Fics for 2017 #001 ~ You have to go... when the Black Rabbit calls.
TITLE: You have to go... when the Black Rabbit calls.
AUTHOR: kerk hiraeth
FANDOM: Buffy the Vampire Slayer, with honourable nods to Watership Down; General Leia Organa and her RL avatar's mothers most famous musical role in Singin' in the Rain.
CHARACTERS: Faith Lehane; Kennedy; Marcie Ross; Rowena; Xander Harris; Buffy Summers; Dawn Summers; Lisa; Olivia; Rupert Giles; Andrew Wells {in spiritus; Richard Adams; Carrie Fisher & Debbie Reynolds}
LENGTH: 156
A/N: I have lost count of the number of different versions of this I have gone through. The first version had to go because I was so distraught myself; this before I heard the news about Debbie Reynolds, as well as a real life loss close to my heart, that I had gotten two of my Buffyverses intermingled. The word count is very specific; adding the combined ages of Richard Adams; author of the book that changed my life, Watership Down, and Carrie Fisher; who created; not my first, but certainly my most memorable and enduring fictional Hero, Leia Organa.
“O, Embleer Frith!”
Slayers embarked in search of, first him; then her, when the news came in; scant minutes apart. Kennedy and Marcie Ross kept them, discretely, away; under their General's orders. Renée had absented herself; intent on guarding her not-serious boyfriend, though she let them know Xander was holed up in a geek bar on one of the seedier stretches of the Allegheny.
Buffy herself was with her sister and her wife, Lisa; sitting vigil over various children, while Olivia sat with Giles as the still bedridden Ripper relived his youth endlessly watching Star Wars movies; including a specially delivered copy of the newest one.
Meanwhile Faith; arms about a now doubly-grieving Andrew, looked out over another stretch of the Allegheny and quoted a long-deceased Slayers favourite Watership Down passages.
Occasionally pausing to join him in his tearful renderings of musical numbers, and the Star Wars theme, she somehow kept her own emotions in check.
“O General; my General.”
Goddess watch over us all in these dark times,
Kerk Hiraeth