World, Mostly Turning

I wrote this one a few weeks ago, but it fits the theme of beginnings. Warning: extreme silliness ahead.


Title: Idaho
Setting: Pre-BtVS Season 2
Rating: PG13

He dropped out of high school after tenth grade, bought a moped, and went travelling. He hooked up with Ladonna in Idaho; they'd go to Ellens Air Base at night to smoke a little weed, listen to some tunes, and watch the light show. It was cool.

Then things got heavy. They were chased by a helicopter, picked up by the FBI, and he still wasn't sure what happened to that Mulder guy. It was seriously weird shit.

Oz thought maybe it was time to go back to school. Learn guitar. Join a band.

Somewhere a long way from Idaho.


[A/N: This only makes senses if you've seen "Deep Throat" from Season 1 of The X-Files. Which I saw for the first time not long ago and which inspired me to write this nonsense. Seth Green guest starred in it as "Emil" (though his name is never mentioned on-screen - I guess it's in the script or something). Maybe Oz's full name is Daniel Emil Osbourne?]


::backs away slowly, apologizing::

Two more for the theme of Punishment. One with the angst and one with the not so much.


Title: Penance
Setting: BtVS S6
Rating: PG

Buffy knew she’d done alot of things wrong. She hadn’t killed Angelus when she’d had the chance, and those closest to her had suffered and many others had died as a result. She’d caused her mother and Giles and her friends months of worry when she’d run away to Los Angeles. She’d even tried to kill Faith with her own hands with the intention of feeding the other Slayer’s blood to Angel.

She had died and been brought back to life once before. She didn’t have any memories of heaven to make life unbearable then. This must be her punishment.



Title: Demon Hunter
Setting: Somewhere in the Jossverse
Rating: G

It wasn’t supposed to turn out this way. He was a demon hunter. He made the world safer for everyone. Wherever evil lurked, wherever the forces of darkness threatened humanity, that’s where he’d be. He used to work with a Slayer, but things had gone badly and eventually they’d parted ways. He’d done well enough on his own, though.

Until he’d cheated at poker, pissed off that really mean T’kahir demon, and gotten cursed. Next thing he knew, he was sitting on some guy’s knee with a hand up his shirt.

Now he was Sid, the wee little puppet man.

Only one drabble this week. Still brain-dead from a tiring weekend.


Title: Bedtime Stories
Setting: Pre-BtVS
Rating: G

His mother didn’t read him the usual bedtime stories. Other kids paid nightly visits to the world of Peter Pan, made friends with Winnie the Pooh, and laughed at the antics of the Cheshire Cat. It was different at his house. The stories he heard were frightening, but she said they were things he needed to know.

His fingers traced the 'V' etched into the leather cover of the thick book that she had been reading to him. Nikki rose from his bed, tucked his blankets securely around him, and kissed him goodnight.

"Remember, Robin, the mission is what matters."

Three more drabbles in response to Open On Sunday Drabble Challenge: Minor Characters. Newly written this time.


Title: O Father, Where Art Thou?
Setting: BtVS S5
Rating: PG

Hank strolled with Lynda, his secretary, through the darkened streets of Madrid. He felt a stab of regret that he never brought his daughters on these trips. He knew he hadn’t been a very good father lately. He hadn’t even seen them for a couple of years. It was just...the stuff Joyce had told him! Vampires, slayers, zombies – and Dawn wasn’t even his daughter? He just couldn’t deal. And so he made excuses and kept his distance from them.

Their fangs glistening, two figures crouched in the shadows, preparing to attack.

"Diego, toma a la mujer. El hombre es mío."


[Author's Note: The translation of the Spanish is "Diego, you take the woman. The man is mine." Thanks to leni_ba for the Spanish lesson!]


Title: Chosen One
Setting: BtVS S2
Rating: PG

He knew that hers was not the destiny she wanted. It was unfair that she could never have a normal life and that she must die so young. But she was the Chosen One. Her sacrifice was necessary that others might live.

It was his job to watch over her, protect her and, if the need arose, protect others from her. He had already failed once; he was determined not to do so again.

“You must die. You have no choice.”

Ampata ducked the swinging knife, grabbed the bodyguard’s arm, and moved in for the lethal kiss.

“Yes, I do.”



Title: First Date
Setting: BtVS S5
Rating: G

He wondered how it was that they hadn’t met sooner. She worked at the gallery; he across the street at the publishing house. They both took coffee breaks at the Espresso Pump. Yet somehow their paths had never crossed. Until last week.

He had taken her to his favourite restaurant. Their initial nervousness quickly disappeared and they’d sat talking and laughing long after their meals were finished. He knew this could be the start of something special.

He reread the inscription on the card. "Thank you for a lovely evening. See you soon? Brian."

He hoped she liked the flowers.

The Tori Amos drabbles just poured out of me. These had to be yanked.

In response to Open On Sundays Sex Drabble Challenge


Title: The Last Time
Setting: BtVS Season 3
Rating: PG

It hadn't really been wrong. After all, they were two consenting adults, voodoo-ed chocolate notwithstanding. Of course, they could have chosen a more discreet location than the hood of a police car...

She didn't know how she was going to look Mr. Giles in the eye when she saw him next.

Still, it’d been... nice. It had been a long time and she missed the pleasures that men could provide. Suitors for middle-aged single mothers were few and far between and that fact of life wasn’t likely to change anytime soon.

Joyce sighed and wondered if she'd ever have sex again.


[A/N: Poor Joyce. She never did. :-( ]



Title: Night Visitor
Setting: Post-Chosen
Rating: PG

If he had to stare at this ceiling much longer, Robin thought, he was going to go crazy. It was night, but he wasn't tired - he'd slept enough. What else was there to do when confined to a hospital bed? He cursed the darkness and wished for daylight. At least he was allowed visitors in the afternoons.

A lithe figure slipped silently into his room and closed the door. Soft rustling noises followed and then she was climbing under the covers next to him. He felt the warmth of skin on skin and realised she was naked. "Surprise", Faith whispered.




Title: Why?
Setting: During Conversations With Dead People
Rating: PG

What goes through a man's head when he's dying?

“But there are so many things that I still want to do...”

“Please let my family know how much I love them.”

“I should have spent less time at work and more time with the kids.”

“I’m sorry, so sorry...”

“Was my life well-spent?”

“Why can’t I stay?”

“Not yet, please God no, not yet...”

There is only one thought in Jonathan’s head as he lies on the seal to the Hellmouth, his life spurting out from the stab wound in his belly.

“Why do I have to die a virgin?”


[A/N: I felt kind of bad making fun of poor Jonathan, but couldn't help myself. :-) 'Course he may not have been a virgin - he was living with twins briefly in S4's "Superstar" - but we'll pretend that didn't happen.]



Title: What’s In A Name?
Setting: BtVS S5
Rating: G

Buffy sat in the Magic Box, doodling, amusing herself by combining the names of couples.

Bangel – sounds like a bracelet. Or something you eat with cream cheese and lox.

Biley. Ruffy? Maybe not.

Xanya. Hey – that one’s pretty good.

Wara. Not so good. Better than Tillow, though.

Who else? Jiles. Yuck! Damn candy.

A crash followed by the sound of splintering glass startled her. Dawn had broken yet another crystal ball. The guilty look on Spike’s face meant that he’d had something to do with it too. Buffy looked back at her page.

Spawn. That worked. Monsters, both of them.

Well, I've had this account for a couple of weeks and haven't written anything in it - 'cause I don't know what to write and don't know who would read it anyway. I joined Live Journal because I heard about the Open On Sunday drabble challenges over on Spike's Salvation and it sounded like fun. It *is* fun. I just discovered the world of BtVS and AtS fanfic a few months ago and only decided to start contributing myself last month. I haven't written fiction for a vereee long time so it's definitely been a challenge. As of today, I've had one whole (short) story archived at The Bloody Awful Sandlot (author name: Kristina), which makes me practically famous (not).

Oh ya, I've also made three whole Spike/William icons - woohoo! If you find the script on the William one hard to read, it says "Dianthus barbatus". Do a search on Google to find out what it means. Then you'll know what that pink blob next to William's head is too.

And I've just posted my first drabble to Open On Sunday. Figured I might as well put it here too, for posterity, or puppies and Christmas, or something.


Title: All The Girls Hate Her
Setting: Pre-BtVS Season 1
Rating: G
For: Open On Sunday Challenge – Tori Amos song titles.

It was the last day of school. The yearbooks were out and everyone was in a scramble to get them signed by their classmates – proof that they’d made it through their first year at Sunnydale High, proof that they existed and were liked.

“Sign my yearbook, Willow?”

“Ya… sure...” Willow took the proffered book and scribbled distractedly. “Xander! Wait up!” She was gone.

Marcie’s eyes narrowed with contempt as she read the inscription. “Have a great summer.” Like that was any better than the rest. All the girls hated her. All the boys, too. Didn’t matter. She’d get them next year.