Fic: 094 August Theme: How I Spent My Summer Hiatus: Willow, seasons 1-7
Title Willow’s Hiatuses. (Hiati?) Or, Back to Our Regular Scheduled Worrying
Author Bruttimabuoni
Rating PG
Word Count 700
Prompt Prompt: 094: How I Spent My Summer Hiatus: Buffyverse, Willow, seasons 1-7
Characters/Pairing (if any) Willow/canon pairings
A/N: seven drabbles, for each hiatus and the end
1.
How pathetic is it being in love with your best friend? Seriously. When you’ve seen him devastated at being turned down by your other best friend. When he’s spent the past six weeks wondering aloud how she’s feeling, what she’s doing, when she’ll be back.
When he got a Buffy postcard and read it aloud to me. Five times. When he analysed every possible nuance of ‘Hope you guys are having fun’ (yes, there are nuances) and sleeps with the card under his pillow. Never mind how I know.
Yes, it’s pathetic. But for me, it’s still all about Xander.
2.
I’m really happy. Is that wrong? Oz is great. I have a real boyfriend. I’m a Dingoes groupie. It’s summer and I’m having fun.
I know Buffy’s okay. I believe it. I have to. We don’t know what happened, but she took a bunch of her things when she left, so she’s not dead. And if she’s alive, how bad could it be?
I think she’s just taking some down time. Hanging out by the beach. Maybe surfing. I wish she’d call. It’s kinda selfish to keep us worrying. But it’ll be okay when she gets back.
Sure it will.
3.
I’d never have expected Cordy to go to LA. Why isn’t she taking up one of those college places? Is it our fault? She’s never been the same since the…rebar incident.
Buffy’s so sad. Giles is unemployed. What’s he going to do now? Faith’s probably dying. And Xander, I guess he’s unemployed too, and I really don’t think he’s worked out his travel plans properly.
Everything’s changing. But still, Oz is great, and there’s college! I just know this is going to be fantastic. UCSD isn’t Oxford, but it’ll be full of people who love to learn. I’ll be normal!
4.
It’s funny how clearing up a giant government conspiracy can take so much time. Seems like every hour there’s another agency wanting to talk to us, check we’re not talking to anyone else.
We’ve been to the beach a few times though. It’s really nice, now we’re all three in couples and can all go out in sunlight. I was worried it would be weird. Riley and Xander, especially, could they cope with the gay thing? Yes! It’s great. It helps, I think that Xander and Anya have the weirdest relationship. Me and Tara? Totally average in comparison.
Happy days.
5.
I used to think being the Slayer’s sidekick was the busiest, most complicated life I could ever have. Turns out? Trying to fill a Slayer-shaped gap in our lives is much more.
There’s the patrolling. We’re sharing mommy-duties for Dawn. Not enough, but we try. I’m suddenly Sunnydale’s robotics expert. And a householder. Power bills, garbage collection, property taxes. The chores rota is colour-coded and complex.
And, of course, on the side, I’m trying to raise the dead. Because I can’t live in this world. None of us can.
We need Buffy back. And we’re going to get her. Soon.
6.
I don’t think any more. There are no thoughts. Tara is gone. I can’t find words for that.
And Warren. I killed him. And I’m not sorry. What does that make me? It makes me wrong. Bad. Evil. Unworthy. Foul. This is a place of peace. I don’t belong. Giles, the coven, they talk to me, but I’m behind a wall. It’s an invisible demarcation between the evil and the good. And I’m on the wrong side.
I thought Giles was going to kill me. I wish he had. There’s no light ahead. There are no thoughts to help me.
7.
Did we do the right thing? I just don’t know.
Yes, we beat the bad guys.
Every time I stop and think I can feel more Slayers awakening. They’re scared, they’re confused. They’re freakishly strong. Think of the damage they could do, willing or accidental.
Imagine if someone got ahold of them, made a Slayer army. Even our thirty-odd were scary enough when they got going. A hundred trained and deadly Slayers…could Buffy fight that and win?
There’s so much to be done. World still needs saving, just maybe from us this time.
But oh my goddess, that spell was…nifty.
Author Bruttimabuoni
Rating PG
Word Count 700
Prompt Prompt: 094: How I Spent My Summer Hiatus: Buffyverse, Willow, seasons 1-7
Characters/Pairing (if any) Willow/canon pairings
A/N: seven drabbles, for each hiatus and the end
1.
How pathetic is it being in love with your best friend? Seriously. When you’ve seen him devastated at being turned down by your other best friend. When he’s spent the past six weeks wondering aloud how she’s feeling, what she’s doing, when she’ll be back.
When he got a Buffy postcard and read it aloud to me. Five times. When he analysed every possible nuance of ‘Hope you guys are having fun’ (yes, there are nuances) and sleeps with the card under his pillow. Never mind how I know.
Yes, it’s pathetic. But for me, it’s still all about Xander.
2.
I’m really happy. Is that wrong? Oz is great. I have a real boyfriend. I’m a Dingoes groupie. It’s summer and I’m having fun.
I know Buffy’s okay. I believe it. I have to. We don’t know what happened, but she took a bunch of her things when she left, so she’s not dead. And if she’s alive, how bad could it be?
I think she’s just taking some down time. Hanging out by the beach. Maybe surfing. I wish she’d call. It’s kinda selfish to keep us worrying. But it’ll be okay when she gets back.
Sure it will.
3.
I’d never have expected Cordy to go to LA. Why isn’t she taking up one of those college places? Is it our fault? She’s never been the same since the…rebar incident.
Buffy’s so sad. Giles is unemployed. What’s he going to do now? Faith’s probably dying. And Xander, I guess he’s unemployed too, and I really don’t think he’s worked out his travel plans properly.
Everything’s changing. But still, Oz is great, and there’s college! I just know this is going to be fantastic. UCSD isn’t Oxford, but it’ll be full of people who love to learn. I’ll be normal!
4.
It’s funny how clearing up a giant government conspiracy can take so much time. Seems like every hour there’s another agency wanting to talk to us, check we’re not talking to anyone else.
We’ve been to the beach a few times though. It’s really nice, now we’re all three in couples and can all go out in sunlight. I was worried it would be weird. Riley and Xander, especially, could they cope with the gay thing? Yes! It’s great. It helps, I think that Xander and Anya have the weirdest relationship. Me and Tara? Totally average in comparison.
Happy days.
5.
I used to think being the Slayer’s sidekick was the busiest, most complicated life I could ever have. Turns out? Trying to fill a Slayer-shaped gap in our lives is much more.
There’s the patrolling. We’re sharing mommy-duties for Dawn. Not enough, but we try. I’m suddenly Sunnydale’s robotics expert. And a householder. Power bills, garbage collection, property taxes. The chores rota is colour-coded and complex.
And, of course, on the side, I’m trying to raise the dead. Because I can’t live in this world. None of us can.
We need Buffy back. And we’re going to get her. Soon.
6.
I don’t think any more. There are no thoughts. Tara is gone. I can’t find words for that.
And Warren. I killed him. And I’m not sorry. What does that make me? It makes me wrong. Bad. Evil. Unworthy. Foul. This is a place of peace. I don’t belong. Giles, the coven, they talk to me, but I’m behind a wall. It’s an invisible demarcation between the evil and the good. And I’m on the wrong side.
I thought Giles was going to kill me. I wish he had. There’s no light ahead. There are no thoughts to help me.
7.
Did we do the right thing? I just don’t know.
Yes, we beat the bad guys.
Every time I stop and think I can feel more Slayers awakening. They’re scared, they’re confused. They’re freakishly strong. Think of the damage they could do, willing or accidental.
Imagine if someone got ahold of them, made a Slayer army. Even our thirty-odd were scary enough when they got going. A hundred trained and deadly Slayers…could Buffy fight that and win?
There’s so much to be done. World still needs saving, just maybe from us this time.
But oh my goddess, that spell was…nifty.