Advent Drabble #4 - Cold (Giles/Ethan - PG)
It doesn’t happen often. The dreams are not all nightmares; they don’t always end with Ethan’s blood splattered across the wall. Yet, even the good ones leave Giles aching with regret.
This time, he jerks awake with crimson images scattering like crows. Christmas morning. The house is silent. Maybe he should have accepted Buffy’s invitation.
He ought to get up, give Perceval his extra hay and apples, and a pat on the neck, but in his heart it’s too cold for Christmas.
Suddenly, a blue light sneaks into the bedroom. A locator spell!
“Anybody home? Ripper?”
The cold is gone.
This time, he jerks awake with crimson images scattering like crows. Christmas morning. The house is silent. Maybe he should have accepted Buffy’s invitation.
He ought to get up, give Perceval his extra hay and apples, and a pat on the neck, but in his heart it’s too cold for Christmas.
Suddenly, a blue light sneaks into the bedroom. A locator spell!
“Anybody home? Ripper?”
The cold is gone.