Title: New York, 1973
Author:
duh_i_read Fandom: BtVS
Characters: Bernard Crowley,
Spoilers: None
Word Count: 100
Summery: Ruined clothes were hazards of the job.
AN: Sometimes, I sit around and think about Nikki Wood and her watcher. Written for the
whedonland calender challenge. Vaguely connected to a
story in the same year I wrote last summer.
She said it was the fumes, but Crowley knew his slayer. Nikki cried over the leather coat in his bathtub, a gift from her mother, slowing eroding from Viz'knrrt blood. He lingered in the bathroom, giving her a moment to collect herself while he dumped more baking soda on the ruined leather, the stench stinging his nose.
Crowley returned to the kitchen to find a sniffling Nikki eating a sandwich, three more stacked near her elbow.
Grabbing a plate, he mentally planning a trip to the department store. Weapons were traditional gifts for slayers, but perhaps a new coat would be better.