Interesting. Believable too. I doubt Spike would live through sitting in a tree in the sun...

Good story and I liked the poem at the end.

This was a very well done, short angst piece. It is fun delving into Spike's pysche and I haven't read a fic dealing with his thoughts on Joyce's death. It was not overdone but perfectly conveyed the emotions that we see on the show in his eyes, emotions that are sometimes overlooked by the writers as far as expanding them. I really enjoyed that and hope to have Cradle to enjoy soon as well.

"And B/S, kinda" yeah right, only kinda eh? ;) hehe. Bravo, very nicely done, but then you knew that already didn't you? You're just too frelling good, thats your problem ;)

Seriously, you do angst the best hun, keep writing, I'll keep reading :)

Eve :-)

(And I really will *do* Cradle soon, promise. Perhaps if you send me a hard copy I'll not be able to avoid it so well ;))

"Strong. You have to be the strong one. Even if she doesn't want you to be." *sigh* Nice, very nice. The Angst Queen strikes again!

Sweet

Yay! It's Spike! And angst! Thank you :-)

Your shortest one to date, and I know I end up being sent a lot of them in the writing stage. Up to your usual standard entertaining and acurate to the show

...and the angst-fairy waved her magic wand and said 'Spike! Let thou be miserable henceforth!'. And Spike was miserable and talked about it, or at least thought about it, at great length, and we were very impressed for he did it in a manner which was most Spike-like with only a hint of healthy Victorian pretentiousness.

And the more I read those lyrics, the more I like them. Very appropriate...