World, Mostly Turning

The third chapter of my entry for kellyhk and cindermom's Welcome Back to the Hellmouth Ficathon. Written for elsaf. Story requests will be given at the end of the last chapter.

Hugs and smooches to flurblewig and yourlibrarian for betaing.

Previous chapters here.


Title: Wish You Were Here
Setting: Post-Not Fade Away
Rating: PG
Word count: 2368 (this part)
Disclaimer: Joss likes fanfic. He said so.

Chapter 3 of 6

Spike wasn’t really in any condition to resist her suggestion that he come with. Of course, this being the Spike of yesteryear, that didn’t stop him from trying. Buffy crouched in front of him with her elbows resting on her knees, leaned her forehead against her steepled fingers, and summoned up her remaining reserves of patience.

“Spike,” she said, measuring out each word calmly and reasonably, “I can’t just leave you here. I know where here is now, but technically it shouldn’t really even be at all. We may need each other to find out what’s going on and our way back to the wheres we were, and we’re not going to get anywhere sitting here in this alley.” She peered over her hands to gauge his reaction; somehow, he was managing to look obstinate and semi-comatose at the same time. ( Clicky )

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The next chapter will be a lot of fun to write, but may appear at its own arthritic tortoise pace because: Harry Potter in FIVE DAYS!!! ::rubs hands in anticipatory glee::

The first chapter of my entry for kellyhk and cindergal's Welcome Back to the Hellmouth Ficathon.

This was written for elsaf. I won't give her story requests just yet, but one of them--"no character deaths"--is briefly violated. Key word being briefly, and I promise a happy ending! This isn't an angst fic.

Huge thanks to yourlibrarian and sunnyd_lite for the emergency last minute beta. That'll teach me to write things down on a calendar.

All chapters here.

Title: Wish You Were Here
Setting: Rome, post-Not Fade Away
Rating: PG
Word count: 1784 (this part)
Disclaimer: Joss likes fanfic. He said so.

Chapter 1 of 6

“Dawn?” Buffy checked her watch and called up the stairs again. “Dawnie, you’re going to be late! Antonio’s mother is not going to be impressed if you’re late for your first family dinner with him.”

Dawn appeared in the bathroom doorway, her eyes wide and panic stricken; one hand struggled to put on a high-heeled shoe, while the other was engaged in brushing her teeth.

“Ung co-ing, ung co-ing!”

She teetered on the slender heel of the shoe she was already wearing, failed to regain her balance, and nearly pitched headfirst into the doorframe. The hand with the toothbrush saved her from a fall at the last second, but flecks of foam spattered onto the front of her black dress. She groaned and rolled her eyes, then stomped back into the bathroom to clean herself up.

( Clicky. )