BtVS Triple Drabble: Appreciated
Title: Appreciated
Fandom: BtVS
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Buffy, Angel, Jonathan, Others.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 3: Applaud at sunnydalescribe.
Spoilers/Setting: The Prom.
Summary: Buffy is glad that she went to her senior prom.
Disclaimer: I don’t own BtVS, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Joss Whedon.
A/N: Triple Drabble.
The senior prom should have been one of the best evenings of Buffy’s life. She’d been so looking forward to wearing a beautiful dress, dancing with her handsome boyfriend, and having that one magical night all teenage girls dreamed of.
But then Angel had dropped the bombshell; he was leaving Sunnydale, breaking up with her and going… somewhere else. He didn’t know where, just somewhere away from her, because he’d decided they shouldn’t be together anymore. It didn’t matter what she wanted, he hadn’t even bothered to ask her. Couldn’t he at least have waited until after the prom? Did she matter so little to him?
Deep down she knew she was being unfair, Angel was just trying to do the right thing, but it still hurt, so much so Buffy almost didn’t bother attending the prom at all. What was the point of going without a date? But she already had the dress, it would have been a shame not to wear it, and anyway even though she’d dealt with all the hellhounds she figured she should probably stick around just to make sure nothing else bad happened. She had a responsibility to make sure everything went off without a hitch, didn’t she? That was her role in life and she accepted it. Normality had never been on the cards, not for her.
Being the slayer meant putting her life on the line with never a thought of thanks or recognition, but as Jonathan made his speech and she walked up onto the stage amid tumultuous applause to accept the Class Protector award…
Nobody really talked about Sunnydale’s weirdness, but it hadn’t gone unnoticed, and neither had she. It warmed her heart to know that everything she’d done over the past three years was appreciated.
Sometimes people surprised you.
The End
Fandom: BtVS
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Buffy, Angel, Jonathan, Others.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 3: Applaud at sunnydalescribe.
Spoilers/Setting: The Prom.
Summary: Buffy is glad that she went to her senior prom.
Disclaimer: I don’t own BtVS, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Joss Whedon.
A/N: Triple Drabble.
The senior prom should have been one of the best evenings of Buffy’s life. She’d been so looking forward to wearing a beautiful dress, dancing with her handsome boyfriend, and having that one magical night all teenage girls dreamed of.
But then Angel had dropped the bombshell; he was leaving Sunnydale, breaking up with her and going… somewhere else. He didn’t know where, just somewhere away from her, because he’d decided they shouldn’t be together anymore. It didn’t matter what she wanted, he hadn’t even bothered to ask her. Couldn’t he at least have waited until after the prom? Did she matter so little to him?
Deep down she knew she was being unfair, Angel was just trying to do the right thing, but it still hurt, so much so Buffy almost didn’t bother attending the prom at all. What was the point of going without a date? But she already had the dress, it would have been a shame not to wear it, and anyway even though she’d dealt with all the hellhounds she figured she should probably stick around just to make sure nothing else bad happened. She had a responsibility to make sure everything went off without a hitch, didn’t she? That was her role in life and she accepted it. Normality had never been on the cards, not for her.
Being the slayer meant putting her life on the line with never a thought of thanks or recognition, but as Jonathan made his speech and she walked up onto the stage amid tumultuous applause to accept the Class Protector award…
Nobody really talked about Sunnydale’s weirdness, but it hadn’t gone unnoticed, and neither had she. It warmed her heart to know that everything she’d done over the past three years was appreciated.
Sometimes people surprised you.
The End