So, since I discovered the joy that is the drabble there have been a number I've written that I have not yet posted. And here they are. Some of them were from before I really got the hang of them, and you can kind of tell. They are loosely organized by theme.
Fire Drill
Buffy
Season One
Fire drills were supposed to be about preparing for the worst case scenario, but always morphed into chatting with friends. Buffy thought an overrun by demons drill would be more useful, in a town like this anyway. They could teach people to proceed calmly to a fortifiable location instead of standing there screaming, or to exit in an orderly fashion when the calvary came instead of running off to get all dead. Way better than a fire drill. It would totally make her job so much easier. Too bad people who prepared for fires never thought to prepare for demons.
Unprepared
Kendra
Season Two-What’s My Line
Mr. Zabuto had prepared her well and taught her everything she might need so she always knew just what to do. She could handle any weapon with ease and could kill vampires and over a hundred species of demons with precision, skill and efficiency. She was well versed in all the relevant prophesies, ancient languages and necessary texts. She knew how to interrogate lowlifes and confer with Watchers. What more did the Slayer need? Then a boy with a ready smile started to flirt and she didn’t know what to do. She had never felt so unprepared in her life.
Accessories
Faith
Season Three-Bad Girls
Faith had never been one to accessorize, but Buffy clearly was. She wore the perfect shoes with each outfit, complimented her still breathing Watcher with a kick ass mom, even matched lipstick with cute little hair clips. No matter what Xander said, Faith figured she was breaking up one sweet set when she did him; Buffy’s cold corpse honey and her hot human boy-toy. Now here Buffy was laughing at the very idea of screwing Xander and Faith was pissed. Story of her life, she finally beat Buffy out of something and it turns out it aint even worth having.
Here to Eternity
Edna Mae Wilkins
Pre-Season one
Edna Mae on her wedding day with roses twined in her hair took her husband’s hand. She knew what Richard was and she liked it. It was dark and it was powerful. It was dangerous and it was sexy. Admittedly, it meant politics, years of lies and that they would never have children, but those were all sacrifices she was willing to make for him, for her love. On that day in the year of their Lord nineteen-hundred-and-three they were young and perfect and he would stay that way forever. How could she know she would die cursing his name?
Feelings
Tony Harris
Pre-Season One
He stood in a cheap rented tux with Rory at his side and watched his bride, belly huge with what was going to be his kid, waddle down the aisle. She looked good, if pregnant, he supposed, all in white with her hair done up pretty. She had a smile that shown right through her veil. It was like a cat in the cream, no, one with a fresh caught bird. At the sight Tony felt the stirrings of a feeling that would last his entire marriage. It wasn’t love. It was the burning need to get very, very drunk.
Uninvited
Giles
Season Six-Hell’s Bells
It was white and gold. It said RSVP, but it sat on Giles’ kitchen table. He felt he should support them, the boy who became his friend and his erstwhile business partner. He wanted to share their joy but feared the pleading in Buffy’s eyes, the anger in Dawn’s and the possibility of what Willow had become. If he didn’t respond he could always swoop in at the last moment or simply stay in England. Giles was torn by indecision and wracked by guilt so the date on the invite came and went. He thought about sending them something nice.
Perfect
Xander
Pre-Season One
Xander had learned Hebrew for Willow’s Bat Mitzvah. Okay, not the whole language, but enough to know it was backwards and what the letters would be in English. Willow had wanted someone to tell her she was pronouncing right when she practiced her Torah portion. She wanted everything perfect for her big day and he wanted to help her any way he could. Now, as Xander watched his dad punch Willow’s uncle and his mom throw up on the cake, he realized that he was, in fact, ruining it. He should have know. He always did that, messed everything up.
Parenting
Xander
Season two-Bad Eggs
Little Xander was oh so young and fragile, his father thought as he held his son. Would he be sensitive, the new father mused, and feel every rejection like a stake through the heart? The solution was harsh, but experience had shown the world was a hard place, and it wouldn’t do for him to go to pieces at every fall.
“Hey boy,” barked Little Xander’s grandfather, “make yourself useful for a change ‘n’ get me another beer.”
Big Xander sighed, put his egg in the pot, and prepared to boil his young. It was a family tradition after all.