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appomattoxco, I honestly don't think this is what you wan
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agilebrit...but it's what came out. It's not even a drabble, and it's pretty dank and depressing.
Title: Gone
Author: babies stole my dingo (agilebrit)
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Rating: PG
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:appomattoxco wanted something to cheer her up, with a pairing that had character who'd died. I don't think this fits the bill, because it's anything but cheerful. But, hey, I wrote it, and here it is.
Notes: A depressing post-Chosen flashfic. Buffy thinks about Spike.
Strong arms enfolding me in a protective embrace. Smell of leather, liquor, blood, and smoke. English accent murmuring rough endearments into my ear. Safe. Warm. Shielded. I didn't have to be General Buffy with him. I could just be...Buffy. He knew all about my fears, my insecurities, the panic I couldn't show the others. I'd never been able to hide anything from him, even when we were mortal enemies. And he didn't care that I wasn't perfect. He simply loved me.
And now he's gone. He's dust and ash at the bottom of the Hellmouth, and he won't be coming back, not this time. I've never contemplated a universe without him in it. He was always there, with a cigarette and a sarcastic remark. Pushing me to do things I should--and shouldn't--do. Alternately infuriating and charming, I could always count on him to say the exact right or the exact wrong thing.
And now he's gone. A world without Spike--it's like a world without air. I don't know how I still breathe. But I do. That seems wrong, somehow. I'm the Slayer. It's my job to die to save the world. Not his. He was supposed to go on forever. He was supposed to be there, watching over Dawn and the rest of the Scoobies, after I was dead. Watching over their kids, watching the grandkids grow up. Being the roguish uncle. That was his role.
And now he's gone.
And I don't know what to do.
Mood is "annoyed" because really, who wants to write depressing, dank fic like this before lunch?
Title: Gone
Author: babies stole my dingo (agilebrit)
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Rating: PG
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:
appomattoxco wanted something to cheer her up, with a pairing that had character who'd died. I don't think this fits the bill, because it's anything but cheerful. But, hey, I wrote it, and here it is.Notes: A depressing post-Chosen flashfic. Buffy thinks about Spike.
Strong arms enfolding me in a protective embrace. Smell of leather, liquor, blood, and smoke. English accent murmuring rough endearments into my ear. Safe. Warm. Shielded. I didn't have to be General Buffy with him. I could just be...Buffy. He knew all about my fears, my insecurities, the panic I couldn't show the others. I'd never been able to hide anything from him, even when we were mortal enemies. And he didn't care that I wasn't perfect. He simply loved me.
And now he's gone. He's dust and ash at the bottom of the Hellmouth, and he won't be coming back, not this time. I've never contemplated a universe without him in it. He was always there, with a cigarette and a sarcastic remark. Pushing me to do things I should--and shouldn't--do. Alternately infuriating and charming, I could always count on him to say the exact right or the exact wrong thing.
And now he's gone. A world without Spike--it's like a world without air. I don't know how I still breathe. But I do. That seems wrong, somehow. I'm the Slayer. It's my job to die to save the world. Not his. He was supposed to go on forever. He was supposed to be there, watching over Dawn and the rest of the Scoobies, after I was dead. Watching over their kids, watching the grandkids grow up. Being the roguish uncle. That was his role.
And now he's gone.
And I don't know what to do.
Mood is "annoyed" because really, who wants to write depressing, dank fic like this before lunch?
