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Flying Solo
4 drabbles in a series, originally untitled, now "Flying Solo"
For open_on_sunday challenge of "Independence"
Each of the scoobies experiences a little independence after "Chosen"
Buffy:
Buffy looked out her window into the bustling city of Rome. This was a new experience for her. She was on a new continent, she didn’t speak the language, and she didn’t have her friends or her Watcher. It felt damn good. For the first time in her life, she felt she was living her life for her, on her own, trying new things. She was starting from scratch, completely independent from her old life in Sunnydale.
Dawn’s voice drifted out from deeper within the apartment. “Buffy, I’m borrowing your sweater and jeans. Oh, and these shoes!”
Well, maybe not.
Xander:
Xander sat down in his small cabin and sighed, aching and tired after a hard day.
He knew his friends had been skeptical about him going off to experience Africa by himself. He wasn’t incompetent, but he’d never really been one with the best survival skills without the help of his supernaturally powerful friends.
Xander the screw-up. Xander the goofball. Xander the sidekick. Xander could never make it on his own.
But Xander the failure had just saved the life of the youngest member of this tribe. He felt pretty proud of how he was handling living on his own.
Willow:
Kennedy had been taking a greater interest in Willow’s magic abilities since they left Sunnydale. She made a point of helping out often, even if it was just finding certain ingredients or holding something in place during the process. Willow let her chant once, but only once. When Willow was doing a spell that was too powerful for Kennedy to get involved in, Kennedy would still insist on staying just to watch.
One day Willow had had enough and told her, “No. I have to do this one on my own.”
And now she was reacquainting herself with being single.
Giles:
Giles walked around his London apartment, looking for a distraction before he came across a book he’d forgotten he’d been reading and sat down to find his place. This was the life. He no longer had the responsibilities of fighting back whatever the Hellmouth had to throw their way; he no longer had the kids, as much as he usually loved them, pestering him every five minutes. He had time to himself to just sit back and relax, or go out for a drink and meet new people. Not boring at all.
He sighed with relief as the phone rang.
Originally posted here on July 3, 2005
For open_on_sunday challenge of "Independence"
Each of the scoobies experiences a little independence after "Chosen"
Buffy:
Buffy looked out her window into the bustling city of Rome. This was a new experience for her. She was on a new continent, she didn’t speak the language, and she didn’t have her friends or her Watcher. It felt damn good. For the first time in her life, she felt she was living her life for her, on her own, trying new things. She was starting from scratch, completely independent from her old life in Sunnydale.
Dawn’s voice drifted out from deeper within the apartment. “Buffy, I’m borrowing your sweater and jeans. Oh, and these shoes!”
Well, maybe not.
Xander:
Xander sat down in his small cabin and sighed, aching and tired after a hard day.
He knew his friends had been skeptical about him going off to experience Africa by himself. He wasn’t incompetent, but he’d never really been one with the best survival skills without the help of his supernaturally powerful friends.
Xander the screw-up. Xander the goofball. Xander the sidekick. Xander could never make it on his own.
But Xander the failure had just saved the life of the youngest member of this tribe. He felt pretty proud of how he was handling living on his own.
Willow:
Kennedy had been taking a greater interest in Willow’s magic abilities since they left Sunnydale. She made a point of helping out often, even if it was just finding certain ingredients or holding something in place during the process. Willow let her chant once, but only once. When Willow was doing a spell that was too powerful for Kennedy to get involved in, Kennedy would still insist on staying just to watch.
One day Willow had had enough and told her, “No. I have to do this one on my own.”
And now she was reacquainting herself with being single.
Giles:
Giles walked around his London apartment, looking for a distraction before he came across a book he’d forgotten he’d been reading and sat down to find his place. This was the life. He no longer had the responsibilities of fighting back whatever the Hellmouth had to throw their way; he no longer had the kids, as much as he usually loved them, pestering him every five minutes. He had time to himself to just sit back and relax, or go out for a drink and meet new people. Not boring at all.
He sighed with relief as the phone rang.
Originally posted here on July 3, 2005