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Dawn heard a shriek, a thump and the clatter of fortunately unbreakable cups from the kitchen and found Spike nursing a fat lip, while Rachel cleaned coffee from the floor.

"It nearly ran up my leg." Spike checked the floor carefully in case the rat was laying in wait. "Where'd it go?"

"I don't know. How many places could it hide?"

Dawn shook her head. "Rachel, have a chat with your demons, please." She had a sneaking suspicion this was related to a celebratory barbecue and kept wondering how the Retjulls had snuck a pig into the kitchen last year.


open_on_sundaychallenge #254: fat
open_on_sundaychallenge #255: rat
Part of the London!verse and the Wolf&Declán!verse


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11th Feb, 2008 20:28 (UTC)
Way to go all girly on me Spike. It's a rat man - pull yourself together!!

(I'm becoming hardened to the little perishers - I see so many out walking the dog)
11th Feb, 2008 21:29 (UTC)
It wasn't Spike who screamed. And I don't think they'll have to worry about it for long.
11th Feb, 2008 21:36 (UTC)
Okay did I read that waaay too fast then!!! *sends chocolate by way of apology*

*engages brain*
She encountered rat, cups flew, Spike was being all manly and protective.

Edited at 2008-02-11 21:39 (UTC)
11th Feb, 2008 21:43 (UTC)
And he got accidentally smacked in the face for his troubles.

Mmm... chocolate...
11th Feb, 2008 22:06 (UTC)
And he got accidentally smacked in the face for his troubles
Poor lamb...
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