Bittersweet (Game, Set and Match XIII -After 'The Long Way Home')

Buffy told me, yesterday.

Looked me in the eye, saying ‘If it weren’t for Ethan then I mightn't have made it out that funky dream-thing.’

I swear my heart missed a beat.

I’d long decided that my handing Ethan over had been overkill. After all, what had his response been, aside from ( Read more... )

Fitting (Game, Set and Match XII)

It’s fucking cold.

I could cheerfully kill the basted. Really.

All his hypocritical talk about wrong and right, good and evil…

Just trying to help, and look where it gets me. Kicked to the sodding streets at three in the morning.

The motel will be locked up tight as a rats arse.

Not the first time I’ve had to sleep rough ( Read more... )

Control (Game, Set and Match XI)

It was foolish. I’m meant to be an adult now -a grown-up.

Should be able to control my feelings, my desires, and my affections.

Everything that I’m meant to be about comes back to control.

This can only ever end in disaster.

Foolish of me to accept Ethan’s offered drink, worse that I allowed myself to be played and ( Read more... )

Ease (Game, Set and Match X)

Fake laughter.

Not sure whom Ethan thinks he’s fooling; it’s not me.

There’s not so much water gone under that bridge that I can’t recognize pain or loneliness.

It’d be so easy to reach across the table, drink forgotten, to grasp Ethan’s hand.

To ask him back to my place -no promises, expectations, or false hopes.

We’re ( Read more... )

Touch (Game, Set and Match IX (A New Man))
A.N Amendment -This was going to be twelve drabbels, but I've done one more, just to round things off.

One touch is all that it would take; to speak to what was so long hidden, so long gone.

One touch, gentle but sure; to reassure and reaffirm. To make everything certain.

One light squeeze of a shoulder, to ( Read more... )

Passion (Game, Set and Match VIII)

Been a long time since I last saw that hunger, and fire, and lust in Ripper’s eyes.

Last time, the only trace of it was in anger, which he’d turned on me as savagely as he could -a tiny chip in Rupert’s stone-hard shell.

He’d always liked to make me bleed.

And I’d always loved his passion.

Seeing that boy; Ripper Giles ( Read more... )

High (Game, Set and Match VII)
(Set during Band Candy)

It’s one hell of a rush, it really is. Better then any high from the good ol’ days.

Been years since I last felt this alive.

Dunno why I ever stopped. There’s no fun in being a tweedy Watcher.

Last thing I ever wanted was to become a mirror of my stiff-neck father.

The box of fags that Ethan left ( Read more... )

Order (Game, Sat and Match VI)

I turned away from chaos, and darkness, and pain, because in the end the cost of doing what I wanted outweighed and small benefit.

As much as I gave, it tried to take more.

And in the end, it was a life; although not mine that was the price.

I couldn’t risk any other innocent -or not so innocent- lives.

And especially not ( Read more... )

Chaos (Game, Set and Match V)

I first chose chaos because it’s mailable, just like I want to be these days.

If I’d been mailable and open to change before, then I’d have never found myself pining over some lost lover like a sick dog.

Chaos is all about change. The changes that you make happen.

If you’re at the ships helm, on top of the wave, then it ( Read more... )

Straight (Game, Set and Match IV)

Most of the time these days I kept my tea straight as my life, and my whiskey bottles just for show.

But today isn’t most of the time.

I’d tried for so long to forget Ethan, what he’d meant to me once; those rare unguarded moments when he’d let me in as far as I had him, the blazing rows, the tender touches afterwards ( Read more... )