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PassionsDawn came home to find the house in something of a state.

Empty bottles were scattered throughout the living room and odd broken items were lying about. A broken bottle was under the coffee table, what may have been a cup, or possibly a plate, was in the sink, there were droplets of blood near the microwave and it looked like the boxes of cereal had decided to explode en masse. The trail of destruction led to the basement, where Spike was hammering away at the punching bag.

"What's going on?" Spike hit the bag with an unrelenting rhythm. Dawn was about to repeat her question when he stopped.

Without looking at her, Spike marched up the stairs, his steps heavy enough to shake the structure. "Get a bag packed. We're heading to LA."

"What?" Dawn ran after Spike.

"Bag. Now. Let's go."

"No." Dawn stood her ground, arms folded across her chest and a look of fierce determination on her face. "Tell me what's going on." She carefully enunciated each word.

"Timmy's dead. I'm going to LA to turn him." Spike shrugged into his coat and pulled his car keys from a pocket.

"Timmy?" Dawn didn't know a Timmy. The only Timmy she'd even heard of was a character on a bad soap opera that Spike and her mother loved. The shoe dropped. "Not Timmy from Passions? They killed him off?" It had taken a while but she'd finally weaned herself off the appalling, yet strangely addictive show and she wasn't familiar with the current story lines.

"Yes. No." Spike was getting more and more worked up. "Yeah, they killed him off, but that never means anything on Passions. The actor died. Come on, let's go, we have places to be, people to turn." He took her elbow and maneuvered her towards the door.

Dawn gently but firmly removed Spike's hand and took his keys. "Spike. I'm pretty sure you can't make a vampire out of somebody who's already dead." She led him to the bathroom. "Now let's get you cleaned up. There may be more alcohol on your outside than your inside and I think you have Rice Krispies in your hair."

Spike went along without argument, Dawn always made things make sense. Except the Rice Krispies, he was sure there were none in the house. He'd have to ask her about that. When he was feeling a bit better.

15minuteficletsword #64: bathtub
Tags: dawn summers, fan fiction, fiction, spike
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