FIC: Left Behind
TITLE: Left Behind
AUTHOR: Demona
SUMMARY: The Unification War takes another casualty.
SPOILER WARNING:
For Buffy: Set after AU after “Chosen”
For Firefly: Set before Firefly: the Series
RATING: FR13 - Dark fic
DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the characters in Buffy the Vampire Slayer and/or Angel the Series, they belong to Fox, the WB/UPN, Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, etc. The characters of Firefly belong to Mutant Enemy, Inc., Universal Pictures, and 20th Century Fox. The ideas and concepts in this story are mine entirely. Please do not copy or take this story without my permission.
FFA 1944 Dawn/Mal
The sound of gunfire grew silent as he stared deep into her eyes. There were so many words left unspoken. A lifetime worth of emotions traveled through their gazes.
“Get out of here Sergeant - that’s an order,” the filthy brunette screamed from behind a rock, her failing body on the ground. She was riddled with holes far too many now to fix.
The sound of gunfire returned with an audible pop. Several bullets just missed the soldier as he stood frozen in indecision. They came within inches of his face and body but he didn’t even flinch.
“I can’t leave you, Sir,” he argued.
“You better had. This valley isn’t going to hold itself. Forget about me, get the others to safety, save yourself,” she yelled and then coughed. Blood slowly trailed out of the corner of her mouth.
“Dawn…” he trailed off. The word held so much more than just a name. A blast exploded just to the right of him. The force knocked him to his knees.
“I’m dead, Mal. Save yourself, keep fighting.”
“We don’t leave anyone behind,” he argued.
It was a distance of a few feet that seemed like miles. She had fallen behind protecting the rear. Her body lay on the other side of a heavily guarded clearing. Distance and the Alliance made it impossible for a safe and successful rescue.
“I’ll be fine, I promise.” Tears welled up in her eyes. They threatened to spill over but she held fast. “Go,” she half-pleaded, half-ordered. More gunshots littered the ground. Dirt kicked up in her face.
He remembered the first time he had laid eyes on that face and decided right then and there that she was more dangerous than she let on. She had to be, to be where she was and fighting for what she believed in.
The soldier rose unsteadily to his feet, keeping his eyes on the woman before him. He studied her, memorized every detail he could, and then fled.
Seconds later the ground where he had been standing was at the bottom of a crater.
In his escape he missed the green glow envelope his Lieutenant before the bomb hit.
Sequel: Only a Matter of Time
AUTHOR: Demona
SUMMARY: The Unification War takes another casualty.
SPOILER WARNING:
For Buffy: Set after AU after “Chosen”
For Firefly: Set before Firefly: the Series
RATING: FR13 - Dark fic
DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the characters in Buffy the Vampire Slayer and/or Angel the Series, they belong to Fox, the WB/UPN, Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, etc. The characters of Firefly belong to Mutant Enemy, Inc., Universal Pictures, and 20th Century Fox. The ideas and concepts in this story are mine entirely. Please do not copy or take this story without my permission.
FFA 1944 Dawn/Mal
The sound of gunfire grew silent as he stared deep into her eyes. There were so many words left unspoken. A lifetime worth of emotions traveled through their gazes.
“Get out of here Sergeant - that’s an order,” the filthy brunette screamed from behind a rock, her failing body on the ground. She was riddled with holes far too many now to fix.
The sound of gunfire returned with an audible pop. Several bullets just missed the soldier as he stood frozen in indecision. They came within inches of his face and body but he didn’t even flinch.
“I can’t leave you, Sir,” he argued.
“You better had. This valley isn’t going to hold itself. Forget about me, get the others to safety, save yourself,” she yelled and then coughed. Blood slowly trailed out of the corner of her mouth.
“Dawn…” he trailed off. The word held so much more than just a name. A blast exploded just to the right of him. The force knocked him to his knees.
“I’m dead, Mal. Save yourself, keep fighting.”
“We don’t leave anyone behind,” he argued.
It was a distance of a few feet that seemed like miles. She had fallen behind protecting the rear. Her body lay on the other side of a heavily guarded clearing. Distance and the Alliance made it impossible for a safe and successful rescue.
“I’ll be fine, I promise.” Tears welled up in her eyes. They threatened to spill over but she held fast. “Go,” she half-pleaded, half-ordered. More gunshots littered the ground. Dirt kicked up in her face.
He remembered the first time he had laid eyes on that face and decided right then and there that she was more dangerous than she let on. She had to be, to be where she was and fighting for what she believed in.
The soldier rose unsteadily to his feet, keeping his eyes on the woman before him. He studied her, memorized every detail he could, and then fled.
Seconds later the ground where he had been standing was at the bottom of a crater.
In his escape he missed the green glow envelope his Lieutenant before the bomb hit.
Sequel: Only a Matter of Time