The World We Face - August 31
Twisted Shorts August Fic-a-Day Challenge - Day 31
Title: The World We Face
Author: hermione2be
Rating: R/FR21/M
Crossover: BtVS/ The Walking Dead/Fear the Walking Dead
Disclaimer: I do not own any of BtVS/Angel or The Walking Dead/Fear the Walking Dead people, places, or ideas. This fiction is done simply for pleasure and I receive no profit.
Summary: Buffy demands Dawn pack and leave ASAP.
Notes: No direct spoilers, but inspired by the last few minutes of FtWD S1.Ep2. A standalone in the same universe as my existing TtH story “Slayer Walking”
Seasons: Post-series/Pre-TWD (Early days of national outbreak 2010)
Word Count: 505
“Dawn!” Buffy’s voice carried up the stairs. “Dawn, we have to get packed.” Her feet pounded heavily on the wooden stairs.
“Buffy?” Dawn poked her head out of her room. “What’s going on?”
Buffy just shoved her way into the room and slammed the door. A vicious twist of her wrist locked the bolt.
“Here,” she thrust a bag at Dawn. “Willow made these. They will hold anything. I need you to pack.”
“Buff-”
“Now!” There was shrillness in her voice that caused Dawn’s heart to speed up.
Dawn took the bag and started shoving things into it.
“Think ‘store’ or ‘clean’ and the bag will sort it.” Buffy seeing her orders were being followed calmed enough to give instructions about the bag. She looked around the room Dawn had since she finished college with her best friend Janet. “Take all of it,” Buffy said when Dawn closed a drawer after emptying only half the clothes. “You won’t be back. None of us will.”
Dawn dropped the bag and turned to face her sister head-on. “Buffy. You have to tell me what’s going on.”
“We don’t have time.”
“You can’t just make demands and expect me to follow. I’m 25 not 15.” Dawn placed her hands on her sister’s shoulders. “How can I defend myself if I don’t know what I’m up against?”
Buffy’s hazel eyes glassed over as tears gathered. “Monica… she… she was killed. There have been reports of these things… Giles is saying they’re reanimated corpses. We’ve ruled out magic. Most of our books are yielding nothing. The military…they’ve gone quiet.” She sighed and sat against Dawn’s dresser, focusing on the window. “Monica became one of these…Reanimated. But she was stronger and intelligent and she tore through the dorms before we could stop her…”
Dawn sat down heavily on her bed. “How many did we lose?”
“Including Monica? Fifteen.”
She swallowed, trying to keep from asking who had died. “So what am I supposed to do when I’m all packed?”
“Join Oz and Zira in traveling west. We have to make sure our Slayers… that they don’t rise and do this.”
Dawn’s blue eyes studied her sister suspiciously. “What aren’t you telling me?”
Buffy said nothing, her gaze was still fixed on the window.
“Where will you go?”
“I have to send other groups out.”
“Buffy, when will you be leaving?”
She sighed. “I won’t.”
“Then you’re coming with me.”
“I can’t, Dawn.” She finally faced her sister. “I have to stand guard over the Hellmouth.”
“And what if you die?”
“Then I want everything I care about very far from here.”
Dawn picked up her bag. “How do we kill the Reanimated?”
“Destroy the head.”
“And Slayers?”
“Silver through the head and burn the entire body.”
“Oz really okay to do this?”
“He can smell them. That’s why I’m sending you with him. He’ll know if something gets close. He’s the best against these things.”
Dawn stuffed things into her bag, not caring or paying attention to what it was. “What am I supposed to do?”
“Survive,” Buffy said softly. “Just survive, Dawn.”
Title: The World We Face
Author: hermione2be
Rating: R/FR21/M
Crossover: BtVS/ The Walking Dead/Fear the Walking Dead
Disclaimer: I do not own any of BtVS/Angel or The Walking Dead/Fear the Walking Dead people, places, or ideas. This fiction is done simply for pleasure and I receive no profit.
Summary: Buffy demands Dawn pack and leave ASAP.
Notes: No direct spoilers, but inspired by the last few minutes of FtWD S1.Ep2. A standalone in the same universe as my existing TtH story “Slayer Walking”
Seasons: Post-series/Pre-TWD (Early days of national outbreak 2010)
Word Count: 505
“Dawn!” Buffy’s voice carried up the stairs. “Dawn, we have to get packed.” Her feet pounded heavily on the wooden stairs.
“Buffy?” Dawn poked her head out of her room. “What’s going on?”
Buffy just shoved her way into the room and slammed the door. A vicious twist of her wrist locked the bolt.
“Here,” she thrust a bag at Dawn. “Willow made these. They will hold anything. I need you to pack.”
“Buff-”
“Now!” There was shrillness in her voice that caused Dawn’s heart to speed up.
Dawn took the bag and started shoving things into it.
“Think ‘store’ or ‘clean’ and the bag will sort it.” Buffy seeing her orders were being followed calmed enough to give instructions about the bag. She looked around the room Dawn had since she finished college with her best friend Janet. “Take all of it,” Buffy said when Dawn closed a drawer after emptying only half the clothes. “You won’t be back. None of us will.”
Dawn dropped the bag and turned to face her sister head-on. “Buffy. You have to tell me what’s going on.”
“We don’t have time.”
“You can’t just make demands and expect me to follow. I’m 25 not 15.” Dawn placed her hands on her sister’s shoulders. “How can I defend myself if I don’t know what I’m up against?”
Buffy’s hazel eyes glassed over as tears gathered. “Monica… she… she was killed. There have been reports of these things… Giles is saying they’re reanimated corpses. We’ve ruled out magic. Most of our books are yielding nothing. The military…they’ve gone quiet.” She sighed and sat against Dawn’s dresser, focusing on the window. “Monica became one of these…Reanimated. But she was stronger and intelligent and she tore through the dorms before we could stop her…”
Dawn sat down heavily on her bed. “How many did we lose?”
“Including Monica? Fifteen.”
She swallowed, trying to keep from asking who had died. “So what am I supposed to do when I’m all packed?”
“Join Oz and Zira in traveling west. We have to make sure our Slayers… that they don’t rise and do this.”
Dawn’s blue eyes studied her sister suspiciously. “What aren’t you telling me?”
Buffy said nothing, her gaze was still fixed on the window.
“Where will you go?”
“I have to send other groups out.”
“Buffy, when will you be leaving?”
She sighed. “I won’t.”
“Then you’re coming with me.”
“I can’t, Dawn.” She finally faced her sister. “I have to stand guard over the Hellmouth.”
“And what if you die?”
“Then I want everything I care about very far from here.”
Dawn picked up her bag. “How do we kill the Reanimated?”
“Destroy the head.”
“And Slayers?”
“Silver through the head and burn the entire body.”
“Oz really okay to do this?”
“He can smell them. That’s why I’m sending you with him. He’ll know if something gets close. He’s the best against these things.”
Dawn stuffed things into her bag, not caring or paying attention to what it was. “What am I supposed to do?”
“Survive,” Buffy said softly. “Just survive, Dawn.”