he'd probably threaten to rip out your lungs for suggesting it. ;op
tabaquitabaqui on May 3rd, 2004 06:38 am (UTC)
Re: book...
Well, that's so... But he didn't mind playing the romantic for Dru, and he would have for Buffy if she hadn't been such a... Well, such a bitch.
Sheesh. This journal thing - it's a labyrinth, i tell you!
And i don't think i'm gonna find David Bowie at the center, damnit. : )
darkhavensdarkhavens on May 3rd, 2004 06:54 am (UTC)
Re: book...
"he didn't mind playing the romantic for Dru, and he would have for Buffy"

True, very true.

Sheesh. This journal thing - it's a labyrinth, i tell you!

With many many strings to follow, but I haven't seen any minotaurs for a while.

And i don't think i'm gonna find David Bowie at the center, damnit. : )

There's a center? Why don't people tell me these things? ;op
tabaquitabaqui on May 3rd, 2004 12:09 pm (UTC)
Well, at least i don't have to be afraid of being trampled!
But, damnit... Can't seem to just view stuff very easily... this message i'm replying to, for instance - could only find it by doing a reply! Grrrr... just a little annoying.
Slow but steady, i'm sure...

And ummm, yeah - the center. Well, i just GUESS at a center, 'cause...David Bowie! Hehe.
darkhavensdarkhavens on May 3rd, 2004 05:36 pm (UTC)
Re: book...
If you don't want to have to keep going back into message threads to reply (it is possible to lose track very easily) you can set LJ to email you with every response that is made to something you post, either an entry or a reply to someone else. In the email there are various links to click which will let you view the discussion, view all comments on the entry, delete the comment (if it's in your journal) or reply.

It makes my life simpler, cos I'm always commenting all over the place and I'd never remember to go back and check.

If you ever get completely lost (or find the center and therefore David Bowie!) drop me a note in my journal, just reply to any post I've made, and I'll try and give you a hand. :o)
tabaquitabaqui on May 3rd, 2004 10:14 pm (UTC)
Re: book...
I am very slowly figuring it out. I'm not actually spending much time on it, is why it's so hard.
I'm trying very hard to get 'Letters' and 'Little Runaway' done before i get back to 'Changes' and i keep getting distracted! Damn all of you LJ people and your well-stocked Memory sites!!
darkhavensdarkhavens on May 3rd, 2004 10:59 pm (UTC)
Re: book...
Happy reading ::snerk::

And more fic? Yum! ::waits to see::
The Anti-OTP: Andrew sobeautiful (mirax_terrik)snowpuppies on May 3rd, 2004 07:35 am (UTC)

darkhavensdarkhavens on May 3rd, 2004 05:07 pm (UTC)
Thank you. :o)
Nashnashmaveric on May 3rd, 2004 11:26 am (UTC)
Awwwww the sweetness is beyond words. ::smooch:: Thank you for sharing sweetie.
darkhavensdarkhavens on May 3rd, 2004 05:36 pm (UTC)
Glad you enjoyed. :o) *smooch*
dancetomato on May 3rd, 2004 02:45 pm (UTC)
::happy sigh::
::schnuggles you::
darkhavensdarkhavens on May 3rd, 2004 05:22 pm (UTC)
::happy sigh::

Heehee! That seems to be a popular reaction. :o)

::schnuggles you back::
it only burns when I breathe: mysgodownsx1spikedluv on May 4th, 2004 02:21 am (UTC)
That was so sweet!!! I already read the Ode earlier on as I'm catching up on my flist - and it was beautiful, btw! - and I'm so glad to be able to read the inspiration for it. I love them!
darkhavensdarkhavens on May 4th, 2004 02:38 am (UTC)
Thank you, so much. :o)

The ode just wouldn't leave me alone once vampirefever made that evil innocent comment...

All through writing the rest of the drabbles I kept getting snippets of odiness ::snicker:: and I just had to get it out of my head. :op

I haven't written any poetry in about 10 years. o.O