Short little rosebud
Title: Call of the Sea
Author: Fluff
Disclaimer: Since I've actually been having problems with copyright over on youtube, gonna put it out there that this is very much not mine.
Summary: Even the happiest times are marred with sadness.
Wordcount: Approximately 300.
Notes: I wrote this and then applied the title prompt. I could have pretended that there was an artistic thing going on that you weren't deep enough to understand, but we're closer than that.
Plot 7876 in Pacific Coast Cemetery belongs to Joyce Summers. Her body does not rest there, but her daughters put up a nice marker for her. They come to visit every couple of months, or whenever Dawn is in LA.
This is an unscheduled visit, and Buffy is alone as she walks slowly to the stone.
"Hi, Mom." She pretends there's an answer in the wind.
"Hi, honey. Is everything alright?"
"I went to the doctor yesterday, Mommy."
"Oh, God, are you sick? Is it cancer? Please tell me it's not-"
"Mom, I'm fine. A little knocked up at the moment, but I hear tell that it'll go away in a few months. And if Katherine Heigl could do it, so can I."
The Mom-voice in her head is silent, and it hurts Buffy that her mother didn't live to get the reference. She leans over, touching two fingers to the memorial.
"I'll be back soon. I love you."
Buffy walks down the row to where Angel stands. He recommended the cemetery to her: a peaceful place near the beach, close enough that you can hear the waves. It's where he buried his dead after his- their- battle. She leans against him, mindful of his still-healing leg and careful not to jostle the cane he still uses. His arm slides around her, and she feels warmer in a way that has nothing to do with the perpetual summer sun beaming down from overhead.
"Do you ever think that it shouldn't have been us who survived?" she asks, quiet as they stand by Gunn's grave.
"Yes," he replies simply, the honesty they have promised each other plain in his voice. "But we did."
They walk back toward their car, supporting each other all the way, two broken people maybe healing together. And although it's far too early, Buffy swears that she feels life moving within her.
Author: Fluff
Disclaimer: Since I've actually been having problems with copyright over on youtube, gonna put it out there that this is very much not mine.
Summary: Even the happiest times are marred with sadness.
Wordcount: Approximately 300.
Notes: I wrote this and then applied the title prompt. I could have pretended that there was an artistic thing going on that you weren't deep enough to understand, but we're closer than that.
Plot 7876 in Pacific Coast Cemetery belongs to Joyce Summers. Her body does not rest there, but her daughters put up a nice marker for her. They come to visit every couple of months, or whenever Dawn is in LA.
This is an unscheduled visit, and Buffy is alone as she walks slowly to the stone.
"Hi, Mom." She pretends there's an answer in the wind.
"Hi, honey. Is everything alright?"
"I went to the doctor yesterday, Mommy."
"Oh, God, are you sick? Is it cancer? Please tell me it's not-"
"Mom, I'm fine. A little knocked up at the moment, but I hear tell that it'll go away in a few months. And if Katherine Heigl could do it, so can I."
The Mom-voice in her head is silent, and it hurts Buffy that her mother didn't live to get the reference. She leans over, touching two fingers to the memorial.
"I'll be back soon. I love you."
Buffy walks down the row to where Angel stands. He recommended the cemetery to her: a peaceful place near the beach, close enough that you can hear the waves. It's where he buried his dead after his- their- battle. She leans against him, mindful of his still-healing leg and careful not to jostle the cane he still uses. His arm slides around her, and she feels warmer in a way that has nothing to do with the perpetual summer sun beaming down from overhead.
"Do you ever think that it shouldn't have been us who survived?" she asks, quiet as they stand by Gunn's grave.
"Yes," he replies simply, the honesty they have promised each other plain in his voice. "But we did."
They walk back toward their car, supporting each other all the way, two broken people maybe healing together. And although it's far too early, Buffy swears that she feels life moving within her.