two more ficlets
I don't expect myself to keep up this pace, but you bet I'll enjoy it while it lasts. As usual, none of them are coming out like I expect them to. And really profane for some reason.
For dagnylilytable, the inevitable Amy/Bruce, spoilers up through the most recent episode:
Minneapolis is really fucking cold. Hartford gets chilly in winter, and you usually get a few good snows, but Minneapolis is a whole other level. There have been entire days when Kyle hasn't been able to feel his nose.
He thinks of his family and he shivers more. For a while, he thought Aunt Max wasn't returning his calls, but when Amy gets back to him, it turns out Aunt Max has had a breakdown and then a heart attack. All he can think is, he should have been there, he should have seen the warning signs, he should have saved her like she used to save him.
"And my boyfriend," Amy says, "is on a boat to St. Barts. Just when I could use somebody to--"
"Hold your hand," Kyle finishes. "You know you can always call me, right?"
"Yeah," she says, "but--"
"But I can't be there to make you look sober and in control of your life by comparison?"
"No, it's that... David was holding me together. He was keeping me from-- Remember Bruce Van Exel? My C.O.?"
Either she thinks the years of addiction eradicated his memory, or she's about to declare her eternal love for Bruce. "Yes," Kyle says, drawing out the vowel.
"I think David was keeping me from admitting I'm in love with Bruce," she says, the words racing out of her and tangling up in themselves.
"Don't," Kyle says.
"I know," she says.
"Does it matter?" he says. "What I say, does it matter?"
"I don't know," Amy says slowly.
"Call me," he says. "Either way. It's cold here."
"I will," she says, and he thinks, that time it mattered what he said.
*
For biogeekgrrl, when you let me pick the Buffyverse character, you get Harmony:
Harmony has way too much stuff to fit into two suitcases and a carry-on bag. After the apocalypse, she got a call from Wolfram & Hart's New York office. She's getting a promotion and everything. And while Paris would have been her first choice, New York will be cool, like Sex and the City only with blood in the cosmos instead of cranberry.
But she has too many adorable sweater sets and sexy little shoes. She knows she'll be able to buy just as many in New York, especially with her sweet new pay raise, but it's hard to let things go when she remembers the night she bought them and how cute the FedEx guy said she looked in them the next day.
She's pretty sure Hamilton is dead, which she guesses is a good excuse for not calling. She didn't like him that much, but she misses him. People are hard to let go of, too. Some days, she still loves Spike so much it hurts to get out of bed in the evening. Some days, she wonders what she might have gotten if she'd had more time to wear Fred down. There are even days when she thinks she still might have a thing for Percy from the Sunnydale High basketball team, and he was so dumb that she noticed.
If she lives a long time (or un-lives, or whatever), there are going to be a lot of people to let go of. It's enough to make a girl stake herself. But then she reminds herself of all the shoes Sarah Jessica Parker bought, and how nobody in New York will know to underestimate her.
She gets a couple of trash bags and puts most of her old outfits in them. Some poor person will be really happy to get her clothes, and anyway she heard once that there's a demon in charge of the Salvation Army. And she's got, like, hundreds of years to shop.
*
Have I mentioned that I'm writing all of these longhand, in a flimsy purple three-subject notebook? 'Cause I am.
For dagnylilytable, the inevitable Amy/Bruce, spoilers up through the most recent episode:
Minneapolis is really fucking cold. Hartford gets chilly in winter, and you usually get a few good snows, but Minneapolis is a whole other level. There have been entire days when Kyle hasn't been able to feel his nose.
He thinks of his family and he shivers more. For a while, he thought Aunt Max wasn't returning his calls, but when Amy gets back to him, it turns out Aunt Max has had a breakdown and then a heart attack. All he can think is, he should have been there, he should have seen the warning signs, he should have saved her like she used to save him.
"And my boyfriend," Amy says, "is on a boat to St. Barts. Just when I could use somebody to--"
"Hold your hand," Kyle finishes. "You know you can always call me, right?"
"Yeah," she says, "but--"
"But I can't be there to make you look sober and in control of your life by comparison?"
"No, it's that... David was holding me together. He was keeping me from-- Remember Bruce Van Exel? My C.O.?"
Either she thinks the years of addiction eradicated his memory, or she's about to declare her eternal love for Bruce. "Yes," Kyle says, drawing out the vowel.
"I think David was keeping me from admitting I'm in love with Bruce," she says, the words racing out of her and tangling up in themselves.
"Don't," Kyle says.
"I know," she says.
"Does it matter?" he says. "What I say, does it matter?"
"I don't know," Amy says slowly.
"Call me," he says. "Either way. It's cold here."
"I will," she says, and he thinks, that time it mattered what he said.
*
For biogeekgrrl, when you let me pick the Buffyverse character, you get Harmony:
Harmony has way too much stuff to fit into two suitcases and a carry-on bag. After the apocalypse, she got a call from Wolfram & Hart's New York office. She's getting a promotion and everything. And while Paris would have been her first choice, New York will be cool, like Sex and the City only with blood in the cosmos instead of cranberry.
But she has too many adorable sweater sets and sexy little shoes. She knows she'll be able to buy just as many in New York, especially with her sweet new pay raise, but it's hard to let things go when she remembers the night she bought them and how cute the FedEx guy said she looked in them the next day.
She's pretty sure Hamilton is dead, which she guesses is a good excuse for not calling. She didn't like him that much, but she misses him. People are hard to let go of, too. Some days, she still loves Spike so much it hurts to get out of bed in the evening. Some days, she wonders what she might have gotten if she'd had more time to wear Fred down. There are even days when she thinks she still might have a thing for Percy from the Sunnydale High basketball team, and he was so dumb that she noticed.
If she lives a long time (or un-lives, or whatever), there are going to be a lot of people to let go of. It's enough to make a girl stake herself. But then she reminds herself of all the shoes Sarah Jessica Parker bought, and how nobody in New York will know to underestimate her.
She gets a couple of trash bags and puts most of her old outfits in them. Some poor person will be really happy to get her clothes, and anyway she heard once that there's a demon in charge of the Salvation Army. And she's got, like, hundreds of years to shop.
*
Have I mentioned that I'm writing all of these longhand, in a flimsy purple three-subject notebook? 'Cause I am.