All Fall Down
Title: All For Believing
Author: kerrykhat
Fandom: Torchwood
Rating: PG
Summary: Buffy waited for the ash to settle before looking up at her supposed grandfather. "Any questions." She asked.
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" and related characters; Russell T. Davies owns "Torchwood" and all related characters; I own nothing.
Word Count: 315
Author's Note: Part of the The Ties that Bind verse.
Edit: Mods, I realized that after posting that because I hadn't switched my tablet to PT from ET after travel, it shows up as a fic for Aug. 12. Can it count as Aug. 11 or no. Thanks!
Buffy waited for the ash to settle before looking up at her supposed grandfather. Jack Harkness stood back near Dawn, a dumbfounded look on his face. It took all of Buffy's resolve not.to burst out laughing at his wide eyes and slack jaw at the sight of a man collapsing into dust. Dawn had no such qualms, and was currently giggling manically behind her hands.
"Any questions?" Buffy managed to ask with a straight face.
"Y-yeah," Jack stuttered out, glancing from the pile of dust to Buffy and back. "What the hell just happened?"
"Actually, we aren't sure," Dawn began before just giving a shrug. "It's just what happens when you stake a vamp."
They were all in London's East Cemetery, about an hour after sunset. As one of London's more active cemeteries, it could always be counted on for a vamp or two, and tonight it didn't disappoint.
There were, Buffy figured, waiting for Harkness to collect himself, more gentle ways to introduce people to vampires and magic. But, given that he'd willfully checked himself out of their lives until now, Buffy wasn't inclined to be gentle. If he wanted to be back in their lives after all this time, he needed to know right off the bat what he was dealing with, especially with his claim that he couldn't die.
"Any other questions?" she asked coolly. "And if you think they're gonna take a while, let me know. A cemetery isn't the best place for a heart to heart."
Harkness swallowed visibly before nodding. "Let's go back to your place," he suggested.
Dawn giggled again, reaching into her purse to pull out a plastic bottle filled most of the way with a clear liquid. "Would you like the alcohol before or after?" she asked with mock solemness.
He thought about it for a long moment before reaching his hand out. "Now, please."
Author: kerrykhat
Fandom: Torchwood
Rating: PG
Summary: Buffy waited for the ash to settle before looking up at her supposed grandfather. "Any questions." She asked.
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" and related characters; Russell T. Davies owns "Torchwood" and all related characters; I own nothing.
Word Count: 315
Author's Note: Part of the The Ties that Bind verse.
Edit: Mods, I realized that after posting that because I hadn't switched my tablet to PT from ET after travel, it shows up as a fic for Aug. 12. Can it count as Aug. 11 or no. Thanks!
Buffy waited for the ash to settle before looking up at her supposed grandfather. Jack Harkness stood back near Dawn, a dumbfounded look on his face. It took all of Buffy's resolve not.to burst out laughing at his wide eyes and slack jaw at the sight of a man collapsing into dust. Dawn had no such qualms, and was currently giggling manically behind her hands.
"Any questions?" Buffy managed to ask with a straight face.
"Y-yeah," Jack stuttered out, glancing from the pile of dust to Buffy and back. "What the hell just happened?"
"Actually, we aren't sure," Dawn began before just giving a shrug. "It's just what happens when you stake a vamp."
They were all in London's East Cemetery, about an hour after sunset. As one of London's more active cemeteries, it could always be counted on for a vamp or two, and tonight it didn't disappoint.
There were, Buffy figured, waiting for Harkness to collect himself, more gentle ways to introduce people to vampires and magic. But, given that he'd willfully checked himself out of their lives until now, Buffy wasn't inclined to be gentle. If he wanted to be back in their lives after all this time, he needed to know right off the bat what he was dealing with, especially with his claim that he couldn't die.
"Any other questions?" she asked coolly. "And if you think they're gonna take a while, let me know. A cemetery isn't the best place for a heart to heart."
Harkness swallowed visibly before nodding. "Let's go back to your place," he suggested.
Dawn giggled again, reaching into her purse to pull out a plastic bottle filled most of the way with a clear liquid. "Would you like the alcohol before or after?" she asked with mock solemness.
He thought about it for a long moment before reaching his hand out. "Now, please."