Perihelion (PG)
Title Perihelion
Author Brutti ma buoni
Rating PG
Words 360
Setting Post-series
Prompt Comet overhead
A/N More of this late Rulesverse Spuffy adventure, told out of chronological order for prompts at sb_fag_ends. After Ancient History, it shows Spike and Buffy’s first activities after taking on the mission, and precedes Prehistory and Once in a Blue Moon.
They were heading into the dark.
That was good. Dark was where they lived. Spike perforce, but the Slayer too these days. Bringing light into darkness, pretty often, he hoped - but still, she wasn’t the sunshiney teenager he’d first become obsessed with.
A mission together felt fragile and precious. New and old both; it had been so long since they’d done this, but once it had been as ordinary as breathing.
Nice simile, William. Very subtle.
He had hopes, though. The way she’d leapt on this mission, though there were many others who could have gone in their place... That said she was itchy for action too. Good stuff. He loved her office-bound, effective self, the directress of the fates of thousands. Sunday mornings in bed with the kids and the newspapers weren’t too shabby either.
But.
Oh, but... She wasn’t quite his Slayer then, and sometimes he needed her to be that.
And now she was.
He’d never been much for astronomy before, but here, with her, heading north towards Svalbard on a rocky old ship, awaiting the (probable) appearance of a comet of doom, Spike experienced a moment of perfect... Well, let’s call it contentment, shall we?
The comet flared, impossible in the day-night sky. Where there had been nothing, now there was a great point of light, a feathering of tail in colours no natural phenomenon would achieve.
He’d been a little worried that he wouldn’t know a freak comet from your garden variety, assurances that no routine comet was in the area notwithstanding. But no Halle-Bopp nor Halley wore a peacock’s tail of turquoise, indigo and gold. Didn’t wink into vision between one human breath and the next, either, nor cause the whole sea to shiver, just for a second.
Buffy turned from her own awed observation and walked into Spike’s arms. Like the rest of creation, she’d had a moment of shock at the unnatural sight, but she was grinning now.
“So, it’s the Apocalypse again.”
“Yep,” he said, deeply content. “Just you and me and the stars falling.”
Call him a sentimental old demon, but it felt pretty good to be undead right then.
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Author Brutti ma buoni
Rating PG
Words 360
Setting Post-series
Prompt Comet overhead
A/N More of this late Rulesverse Spuffy adventure, told out of chronological order for prompts at sb_fag_ends. After Ancient History, it shows Spike and Buffy’s first activities after taking on the mission, and precedes Prehistory and Once in a Blue Moon.
They were heading into the dark.
That was good. Dark was where they lived. Spike perforce, but the Slayer too these days. Bringing light into darkness, pretty often, he hoped - but still, she wasn’t the sunshiney teenager he’d first become obsessed with.
A mission together felt fragile and precious. New and old both; it had been so long since they’d done this, but once it had been as ordinary as breathing.
Nice simile, William. Very subtle.
He had hopes, though. The way she’d leapt on this mission, though there were many others who could have gone in their place... That said she was itchy for action too. Good stuff. He loved her office-bound, effective self, the directress of the fates of thousands. Sunday mornings in bed with the kids and the newspapers weren’t too shabby either.
But.
Oh, but... She wasn’t quite his Slayer then, and sometimes he needed her to be that.
And now she was.
He’d never been much for astronomy before, but here, with her, heading north towards Svalbard on a rocky old ship, awaiting the (probable) appearance of a comet of doom, Spike experienced a moment of perfect... Well, let’s call it contentment, shall we?
The comet flared, impossible in the day-night sky. Where there had been nothing, now there was a great point of light, a feathering of tail in colours no natural phenomenon would achieve.
He’d been a little worried that he wouldn’t know a freak comet from your garden variety, assurances that no routine comet was in the area notwithstanding. But no Halle-Bopp nor Halley wore a peacock’s tail of turquoise, indigo and gold. Didn’t wink into vision between one human breath and the next, either, nor cause the whole sea to shiver, just for a second.
Buffy turned from her own awed observation and walked into Spike’s arms. Like the rest of creation, she’d had a moment of shock at the unnatural sight, but she was grinning now.
“So, it’s the Apocalypse again.”
“Yep,” he said, deeply content. “Just you and me and the stars falling.”
Call him a sentimental old demon, but it felt pretty good to be undead right then.
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