Iniquities of the Father
Series Title: Iniquities of the Father
Fandom: Buffy/X-Men
Challenge: #115 - All's fair in love and war
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" and all related characters; Marvel owns "X-Men" and all related characters; I own nothing.
Summary: Joyce had so many questions growing up.
Note: Title comes from Sylvia Plath's "Daddy".
Title: Daddy, you bastard, I'm through
Word Count: 200
There were so many questions that Joyce wanted to ask her father growing up. Questions she swallowed and left unsaid to anybody but her diary.
Why did you leave? Did you really love me? Where did you go?
As she got older and she learned more about Erik Lensherr, those questions shifted form, became angry. Still silent, she glared at Magneto’s photo in the paper.
Did you leave because I’m human? Was I not good enough for you? Do you hate me that much?
When Joyce fell in love with Hank, it felt like something in her life finally made sense. No questions, no wondering if she was the problem.
The day that Hank left, Joyce stood silently as Dawn cried into her shoulder. The questions, long dormant, resurfaced and began anew.
Is there something wrong with me? Is that why Hank left? Is that why you left, Daddy?
Years later, Joyce held her eldest daughter in her arms, silently comforting Buffy over Riley’s abandonment. For the first time, there were no questions. Only bitter resentment as she saw the same cycle of loss play out through her children.
Daddy, you bastard. It was never me. It was always you.
Fandom: Buffy/X-Men
Challenge: #115 - All's fair in love and war
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" and all related characters; Marvel owns "X-Men" and all related characters; I own nothing.
Summary: Joyce had so many questions growing up.
Note: Title comes from Sylvia Plath's "Daddy".
Title: Daddy, you bastard, I'm through
Word Count: 200
There were so many questions that Joyce wanted to ask her father growing up. Questions she swallowed and left unsaid to anybody but her diary.
Why did you leave? Did you really love me? Where did you go?
As she got older and she learned more about Erik Lensherr, those questions shifted form, became angry. Still silent, she glared at Magneto’s photo in the paper.
Did you leave because I’m human? Was I not good enough for you? Do you hate me that much?
When Joyce fell in love with Hank, it felt like something in her life finally made sense. No questions, no wondering if she was the problem.
The day that Hank left, Joyce stood silently as Dawn cried into her shoulder. The questions, long dormant, resurfaced and began anew.
Is there something wrong with me? Is that why Hank left? Is that why you left, Daddy?
Years later, Joyce held her eldest daughter in her arms, silently comforting Buffy over Riley’s abandonment. For the first time, there were no questions. Only bitter resentment as she saw the same cycle of loss play out through her children.
Daddy, you bastard. It was never me. It was always you.