Disclaimer: Don't own the boys, haven't even been able to take em out and play with em like I like to, lately.
Summary: Spike wakes up alone, then gets some bad news.
Feedback: Of course. Anything you're willing to provide, I'll take it all. May not heed it, but speak yer piece, dudes.
AN: Major angst in the space of, like, three lines. NO. I don't plan to leave it like that. Rest assured, for my next prompt is 'bored.'
OH and the link goes back to my journal.