So. daughter #2 just threw up, therefore I'm not off to dance practice, and the trip to see Madagascar 2 that we had planned for the afternoon got cancelled. Oh well, gives me time to stick on my headphones and listen to music (to drown out the sounds of sqeaky kids' programs on TV) while writing.
I give you an incredibly shmoopy drabble set in the I-Spy-verse, about two or three days after I Spy. I was going to write about Ethan's time in Initiative custody but the story covers that angle already. Maybe I'll write a companion piece about Ethan's scars....
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Scars
„Tell me,“ Ethan said, mapping Spike’s eyebrow with sensitive fingertips. “Did you get this scar before you were turned?”
Spike lay still. “First Slayer I killed nicked my brow. Wound never healed. Later found out her sword was enchanted.”
“What about this one?” Ethan picked up Spike’s left hand to trace the thin scar inside his palm.
“Christmas bauble. I was two. Mother said I never let go. Was lucky none of the tendons got cut.”
Ethan rested his hand on Spike’s heart. “And this?”
Spike hesitated.
“Tell me. I want to know everything about you.”