Dance Along the Edge (3/20)
Title: Dance Along the Edge (3/20)
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Buffy, Obi-Wan, Count Dooku
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 glasses.
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
Prompt: Defiance
Even though Buffy's eyes were closed, she distinctly heard the door of her cell snap open and the Count's soft footsteps. "Let me guess why you're here," she said, ignoring the constant tingles the energy shackles sent down her limbs. "You want me to renounce the evil Republic, join your merry band of Separatist planets, and lead a joyous rebellion against the current regime. I can already tell you my answer, so you don't have to waste your breath: it's no."
"That's a shame, since it now means there is little I can do to forestall your execution," Dooku's cultured voice echoed through the chamber. "Although, I do beg you to consider my offer. We could use someone of your caliber leading our troops."
"Did you not hear the resounding 'no' the first time?" Buffy asked, finally opening her eyes and looking at the Count. "Because I will repeat it again for you if you didn't." The Count studied her for a moment, as if she was a strange new species.
"You aren't afraid," he observed. "You're faced with death, and yet you aren't afraid. Interesting." Before Buffy could get in a parting shot, he left, leaving her alone once again.
She quickly lost track of time, no matter how hard she tried to count the hours. The only thing that ended her solitude was the bug men coming to collect her to face whatever they wanted to kill her with. Ben joined her at the entrance to the arena, hands bound as well.
"Well, if I'm going to be tied up to a hunk of rock, at least I'll have company," Buffy greeted him. "Good to see you looking somewhat wholesome after our stay at Hotel Geonosis."
"Yes, because facing death together does make the experience more enjoyable," Ben replied.
"Trust me, Ben, I have no intention of breaking the first rule today," she answered as the cart jerked forward into the bright sunlight. "Staying on this side of death would be of the good." Plus, she didn't really want to find out the third time was the charm for her dying and staying dead.
They continued their banter as their chains were secured, pausing only when Anakin and Padmé were led in to join them. "Let me guess, you were trying to rescue us?" Ben asked Anakin, who only nodded glumly. "Some rescue."
"Don't be so hard on them; they don't have the experience needed to pull off a good one," Buffy chastised him, before Dooku started speaking. Tuning him out, Buffy focused on the gates in front of them. "Hey, Ben?"
"Yes, Buffy?"
"How much you wanna bet I can get free before you?" He looked at her with a smirk on his face.
"Oh, I don't need to bet to know I'll win," he taunted as the gates started to rise.
"You are so on, Ben."
Part Four
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Buffy, Obi-Wan, Count Dooku
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 glasses.
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
Prompt: Defiance
Even though Buffy's eyes were closed, she distinctly heard the door of her cell snap open and the Count's soft footsteps. "Let me guess why you're here," she said, ignoring the constant tingles the energy shackles sent down her limbs. "You want me to renounce the evil Republic, join your merry band of Separatist planets, and lead a joyous rebellion against the current regime. I can already tell you my answer, so you don't have to waste your breath: it's no."
"That's a shame, since it now means there is little I can do to forestall your execution," Dooku's cultured voice echoed through the chamber. "Although, I do beg you to consider my offer. We could use someone of your caliber leading our troops."
"Did you not hear the resounding 'no' the first time?" Buffy asked, finally opening her eyes and looking at the Count. "Because I will repeat it again for you if you didn't." The Count studied her for a moment, as if she was a strange new species.
"You aren't afraid," he observed. "You're faced with death, and yet you aren't afraid. Interesting." Before Buffy could get in a parting shot, he left, leaving her alone once again.
She quickly lost track of time, no matter how hard she tried to count the hours. The only thing that ended her solitude was the bug men coming to collect her to face whatever they wanted to kill her with. Ben joined her at the entrance to the arena, hands bound as well.
"Well, if I'm going to be tied up to a hunk of rock, at least I'll have company," Buffy greeted him. "Good to see you looking somewhat wholesome after our stay at Hotel Geonosis."
"Yes, because facing death together does make the experience more enjoyable," Ben replied.
"Trust me, Ben, I have no intention of breaking the first rule today," she answered as the cart jerked forward into the bright sunlight. "Staying on this side of death would be of the good." Plus, she didn't really want to find out the third time was the charm for her dying and staying dead.
They continued their banter as their chains were secured, pausing only when Anakin and Padmé were led in to join them. "Let me guess, you were trying to rescue us?" Ben asked Anakin, who only nodded glumly. "Some rescue."
"Don't be so hard on them; they don't have the experience needed to pull off a good one," Buffy chastised him, before Dooku started speaking. Tuning him out, Buffy focused on the gates in front of them. "Hey, Ben?"
"Yes, Buffy?"
"How much you wanna bet I can get free before you?" He looked at her with a smirk on his face.
"Oh, I don't need to bet to know I'll win," he taunted as the gates started to rise.
"You are so on, Ben."
Part Four