video ✪ i'll be a hurricane when i grow up

[slaying]

[ it's a wonderful daynight in the neighbourhoodfreaky experimental prison village and buffy summers is walking home from the bar. things are good. life is...well, life is kinda good. sorta good. good enough to cause her to question all the surplus goodness. she has an oversized purse dangling from one shoulder and it clinks with booze bottles as

Comments

[lists_to_port]

[Jack had climbed in a window that night. Expectedly. He'd grown quite comfortable in Buffy's bed, idly perusing his journal while waiting for her to come home. Killing time.

But then decorative throw-pillows of all shapes and sizes scatter when the scene over the journal ensues: one of his worst nightmares, coming true before his eyes.

Jack doesn't yell for help; he just books it to the marauding bridge, hoping to find her holding them at bay. Brave. Heroical.

Nothing.]

Annie...

[voice]

[abidinglaw]

[After witnessing the broadcast the admiral thinks for some time over how he might best address Jack. Commanding, maybe? A voice of authority, calling him to reason? His lungs expand but no voice leaves them.

What reason?

Two hours pass. He cannot bring himself to claim to know what the pirate is feeling. Words of sorrow would be honest, but empty. They are not friends. He does not know Buffy well. He cannot console the man, there is no action to be taken. He cannot advise. There is nothing to give.

It is in the early hours of the morning Norrington opens the journal and says;]

Sparrow.

[But how he could hope to help he still does not know.]

[voice]

[lists_to_port]

Norrington. [This is a surprise; Jack had not expected to hear from the admiral over this affair.]

[voice]

[abidinglaw]

[Perfect. What now?]

Have you.. need of anything?

[noprevaricating]

[Archie knows running after Buffy is pointless. Instead, he'll run straight for Dawn's apartment.]

[gasconadead]

[ Oooh. This marks his first time witnessing one of these things, even if it's over the journals, and it's ... not pretty. And he'd just met her, too... shame. ]

[consultmybooks]

[...what.

What?

What?!

The sight of what's happening is so senselessly impossible that, for several precious seconds, Giles can't do anything but stare.

For the next few seconds? He's running. He knows that bridge. He knows that bridge well. He knows it will be empty. But it's easiest if he runs and, besides, maybe she had things that needed to make it home.

When he reaches the scene of the past fight, Giles surveys the purse with its probably broken cargo with the most helpless look on his face. For a while, that's all he'll be able to do.

...why?]

[ratatosk_knight]

[Emil knows she'll be fine - she's Buffy, after all - but that won't stop him from worrying while she's gone.]