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AtS drabbles
Here are seven drabbles featuring characters from AtS.
Big Break
His letters back to LA said he was singing at The Palms, Las Vegas.
The truth? A nice Italian franchise, The Palm, had opened a restaurant in Nevada, and he was their new DJ.
(Hey - one letter's difference isn't that big a lie, right? And messy as his writing is, he can always say that they just read it wrong.)
The owner was nice enough, and he got free lasagne and salad every night. But this really wasn't why he came to Vegas.
When the man from the Tropicana offered him a new job, he accepted without a second thought.
Try Not To Get Anybody Killed…
Half of him wants to put someone else in charge of this.
The other half knows he's the best one for the job. (Watchers always are.)
A small part of him is wishing he'd never come to Pylea in the first place.
Approximately one quarter of him is wanting to risk everything on a full-frontal assault. Take a heroic last stand!
At least a sixth is preoccupied with coldly assessing the troops – deciding who is expendable and who is not. The rest of him is hating himself for it.
Watchers don't save everyone. That's the job. (But they always try.)
Certain Sacrifices
"You going to the Bronze tonight?"
"No. I've got… other stuff."
"Like what?" Harmony looked confused.
Cordelia raised her eyebrows. "Are you suddenly my social secretary?"
It worked. Harmony dropped the interrogation, and started talking clothes.
For about five minutes.
"Hi, Cordelia."
Fake smile. "Hi Willow."
"Are you ready? Giles wants us to start on the…"
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"…on the, um, homework thing."
"Oh, sure. I'll be right there."
The girls looked appalled. "You're really going to hang out with them?"
God, why do you hate me?
Did she really have to give up this much to help save the world?
Mixed Up
There was fire falling from the sky in Los Angeles.
They watched the news report together, and wondered what it meant.
"I want you to have something real,"
Then they drank hot cocoa, and played monopoly.
with eyes round and serious, and fire falling three feet away…
He bankrupted Jess, but then he landed on his Dad's hotel, and it was all
over. The end of the world. The end of everything.
And nothing really mattered any more.
"It doesn't matter. I'll win the next game."
Cheeky smile, ruffled hair,
betrayal, death, destruction…
And on tv there was fire falling.
Forget Me Not
The dust turned to mud, and the mud slowly washed into the gutters. It mixed in with the grime of a million people's feet walking the city.
And mud is mud, after all. Soon enough you couldn't tell one type from another. It was all just dirt, slowly drying in the sun.
A few specks stuck to his leg, just above the right knee.
They lingered there, until a nurse, unthinking, wiped him clean at the start of his examination.
And then there was nothing to show that she had died for him at all.
But it really did happen.
Change of Plans
There's slime all over the floor.
The crib - constructed lovingly by proud parents - is dripping slime. It's oozing between the bars.
Francis picks up the baby before she gets dirty. She's happy, smiling, cooing - but something…
Something is wrong.
It's nothing. She just needs changing.
So he starts to change her, but it's messier than usual - slimy, green, and dripping… oozing… from her…
It's coming from her.
Francis shudders and tries to pull away, but he can't move, and the baby's fangs are covered in blood…
* * * * *
Doyle jolts awake, sweating.
Harri murmurs in her sleep, and snuggles into him, oblivious.
That Was Helpful
Two miles above the freeway, she received one final vision.
Pictures, flowing fast through her mind,
of balls of fire in the sky,
dirt monsters emerging from sleep,
swords in a graveyard,
Kingman's Bluff,
prisons shaped like donuts,
magic staining hair in darkness,
snake-tongued statues,
a coven sending power across continents,
and death, death and destruction, and so much sadness.
The images came accompanied by a blinding headache - just like they had pre-birthday - and a conviction that only one man could prevent the oncoming disaster.
But she was all glowy, and still getting higher, so she couldn't exactly tell anyone.
Big Break
His letters back to LA said he was singing at The Palms, Las Vegas.
The truth? A nice Italian franchise, The Palm, had opened a restaurant in Nevada, and he was their new DJ.
(Hey - one letter's difference isn't that big a lie, right? And messy as his writing is, he can always say that they just read it wrong.)
The owner was nice enough, and he got free lasagne and salad every night. But this really wasn't why he came to Vegas.
When the man from the Tropicana offered him a new job, he accepted without a second thought.
Try Not To Get Anybody Killed…
Half of him wants to put someone else in charge of this.
The other half knows he's the best one for the job. (Watchers always are.)
A small part of him is wishing he'd never come to Pylea in the first place.
Approximately one quarter of him is wanting to risk everything on a full-frontal assault. Take a heroic last stand!
At least a sixth is preoccupied with coldly assessing the troops – deciding who is expendable and who is not. The rest of him is hating himself for it.
Watchers don't save everyone. That's the job. (But they always try.)
Certain Sacrifices
"You going to the Bronze tonight?"
"No. I've got… other stuff."
"Like what?" Harmony looked confused.
Cordelia raised her eyebrows. "Are you suddenly my social secretary?"
It worked. Harmony dropped the interrogation, and started talking clothes.
For about five minutes.
"Hi, Cordelia."
Fake smile. "Hi Willow."
"Are you ready? Giles wants us to start on the…"
please-don't-say-weapons-please-don't-say-stakes-please-don't-bring-up-bloody-dismemberment-or-corpses-please-please-PLEASE-don't-mention-vampires
"…on the, um, homework thing."
"Oh, sure. I'll be right there."
The girls looked appalled. "You're really going to hang out with them?"
God, why do you hate me?
Did she really have to give up this much to help save the world?
Mixed Up
There was fire falling from the sky in Los Angeles.
They watched the news report together, and wondered what it meant.
"I want you to have something real,"
Then they drank hot cocoa, and played monopoly.
with eyes round and serious, and fire falling three feet away…
He bankrupted Jess, but then he landed on his Dad's hotel, and it was all
over. The end of the world. The end of everything.
And nothing really mattered any more.
"It doesn't matter. I'll win the next game."
Cheeky smile, ruffled hair,
betrayal, death, destruction…
And on tv there was fire falling.
Forget Me Not
The dust turned to mud, and the mud slowly washed into the gutters. It mixed in with the grime of a million people's feet walking the city.
And mud is mud, after all. Soon enough you couldn't tell one type from another. It was all just dirt, slowly drying in the sun.
A few specks stuck to his leg, just above the right knee.
They lingered there, until a nurse, unthinking, wiped him clean at the start of his examination.
And then there was nothing to show that she had died for him at all.
But it really did happen.
Change of Plans
There's slime all over the floor.
The crib - constructed lovingly by proud parents - is dripping slime. It's oozing between the bars.
Francis picks up the baby before she gets dirty. She's happy, smiling, cooing - but something…
Something is wrong.
It's nothing. She just needs changing.
So he starts to change her, but it's messier than usual - slimy, green, and dripping… oozing… from her…
It's coming from her.
Francis shudders and tries to pull away, but he can't move, and the baby's fangs are covered in blood…
* * * * *
Doyle jolts awake, sweating.
Harri murmurs in her sleep, and snuggles into him, oblivious.
That Was Helpful
Two miles above the freeway, she received one final vision.
Pictures, flowing fast through her mind,
of balls of fire in the sky,
dirt monsters emerging from sleep,
swords in a graveyard,
Kingman's Bluff,
prisons shaped like donuts,
magic staining hair in darkness,
snake-tongued statues,
a coven sending power across continents,
and death, death and destruction, and so much sadness.
The images came accompanied by a blinding headache - just like they had pre-birthday - and a conviction that only one man could prevent the oncoming disaster.
But she was all glowy, and still getting higher, so she couldn't exactly tell anyone.
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