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agilebritTitle: Africa
Author: babies stole my dingo (agilebrit)
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Rating: PG-13
Length: Short-short (under 1000 words)
Disclaimer: Joss is the genius behind these characters; I am but a lowly follower. I make no money from any of this, so please don't sue me.
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multifandom1000's "Playlist" challenge. This also satisfies ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ludditerobot's request way back when for a Xander and Faith conversation post-Chosen.
Notes: I'm lame, I have no playlist, but Toto's "Africa" is one of my favorite songs (which, I'm sure, makes me even lamer). And this is a one-shot. Which means I'm done with it, unless the Muse gives me something more for it--which she hasn't done. Not that my flist doesn't know what a "one-shot" is, but I've gotten two reviews at FFN basically saying "nice start!" My own fault, I guess, for writing fics with open-ended endings, and I'm rambling now so I'll just shut up and let you read the fic.
I raised my face towards the night sky as the first drops of the African rains splattered down. The long, dry summer had been hard on the natives, and the sun had turned me as brown as a nut as I searched Tanzania for new Slayers.
The drums echoed through the village, welcoming the rain and the midnight Cessna, coming in with supplies. Kaleidoscope clouds overhead alternately hid and exposed the full moon and the stars, which seemed closer to the Earth than it was possible for them to be. Even after all this time, I still wasn't used to that.
I walked out to meet the plane and help get the supplies under cover before the rain really started coming down. I was supposed to meet a passenger as well, although, knowing her reliability...Stop that, I told myself. She's not that person anymore. One of the village elders stopped and looked at me, then gestured toward the Cessna. Hurry, he seemed to say. There's not much time. I broke into a trot.
The door behind the high wing of the 206 opened, and Faith stepped out. She smiled when she saw me and gave me a little wave. "Hey, Xan," she said, turning back toward the door and grabbing an armload of provisions.
"Faith," I answered, taking them from her.
After the supplies were safely under cover, we sat stiffly in my hut on the outskirts of the village, sipping water and listening to the thunder rumble. "So, what's the what?" Faith finally asked. "B said you had a deal here and needed me."
"Yeah." I ran my hand through my hair, which I'd allowed to grow long. "Thing is...I need out. Badly. Not just a vacation from Africa. Out completely."
"Whoa, Xan." Faith put her water bottle down. "But I can't stay. I have stuff in Cleveland. Why didn't you tell B that you needed a replacement?"
"It would have been way with the awkwardness and the questions and the guilt trip."
"Yeah, she's real good at that." She jumped to her feet. "Look, I just spent the better part of twenty hours on airplanes. I need to go out and kill something. Wanna show me the good spots?"
Half an hour later, we found a nest of N'shaynish demons and started taking them apart. Faith, as always, was graceful as a dancer as she spun and sliced and kicked her way through them. I was more brute-forcey guy, but I got the job done.
Then a demon jumped me from behind, just as I finished off what I thought was my last one. I hunched my back and threw it off me. Before it could get up, I was pounding it, kicking it, cutting it to pieces as a red haze clouded my vision and the rain poured down. Demon parts flew around the little patch of grassland, and blood and goo splattered for yards in every direction. And still I kept on while the Cape Hunting Dogs circled around restlessly and barked at us. I think I was screaming.
"Xan! Xander!" Faith's voice sounded like it was coming from a long way off, but it brought me back. "Xander?" She reached out to touch me as my shoulders slumped and I looked around at the carnage. What was left of the last demon was a sticky green carpet of sludge on the ground.
My legs refused to hold me up, and I collapsed. "Oh. Oh, God. I did it again." I put my face in my hands as Faith stroked my shaking back and made soothing noises.
"C'mon, Xan. Let's get back to the village and get you cleaned up." Her voice was surprisingly gentle.
Back in the hut, she handed me a towel. "You wanna tell me what that was? Because, damn, man, I thought I got into the whole Slaying gig. That? Was something on a whole other level. I'm not ashamed to say that you just scared the shit out of me."
"What do you think it does to me?" I said desperately. "That's why I need to get out. I've become a scary thing in my own nightmares, Faith." I set the towel, now soaked in rainwater and demon slime, aside, and stripped off yet another ruined shirt.
"Yeah. I get that." She did, and that was why I'd asked for her. "Get some sleep, Xan. I'll talk to Buffy in the morning."
Later that night, I woke up gasping and sweating from yet another bad dream. This time was different, though. This time, calming hands caressed my hair, and a soft voice spoke in my ear, and a warm body curled up next to me and held me tight and safe.
And for the first time in a long time, I thought that maybe, just maybe, I was going to be okay again.
Author: babies stole my dingo (agilebrit)
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Rating: PG-13
Length: Short-short (under 1000 words)
Disclaimer: Joss is the genius behind these characters; I am but a lowly follower. I make no money from any of this, so please don't sue me.
Written for:
multifandom1000's "Playlist" challenge. This also satisfies ludditerobot's request way back when for a Xander and Faith conversation post-Chosen.Notes: I'm lame, I have no playlist, but Toto's "Africa" is one of my favorite songs (which, I'm sure, makes me even lamer). And this is a one-shot. Which means I'm done with it, unless the Muse gives me something more for it--which she hasn't done. Not that my flist doesn't know what a "one-shot" is, but I've gotten two reviews at FFN basically saying "nice start!" My own fault, I guess, for writing fics with open-ended endings, and I'm rambling now so I'll just shut up and let you read the fic.
I raised my face towards the night sky as the first drops of the African rains splattered down. The long, dry summer had been hard on the natives, and the sun had turned me as brown as a nut as I searched Tanzania for new Slayers.
The drums echoed through the village, welcoming the rain and the midnight Cessna, coming in with supplies. Kaleidoscope clouds overhead alternately hid and exposed the full moon and the stars, which seemed closer to the Earth than it was possible for them to be. Even after all this time, I still wasn't used to that.
I walked out to meet the plane and help get the supplies under cover before the rain really started coming down. I was supposed to meet a passenger as well, although, knowing her reliability...Stop that, I told myself. She's not that person anymore. One of the village elders stopped and looked at me, then gestured toward the Cessna. Hurry, he seemed to say. There's not much time. I broke into a trot.
The door behind the high wing of the 206 opened, and Faith stepped out. She smiled when she saw me and gave me a little wave. "Hey, Xan," she said, turning back toward the door and grabbing an armload of provisions.
"Faith," I answered, taking them from her.
After the supplies were safely under cover, we sat stiffly in my hut on the outskirts of the village, sipping water and listening to the thunder rumble. "So, what's the what?" Faith finally asked. "B said you had a deal here and needed me."
"Yeah." I ran my hand through my hair, which I'd allowed to grow long. "Thing is...I need out. Badly. Not just a vacation from Africa. Out completely."
"Whoa, Xan." Faith put her water bottle down. "But I can't stay. I have stuff in Cleveland. Why didn't you tell B that you needed a replacement?"
"It would have been way with the awkwardness and the questions and the guilt trip."
"Yeah, she's real good at that." She jumped to her feet. "Look, I just spent the better part of twenty hours on airplanes. I need to go out and kill something. Wanna show me the good spots?"
Half an hour later, we found a nest of N'shaynish demons and started taking them apart. Faith, as always, was graceful as a dancer as she spun and sliced and kicked her way through them. I was more brute-forcey guy, but I got the job done.
Then a demon jumped me from behind, just as I finished off what I thought was my last one. I hunched my back and threw it off me. Before it could get up, I was pounding it, kicking it, cutting it to pieces as a red haze clouded my vision and the rain poured down. Demon parts flew around the little patch of grassland, and blood and goo splattered for yards in every direction. And still I kept on while the Cape Hunting Dogs circled around restlessly and barked at us. I think I was screaming.
"Xan! Xander!" Faith's voice sounded like it was coming from a long way off, but it brought me back. "Xander?" She reached out to touch me as my shoulders slumped and I looked around at the carnage. What was left of the last demon was a sticky green carpet of sludge on the ground.
My legs refused to hold me up, and I collapsed. "Oh. Oh, God. I did it again." I put my face in my hands as Faith stroked my shaking back and made soothing noises.
"C'mon, Xan. Let's get back to the village and get you cleaned up." Her voice was surprisingly gentle.
Back in the hut, she handed me a towel. "You wanna tell me what that was? Because, damn, man, I thought I got into the whole Slaying gig. That? Was something on a whole other level. I'm not ashamed to say that you just scared the shit out of me."
"What do you think it does to me?" I said desperately. "That's why I need to get out. I've become a scary thing in my own nightmares, Faith." I set the towel, now soaked in rainwater and demon slime, aside, and stripped off yet another ruined shirt.
"Yeah. I get that." She did, and that was why I'd asked for her. "Get some sleep, Xan. I'll talk to Buffy in the morning."
Later that night, I woke up gasping and sweating from yet another bad dream. This time was different, though. This time, calming hands caressed my hair, and a soft voice spoke in my ear, and a warm body curled up next to me and held me tight and safe.
And for the first time in a long time, I thought that maybe, just maybe, I was going to be okay again.
