004 [Visual | Location: Castle Summers]

[bigbad]

Spike sits at a table, looking straight into the tablet. His arms are crossed, and he looks annoyed.

"All right, I'm looking for a girl," he says. "She was one of the people the Master took, long brown hair, very pretty, probably knows Drusilla. You all right, love?" He doesn't know her name, and he still feels bad about not pulling her out. But he had to take down Drusilla first.

He pauses for a moment, licking his lips, then leans forward. "Not actually her I need, though, I put my coat over her during the fight. It's a long, black leather duster, and I'm bloody attached to it. So whoever's got it, give it back."

He clicks off the transmission and sits back to wait for answers.

Comments

[voice]

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[sorry, man, he doesn't recognize your voice]

Oi! Don't think she did anything to you, did she?

[Voice]

[fireburned.livejournal.com]

[have a good deal of pausing, Doctor! He's still got the thickest American Southern accent around (apart from Sookie), and boy is his tone icy right now]

No more than you did.

[voice]

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Oh, are you still bitter about the bombs? Hasn't everyone had their go at me about those yet? She had nothing to do with them, leave her alone!

[Voice]

[fireburned.livejournal.com]

Are you also flippant 'bout convincing folks to die for your crazy plans?

[voice]

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[there's a very long pause]

Who are you?

[voice]

[fireburned.livejournal.com]

Somebody dead. Again. Thanks to you.

[voice]

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

John?

[Voice]

[fireburned.livejournal.com]

John's dead.

[Voice]

[bigbad]

Like that's ever stopped me. That your name, then? John?

[Voice]

[fireburned.livejournal.com]

No.

[Voice]

[bigbad]

Doctor seems to think it is.

[Voice]

[fireburned.livejournal.com]

He's working off information from a glitch. Nothing more.

[Voice]

[bigbad]

Then I guess you better give me some up-to-date information, shouldn't you, Johnny-boy?

[Voice]

[fireburned.livejournal.com]

[boy he sounds mad now. It's like this isn't entirely his fault or something]

It's Harvestman, you fucking asshole.

[Voice]

[bigbad]

Was that so hard?

[Voice]

[fireburned.livejournal.com]

Yeah, harder than fuck.

[Voice]

[bigbad]

I mean, Harvestman's hardly the best name I've ever heard, but why were you so against telling me?

[Voice]

[fireburned.livejournal.com]

Ask the goddamn vampires.

[Voice]

[bigbad]

...Well, the one you're talking to right now's got no clue. So you'll have to narrow down which vampire I should ask or tell me yourself. It's not like we're all the same.

[voice]

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

I was there, I remember.

[Voice]

[fireburned.livejournal.com]

Oh, you do. That's great. So tell me, Doctor - what is it about you people that makes it okay to forget the dying and the dead?

[voice]

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

I didn't want you to die, that's not what happened!

[Voice]

[fireburned.livejournal.com]

Now I don't remember much, being glitch and there was that whole dying thing, but from what I recall you talked an innocent, naive man into using a dangerous machine that got him killed. That you made.

So what did happen, or better yet, how the fuck is this not your fault?

[voice]

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[he hesitates]

It---

It was an accident.

[Voice]

[fireburned.livejournal.com]

Do you know what it feels like to die alone?