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Harmony's Dreams, two part drabble, rated PG/K+
Like the others who were part of the team before she came to Los Angeles, and Angel, Harmony often thinks of Cordelia. It's so cool how they've changed, but she still can't believe her brooding boss loves Cordy more than he ever did Buffy. She can't believe it, but she sees it every night in his dark gaze and quest to get himself killed without her.
She remembers telling Cordy she'd never amount to anything, never have a guy better than Xander, Cordelia telling her she would, and herself retorting for her to keep dreaming. Cordy had said she would.
It looks like those dreams finally paid off, even if she's no longer here to enjoy them. Harmony is going to keep dreaming, too. She'll keep dreaming that she'll still find a way to beat the Slayer and get her Spikey back to loving her. Her favorite dream is where he tells both Buffy and Drusilla to sod off, that he's Harm's man. She knows he's a ghost now but also that a girl, not even her, can have everything. After all, she may be a killer Vampire now, but there's no way she'll ever get a neat tan again.
The End
"If you persist in allowing her to run wild and rampant, Rupert, you're going to lose her." Giles had heard the warning from every Council member and had taken it fearfully to heart. He had done everything he could to keep Buffy safe based on his orders from the elder Council members, even to the point of betraying her and, thus, almost losing her for real. He had chosen, with relative ease, to keep his Slayer rather than the bloody Council. Those sodding bastards could keep their dictatorship, but if they caused him to lose Buffy, he'd kill them all.
The End
He thinks of her with the rise of every full moon. He remembers her smile, her sweet caresses, her adoring eyes, her careful touch, her cunning intelligence, her innocence, and most of all, her love. Most nights, he keeps his wolf contained, but there are nights, when he's miles and miles away from civilization, that Oz finally allows his beast to emerge. He lets the wolf run. He lets himself howl, and with each howl, he screams her name. Willow always brought out the animal in him, and for that and a million more reasons, he'll never stop loving her.
The End
He tries to stay out of California but still finds it hard to do. He tries to pretend it's for the glamour and his yearning to still rock, but he's reminded of the true reason why every time he enters the state. He can be hundreds of miles away from his beloved, cherished Willow but still smell her. He smells her hair, her skin, the very essence of her. He knows he should stay away, but yet, she keeps pulling him ever closer until there are nights that, as Angel did with Buffy before, Oz watches Willow. She never knows.
The End
She keeps dreaming of her, even after all this time, after she almost destroyed the world because she was taken from her, after she was pulled back from the brink, after she forced herself to put away her grief, after she chose to love again. Even wrapped in Kennedy's arms, in the sweet after glow of their lovemaking, Willow still dreams of Tara.
She sees her, in her mind's eye, stretched across her bed in college, the bed where they first made love, in the room where she first came to love a woman. She sees her dangling a string for being played with by Miss Kitty Fantastico, their kitty, their furchild, the only child they'll ever have. She sees her eyes meet hers, feels familiar warmth rush over her.
"You love me." It's not a question or a command. It's a simple statement of the truth.
"Yes," she says, reaching for her though she knows she can not touch her. "I'll always keep loving you." She awakes with flowing tears that Kenn kisses gently away while never once questioning her for she no more wants to speak the truth than Willow wants to say it. She'll never love Kennedy.
The End
Two Drabbles for a New Universe, rated PG/K+
For just a moment, he touches Cordelia's beautiful face with his pale, cold fingers, but then blood pours from his fingers and runs onto her innocent beauty. It spreads quickly over her, and she fades just as swiftly, calling his name from an ever greater distance. They're still touching, him trying desperately to hold to her, when she fades away before his very, tearful, and frightened eyes.
Angel awakes with a jerk, sitting bolt upright in bed, panting though he has no need for air, and covered in sweat. It's been over a hundred years; yet, the dreams keep coming.
In the bed next to his, a cigarette flares to life. Angel and Spike's eyes meet; neither speaks a word. It's the third member of their party that breaks the silence, as she always does. "Drink up, boys." She tosses cold bags of blood to each. "Our women wouldn't want us starving ourselves because of these damn nightmares."
"Easy for you to say," Spike snarls.
Once, she would have pounced him, but now, Faith just glowers. "Hell no, it ain't." She keeps dreaming of Buffy dying every night.
Spike softens. "Sorry." She nods and whirls into the night, ready to kill.
"So, Harm, you really got yourself a killer boyfriend there, huh?" He keeps talking, not even sure of the words spouting out of his scared mouth as he backs away. He can't win this fight. His one chance lays in fleeing, making it to LA, and then returning with Angel. He'd never thought he'd want to see Dead Boy again so badly, but this bitch deserves to die. He can't do it. He can, however, keep joking, hoping this is a nightmare, hoping he'll awaken, until he falls over Willow's and Buffy's dead bodies and Spike strikes one more time.
The End
He watches them from Heaven. He cries, sometimes, for he hurts for his friends as they hurt for him and others. When they're happy, he fills their happiness. Even when Angel pulls Doyle's own beloved into his arms, Doyle doesn't feel betrayed. He feels only happy for them for he knows neither has ever been happier than they make each other and wishes them the happily ever after ending as he does turn away, for just a moment, to blink tears from his eyes. Then he instantly looks back for he'll keep watching over them until they're here with him.
The End
He lets her hit him. He could stop her, or so he tells himself, if he really wanted to, but at least this way, she's touching him. He's her fixation. He can feel her hands against his chest, in his eyes, being covered with his blood.
In truth, every time she hits him, Spike hopes the next punch will be the one to break this spell, to free him of this love he feels for her. Still, though, he continues loving her while she keeps hating herself and taking that hatred out on him as she can not on herself.
The End
Like the others who were part of the team before she came to Los Angeles, and Angel, Harmony often thinks of Cordelia. It's so cool how they've changed, but she still can't believe her brooding boss loves Cordy more than he ever did Buffy. She can't believe it, but she sees it every night in his dark gaze and quest to get himself killed without her.
She remembers telling Cordy she'd never amount to anything, never have a guy better than Xander, Cordelia telling her she would, and herself retorting for her to keep dreaming. Cordy had said she would.
It looks like those dreams finally paid off, even if she's no longer here to enjoy them. Harmony is going to keep dreaming, too. She'll keep dreaming that she'll still find a way to beat the Slayer and get her Spikey back to loving her. Her favorite dream is where he tells both Buffy and Drusilla to sod off, that he's Harm's man. She knows he's a ghost now but also that a girl, not even her, can have everything. After all, she may be a killer Vampire now, but there's no way she'll ever get a neat tan again.
The End
"If you persist in allowing her to run wild and rampant, Rupert, you're going to lose her." Giles had heard the warning from every Council member and had taken it fearfully to heart. He had done everything he could to keep Buffy safe based on his orders from the elder Council members, even to the point of betraying her and, thus, almost losing her for real. He had chosen, with relative ease, to keep his Slayer rather than the bloody Council. Those sodding bastards could keep their dictatorship, but if they caused him to lose Buffy, he'd kill them all.
The End
He thinks of her with the rise of every full moon. He remembers her smile, her sweet caresses, her adoring eyes, her careful touch, her cunning intelligence, her innocence, and most of all, her love. Most nights, he keeps his wolf contained, but there are nights, when he's miles and miles away from civilization, that Oz finally allows his beast to emerge. He lets the wolf run. He lets himself howl, and with each howl, he screams her name. Willow always brought out the animal in him, and for that and a million more reasons, he'll never stop loving her.
The End
He tries to stay out of California but still finds it hard to do. He tries to pretend it's for the glamour and his yearning to still rock, but he's reminded of the true reason why every time he enters the state. He can be hundreds of miles away from his beloved, cherished Willow but still smell her. He smells her hair, her skin, the very essence of her. He knows he should stay away, but yet, she keeps pulling him ever closer until there are nights that, as Angel did with Buffy before, Oz watches Willow. She never knows.
The End
She keeps dreaming of her, even after all this time, after she almost destroyed the world because she was taken from her, after she was pulled back from the brink, after she forced herself to put away her grief, after she chose to love again. Even wrapped in Kennedy's arms, in the sweet after glow of their lovemaking, Willow still dreams of Tara.
She sees her, in her mind's eye, stretched across her bed in college, the bed where they first made love, in the room where she first came to love a woman. She sees her dangling a string for being played with by Miss Kitty Fantastico, their kitty, their furchild, the only child they'll ever have. She sees her eyes meet hers, feels familiar warmth rush over her.
"You love me." It's not a question or a command. It's a simple statement of the truth.
"Yes," she says, reaching for her though she knows she can not touch her. "I'll always keep loving you." She awakes with flowing tears that Kenn kisses gently away while never once questioning her for she no more wants to speak the truth than Willow wants to say it. She'll never love Kennedy.
The End
Two Drabbles for a New Universe, rated PG/K+
For just a moment, he touches Cordelia's beautiful face with his pale, cold fingers, but then blood pours from his fingers and runs onto her innocent beauty. It spreads quickly over her, and she fades just as swiftly, calling his name from an ever greater distance. They're still touching, him trying desperately to hold to her, when she fades away before his very, tearful, and frightened eyes.
Angel awakes with a jerk, sitting bolt upright in bed, panting though he has no need for air, and covered in sweat. It's been over a hundred years; yet, the dreams keep coming.
In the bed next to his, a cigarette flares to life. Angel and Spike's eyes meet; neither speaks a word. It's the third member of their party that breaks the silence, as she always does. "Drink up, boys." She tosses cold bags of blood to each. "Our women wouldn't want us starving ourselves because of these damn nightmares."
"Easy for you to say," Spike snarls.
Once, she would have pounced him, but now, Faith just glowers. "Hell no, it ain't." She keeps dreaming of Buffy dying every night.
Spike softens. "Sorry." She nods and whirls into the night, ready to kill.
"So, Harm, you really got yourself a killer boyfriend there, huh?" He keeps talking, not even sure of the words spouting out of his scared mouth as he backs away. He can't win this fight. His one chance lays in fleeing, making it to LA, and then returning with Angel. He'd never thought he'd want to see Dead Boy again so badly, but this bitch deserves to die. He can't do it. He can, however, keep joking, hoping this is a nightmare, hoping he'll awaken, until he falls over Willow's and Buffy's dead bodies and Spike strikes one more time.
The End
He watches them from Heaven. He cries, sometimes, for he hurts for his friends as they hurt for him and others. When they're happy, he fills their happiness. Even when Angel pulls Doyle's own beloved into his arms, Doyle doesn't feel betrayed. He feels only happy for them for he knows neither has ever been happier than they make each other and wishes them the happily ever after ending as he does turn away, for just a moment, to blink tears from his eyes. Then he instantly looks back for he'll keep watching over them until they're here with him.
The End
He lets her hit him. He could stop her, or so he tells himself, if he really wanted to, but at least this way, she's touching him. He's her fixation. He can feel her hands against his chest, in his eyes, being covered with his blood.
In truth, every time she hits him, Spike hopes the next punch will be the one to break this spell, to free him of this love he feels for her. Still, though, he continues loving her while she keeps hating herself and taking that hatred out on him as she can not on herself.
The End