Ficlet: The Grand Show is Eternal (Spike, Xander, G)
Title: This Grand Show is Eternal
Author: truly_tazi
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Pairing/Characters: Spike, Xander
Genre: Gen fic.
Rating: G
Warnings: Bit of angst, not harsh.
A/N: Written for batpack's April Challenge: Shower.
Word Count: 364
Summary: Spike can't help thinking it never seems to stop.
Dislaimer: Characters of Buffy the Vampire Slayer belong to Joss Whedon.
"This grand show is eternal. It is always sunrise somewhere; the dew is never all dried at once; a shower is forever falling; vapor ever rising. Eternal sunrise, eternal sunset, eternal dawn and gloaming, on seas and continents and islands, each in its turn, as the round earth rolls." ~ John of the Mountains
The rain slowed from a harsh downpour to a gentle shower. He mused that this was probably one of those moments when you were supposed to be thankful for small favors, but he just couldn’t be arsed.
His ribs, which he was almost certain were cracked, hurt like bloody hell; and he had a gash, a good six inches long, across his gut that felt like someone had tried to clean it with acid.
And... it wasn’t over.
He didn’t think it would ever really be over. It didn’t matter how hard they fought, how many battles they won, or how much good they did.
The world was going to keep right on turning. The sun was going to keep rising. Hell was going to keep spitting its spawn out at them, trying with all its might to get the upper hand. And Heaven, or whatever was up there, was just going to keep pissing on them, not giving a wit if they were bloody well even fighting for its side.
Swiping water out of his eyes, he glowered at the black, starless sky, and wondered why they even bothered. Maybe it was better to stop trying. Let the damned Powers that Be do their own dirty work for a change. Maybe he should just stay right where he was, wait for the sun, and finally get around to seeing what lay ahead. Bugger it all anyway. What was left in this world to keep hanging around for?
Blinking more water away, vision cleared, his glowering was interrupted by a set of amused brown eyes.
“You planning to just lay there and bleed to death, blood breath, or would you rather go to my place and get cleaned up so we can go grab a few cold ones?”
Humph. Nope. Not moving. For anything.
“I’ll spring for one of those onion thingies you like so much?”
Well, except for that. “Alright, Harris. But if I have to get up and drag my arse the whole way over there you’re bloody well buying the first round too.”
The End
Author: truly_tazi
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Pairing/Characters: Spike, Xander
Genre: Gen fic.
Rating: G
Warnings: Bit of angst, not harsh.
A/N: Written for batpack's April Challenge: Shower.
Word Count: 364
Summary: Spike can't help thinking it never seems to stop.
Dislaimer: Characters of Buffy the Vampire Slayer belong to Joss Whedon.
"This grand show is eternal. It is always sunrise somewhere; the dew is never all dried at once; a shower is forever falling; vapor ever rising. Eternal sunrise, eternal sunset, eternal dawn and gloaming, on seas and continents and islands, each in its turn, as the round earth rolls." ~ John of the Mountains
The rain slowed from a harsh downpour to a gentle shower. He mused that this was probably one of those moments when you were supposed to be thankful for small favors, but he just couldn’t be arsed.
His ribs, which he was almost certain were cracked, hurt like bloody hell; and he had a gash, a good six inches long, across his gut that felt like someone had tried to clean it with acid.
And... it wasn’t over.
He didn’t think it would ever really be over. It didn’t matter how hard they fought, how many battles they won, or how much good they did.
The world was going to keep right on turning. The sun was going to keep rising. Hell was going to keep spitting its spawn out at them, trying with all its might to get the upper hand. And Heaven, or whatever was up there, was just going to keep pissing on them, not giving a wit if they were bloody well even fighting for its side.
Swiping water out of his eyes, he glowered at the black, starless sky, and wondered why they even bothered. Maybe it was better to stop trying. Let the damned Powers that Be do their own dirty work for a change. Maybe he should just stay right where he was, wait for the sun, and finally get around to seeing what lay ahead. Bugger it all anyway. What was left in this world to keep hanging around for?
Blinking more water away, vision cleared, his glowering was interrupted by a set of amused brown eyes.
“You planning to just lay there and bleed to death, blood breath, or would you rather go to my place and get cleaned up so we can go grab a few cold ones?”
Humph. Nope. Not moving. For anything.
“I’ll spring for one of those onion thingies you like so much?”
Well, except for that. “Alright, Harris. But if I have to get up and drag my arse the whole way over there you’re bloody well buying the first round too.”
The End