Dance Along the Edge (11/20)
Title: Dance Along the Edge (11/20)
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Buffy, Obi-Wan
Crossover: Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Star Wars
Spoilers: Episode II; all Clone Wars media
Summary: Snark, comedy, action, a hint of romance; what's not to love? A series of of Buffy/Obi-Wan drabbles set during the Clone Wars
Disclaimer: Joss owns "Buffy," Lucas owns "Star Wars," I own my gloves.
AN: This series of drabbles was originally written for the Paradise Lost November Drabble-a-Thon challenge. Most of these drabbles will probably be used and expanded in a story I'm currently plotting and will hopefully start writing once finals are over. Thanks to the amazing revdorothyl for betaing!
Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Seven Part Eight Part Nine Part Ten
Prompt: Afraid
She stood in the middle of an empty plain, turning, trying to find an identifying feature. She had been here before. Finally, she spotted someone: Anakin, who was looking down at his hands in shock. Slowly, he began to sink, a dark hole appearing beneath him. "I killed them," he whispered, looking up with a shocked face. "I killed them all."
Buffy lunged, trying to grab hold of him before he slipped under the darkness. She was too late, as she always was, and he dipped below just as she reached the pit. A blast of heat pushed her back, scorching her skin as lava burst forth from the hole, molten for a brief moment before beginning to cool.
Two new figures appeared, one at each end. The first, a cowled figure, she didn't recognize. The other was Ben, a distraught look on his face. "You were my brother," he whispered as the other man began to laugh victoriously. In the distance, Buffy faintly heard the sound of a woman crying out in pain, and the wail of a child. "I loved you." The laugh only grew stronger, and Buffy was struck by something familiar in its tones.
Cracks began to appear in the hardened surface, light emanating from them. Buffy watched apprehensively as a figure began to rise, it's deep, mechanical breathing sending chills down her spine. Turning to Obi-Wan, the figure turned on its red lightsaber and began to bear down on Obi-Wan. Buffy stood there, rooted to the ground as the lightsaber descended lower, and lower until...
"No!" she gasped, sitting straight up in her bed, sweat beading on her face. Her eyes darted around the darkened tent, her breathing ragged. It was that dream again, the one that had haunted her for the last year, ever since the war had started. It was never frequent, but it always left her shaken, fearful of what future it was trying to warn her against.
"Buffy? Are you alright?" Ben's concerned voice came from the other side of the tent. Buffy closed her eyes and attempted to collect herself.
"Just peachy with some extra keen," she answered in the calmest voice she could get out. "It was just a bad dream, that's all." She knew he didn't believe her, but she also knew he wouldn't press her on the matter. "Seriously, Ben, I'm fine. Go get some sleep. Lord knows we'll all need it in the morning."
He didn't say anything for a moment, and she thought that he was going to come in. "Very well, Buffy," he finally said. "I'll see you in the morning. Sleep well." With that parting shot, she heard him walk away. Taking a deep breath, she lay back down and tried to settle her mind. She would figure out what this dream was trying to tell her; she had to. Forcing the images out of her mind, she drifted into an uneasy sleep.
Part Twelve
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Buffy, Obi-Wan
Crossover: Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Star Wars
Spoilers: Episode II; all Clone Wars media
Summary: Snark, comedy, action, a hint of romance; what's not to love? A series of of Buffy/Obi-Wan drabbles set during the Clone Wars
Disclaimer: Joss owns "Buffy," Lucas owns "Star Wars," I own my gloves.
AN: This series of drabbles was originally written for the Paradise Lost November Drabble-a-Thon challenge. Most of these drabbles will probably be used and expanded in a story I'm currently plotting and will hopefully start writing once finals are over. Thanks to the amazing revdorothyl for betaing!
Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Seven Part Eight Part Nine Part Ten
Prompt: Afraid
She stood in the middle of an empty plain, turning, trying to find an identifying feature. She had been here before. Finally, she spotted someone: Anakin, who was looking down at his hands in shock. Slowly, he began to sink, a dark hole appearing beneath him. "I killed them," he whispered, looking up with a shocked face. "I killed them all."
Buffy lunged, trying to grab hold of him before he slipped under the darkness. She was too late, as she always was, and he dipped below just as she reached the pit. A blast of heat pushed her back, scorching her skin as lava burst forth from the hole, molten for a brief moment before beginning to cool.
Two new figures appeared, one at each end. The first, a cowled figure, she didn't recognize. The other was Ben, a distraught look on his face. "You were my brother," he whispered as the other man began to laugh victoriously. In the distance, Buffy faintly heard the sound of a woman crying out in pain, and the wail of a child. "I loved you." The laugh only grew stronger, and Buffy was struck by something familiar in its tones.
Cracks began to appear in the hardened surface, light emanating from them. Buffy watched apprehensively as a figure began to rise, it's deep, mechanical breathing sending chills down her spine. Turning to Obi-Wan, the figure turned on its red lightsaber and began to bear down on Obi-Wan. Buffy stood there, rooted to the ground as the lightsaber descended lower, and lower until...
"No!" she gasped, sitting straight up in her bed, sweat beading on her face. Her eyes darted around the darkened tent, her breathing ragged. It was that dream again, the one that had haunted her for the last year, ever since the war had started. It was never frequent, but it always left her shaken, fearful of what future it was trying to warn her against.
"Buffy? Are you alright?" Ben's concerned voice came from the other side of the tent. Buffy closed her eyes and attempted to collect herself.
"Just peachy with some extra keen," she answered in the calmest voice she could get out. "It was just a bad dream, that's all." She knew he didn't believe her, but she also knew he wouldn't press her on the matter. "Seriously, Ben, I'm fine. Go get some sleep. Lord knows we'll all need it in the morning."
He didn't say anything for a moment, and she thought that he was going to come in. "Very well, Buffy," he finally said. "I'll see you in the morning. Sleep well." With that parting shot, she heard him walk away. Taking a deep breath, she lay back down and tried to settle her mind. She would figure out what this dream was trying to tell her; she had to. Forcing the images out of her mind, she drifted into an uneasy sleep.
Part Twelve