red wolf (redwolf) wrote,
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PokerDawn watched Spike as he wandered through the house. Checking the doors, the windows, making things safe. It would have taken half the time if he allowed her to help, but he always refused, claiming he worried she'd miss something. Didn't like that she was out of his sight, scared they might be seen.

She tolerated it now. It was easier than fighting him and the ritual calmed him, settling him down for the evening.

Finishing his rounds and satisfied that all the hatches were battened and they wouldn't be disturbed, Spike produced a deck of cards.

"Deal. Aces high."

open_on_sundaychallenge #46: doorways
Part of the Mischief!verse
Tags: dawn summers, fan fiction, fiction, mischief, spike
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