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[stbethadettes]

With her bag of clothes slung over her shoulders, Beth lets her hand find Spike's as they walk down the stairs. After all that talk about leaving for Christmas, it's time for some action.

Now all she can do is hope he doesn't open the door and see the past again.

But if he does, she'll just have to close it again and distract him.

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[not_that_spike]

Spike doesn't look around to see who else might be in the bar: he doesn't give a damn. All he knows is that he's got his own heavy backpack on, and they've got passports and money cards and clothes and dried fruit and guns and ammo and smokes and lighters and with that combination and Beth by his side, he's ready for almost anything.

He's also pretty confident that this is going to work out just the way they want; there's no point in going into something with a defeatist attitude. Hell, Beth wants Christmas on Venus, he'll get it for her one way or another.

He promised to try, and there's no time like the present. With her hand tucked firmly into his, he gives her a quick and very appreciative glance before opening the door, waiting just one minute to make sure it's not yet another trick of the past replaying itself.

It all looks good. Dark and metallic and echoing and familiar, and the smallest of grins works its way onto his mouth before the two of them step through to 2071, or whatever year it is out there. He doesn't care. It's Christmas here, and they'll make it Christmas out there no matter what or where or when.