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Flight #7
Battlestar Galactica
prompt was Lee/Kara, post series, finally getting to spend time together
written for Fall Fandom Free For All
warning for character death

( Well, frak me )

Cure
Buffy
drabble
prompt was Cure

She's had months, but no cure.

Now she has the cure, but no time.

Angelus is in front of her, smirking, taunting. His hands are cold on her throat and face. She knows what's coming, can feel death getting ready to pounce.

A twist, a crunch, and she's done. The cure dies with her, burns in the remains of the computer, glistens in the shattered pieces of the orb on the floor.

The man Angel was dies with her.

Her chance with Rupert, her hope for a life together, gone in the turn of a head.

Jenny slumps to the floor.

The cure dies with her.

A matter of honour, drabble
prompt for open_on_sunday, prompt:shortest and/or longest
Buffy


"Mine is bigger"

"no, it's longer, longer isn't bigger or better. Mine is wide, that's what counts."

From the other side of the door Xander and Willow looked at each other in confusion.

"Okay, pretty sure they're not talking about what I think they're talking about, right?" Xander looked at Willow for confirmation, "I mean girls don't......"

"Uh, not that I know of" Willow said.

"Faith, Buffy, I think you're both a little old to be playing whose got the bigger sword, now put those away and get out your quarter staffs." said Giles.

The swords scrapped as they went back into their scabbards.

From last to ancient First
Buffy drabble
for open_on_sunday
prompt :calling and/or birds


Every other one in her line was Chosen, Called by beings of unimaginable power. They had a purpose, a cause they were born to.

All but her.

She had been dragged, chained. The sight of her village Elder and other wise men from nearby was a comfort only because she didn't know what they had planned.

The darkness slithered and flew through the air and into her, cold and slick.

When she died she felt... something, pass from her, fly out into the world in search of the next one.

The next Chosen.

The first girl to be called by Gods and not old men.

Like a Shakespearean Tragedy,
Buffy
drabble for open_on_sunday
prompt:dash


A brave vessel, who had no doubt some noble creature in her, Dash'd all to pieces."
-The Tempest. Act I, Scene II.

They'd sent her home in a box.

His baby. His Slayer. Now broken.

She'd never known that he'd loved her like a daughter. He kept to Watcher protocol, to a fault. He'd spent her entire life acting as though she were nothing more than a container for something greater.

It must have been a terrible childhood. To grow up and know only training, duty, and obligation.

She'd been more than he could have ever hoped for.

Sam Zabuto just wished he'd told Kendra that before she'd died.

Watcher's Cup
Drabble
Buffy
prompt was Cup

Faith sat Wesley down in front of the library's lone computer.

"What exactly are we doing?" he inquired, as he tried to stand up again. "We have important thing to do, I hardly think it's appropriate for me to be wasting time-"

"This'll only take a minute" Faith said, as she layed a Slayer-powered hand on his shoulder and shoved him down.

Xander queued up the Youtube video, hit play and stepped back.

From the office Buffy emerged carrying a videocamera.

But Wesley was too horrified by what was onscreen to notice.

"Good God! What are those two girls doing?!?!" He shouted before gagging.

Zombie
Buffy
drabble
prompt was The Cranberries Songs (I chose Zombie)


His head is getting heavy, he can't keep it up any longer. He knows something bad's happening, reaches out for his mom, but there's nothing except the pain at his throat.

His eyes slip shut and the vampire drinking from him let his limp young body drop, tears at his wrist and holds it to the boys mouth.

It's a fight for control. A little boy's soul versus the power of the Anointed One, the full power of the Order of Aurelius brought to bear.

The little boy, Colin, doesn't stand a chance.

From the ashes of the five, the Anointed One has risen.

The Poetic Irony Edda, circa 1999
Buffy
prompt was Xander/anyone, Odin hanging on the Tree of Knowledge
for comment_fic

It's been nine days since Cordelia fell through the stairs at the abandoned factory, pierced right through with wrought iron.

The doctors are sending her home today.

She's lucky to be alive, although she's not really feeling too lucky. The pain killers take the edge off but every breath stretches out her stitches, and spreads fire through her guts.

She's stopped seeing things, although Cordelia is pretty sure that has more to do with her getting a tolerance for the morphine, than any damage to her brain healing.

Because she must have been hallucinating.

Xander and Willow!?

There is no way, no freaking way that she gave up everything for that nerd, that freak of nature, just so he could turn around and cheat on her. And with Willow! Poster child for lame-o fashion sense?

They must have used dark magic against her or something. Cordelia Chase doesn't get used, she uses. She doesn't get cheated on, she cheats. Cordelia Chase is the undisputed Queen of Sunnydale High, and when she gets beck to school she will show them exactly who she is, the Bitchiest of them all, and she does not take kindly to insults to hher throne.

For the first time in 9 days Cordelia is starting to feel like herself again. And Xander Harris is going to have hell to pay.

Rehabilitation
Angel
drabble
prompt was can, for open on sunday



She'd been in the can for a couple of years when he came for her. His visit got her out of group therapy, so there's a plus.

But then he told her that Angel was gone and the world needed a hero. She figures the shit's really hit the fan if the closest thing around that resembles a hero is her.

Wow, it really must be the apocolypse.

She's in here because she deserves to be. She breaks out because it's her job (and no one else can do it).

Besides, Faith figures, as safety glass shatters around her, she's feeling pretty rehabilitated already.

What she came for
Buffy/Angel
prompt was Franz Ferdinand song titles

This is what she came for.

To revel in the violence of being a Slayer. Punches, kicks, a knee to the stomach, to the face.

She's beating up a vamp she lured out of the Bronze.

She's beating up a perv for what's in his wallet, a place to stay.

This is what she came for.

To escape. From her demons, both literal and figurative. To run, always to run, which is the nature of the girl.

She's in Sunnydale to escape the demon that killed her Watcher Oh God, how could she leave her like that? to that?

She's in L.A. to escape Buffy and friends, demons of her own making. She doesn't even know who she is anymore.

This is what she came for.

To atone.

She's turning herself in, she's breaking out of prison to fight Angelus, she's going back to Sunnydale to face the people she's hurt.

This is what Faith came for.