Title: Low Author: Pixie Child Email: glitery_insane_pixie_child@... Pairing: Dawn/Tara Summary: She's leaving, and it doesn't matter that you need her Rating: PG
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She's leaving. Because of Willow, she's leaving. It doesn't matter that you still need her, that the three of you will fall apart without her to break up the tension, see you off to school and make sure Buffy at least tries to enjoy her life. It doesn't matter that you'll have no one to make you pancakes in the morning for breakfast . It doesn't matter that Willow needs her, and that she's sinking deeper, deeper into the magicks without her. It doesn't matter that Buffy is more and more withdrawn without the cheerful, soothing voice to comfort her when she cries.
It doesn't matter that now you'll never get a chance to tell her, that she won't live with you from now on, that you'll have to make appointments to hang out with her, that she won't be there to confide in or cry to after school.
She's leaving, and it doesn't matter that you need her.
She's leaving, and it doesn't matter that you love her.
Carter: Mama said there'd days like this. Fraiser: Really? My ex-husband said that. "Are you outta your mind honey-buns? There is a reason they call it this man's army"
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She's not too sure exactly what happened. They all came at once, as if out of no where, killing them off before anyone had a chance to scream. Buffy was first, her upper body torn from her waist, as Dawn was headed towards her with a bunch of letters of acceptance from universities from around the world. And all she could do was stare in horror as they seemed to be everywhere, converging on the Summer's residence, killing one girl after another, Amanda's shriek as the bringer's knife cut into her stomach, and Kennedy's raw voice crying bloody murder as she went after the uber-vamp that had crushed Willow's head in it's massive claws.
She remembers screaming, so loudly that the closest Bringer actually backed up a second, before he lunged at her, cutting open that damn scar that will never let her forget that she'll never be quite human.
Then blackness.
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Tears wracked her body, and heavy sobs escape, crying like she never has before. Not like when she had watched Kakistos kill her watcher, and not even like when she begged Angel to kill her. Because now there's nothing left. Nothing 'cept a huge pit where Watcher Central once was a long time ago.
At least then she could've told herself that it didn't matter, that she didn't need anyone, that the whole world was out to screw her. And she still could, she guesses, but it wouldn't do any good, because she had actually believed it then. But then she had opened herself up to people. And most of them are dead.
And as she traces the names of all of those who died in front of her with a dirty kitchen knife, she begins to tremble so badly that even the arms of her stability surrounding her and the lips of her love's on hers don't make it stop.
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He hadn't ever thought that he'd see them again, that they had died with the rest of Sunnydale, but he was apparently wrong.
Of course, even if he had, he wouldn't have believed that they'd turn up at Hyperion, Dawn draped over Faith's arms, both bleeding excessively, the Slayer whispering 'it's okay, baby, we'll be okay' over and over in the younger girl's ear a year after the fact, and only two months after the "Uber-Vamps" as Faith called them reigned the earth, killing anything in sight.
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Dawn loved both of them. The two people whom she used to hate more than anything in the world, she now can't imagine life without. Faith, who once told her everything in life worth having was there for people like her to take, without consequences, and Angel; who had broken her sister's heart more times then she could remember, and also had been very creepy and confusing with that whole 'I'm evil half the time' thing he'd had going.
But now here they are, all together, living (if it can be called that) in an old hotel, all sharing one room (she chose, which she thinks was probably Cordelia's once upon a time, if one can judge by the old makeup strewn across the dresser that she and Faith use if they're having a good day), all comforting one another when they wake up, to discover that it's not a dream.
Because nobody could dream up this hell if they wanted to
Carter: Mama said there'd days like this. Fraiser: Really? My ex-husband said that. "Are you outta your mind honey-buns? There is a reason they call it this man's army"
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Title: Truths Author: Pixie Child Email: glitery_insane_pixie_child@... Pairing: Dawn/Kennedy Summary: Sort of a companion piece with Hush. Dawn knows Rating: PG
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She started this thing for revenge, yeah. But, hell, it had gone way beyond that. Like, did she honestly delude herself into believing that it wouldn't have a chance at expanding past... whatever it was she had intended them to be? Dawn had just been a girl. One of god knows how many in Sunnydale's very own crack/whorehouse as it had been labeled in this godforsaken nowhere town.
But now she's more then that. So much more. She actually means something to Kennedy. More than Willow even, if she's going to be honest with herself. She seems like she almost glows. Hell, maybe she does. Maybe Kennedy's so crazy for her that she's gone "outside reality" or whatever the hell the vampire had said.
Not that it matters anymore. Because Dawn somehow knows her original intent. Kennedy can see it in her eyes, and it feels like Dawn's just kicked her when she pushes the potential away when she tries to hug her. She can see the almost-dried tears on Dawn's face and feel them about to spill down her own.
Carter: Mama said there'd days like this. Fraiser: Really? My ex-husband said that. "Are you outta your mind honey-buns? There is a reason they call it this man's army"
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I pick at my plate and glance across the mess hall, trying to follow B'Elanna's stare, unsure of what's gotten her into such a state this time.
"It's disgusting."
'Danger, Will Robinson' flashes through my head, sounding vaguely like Tom Paris, followed by my survival instincts screaming not to poke at an angry dog, but I can't resist teasing her, anyways.
"You were expecting something palatable? Chell's better than Neelix, granted, but he's still working with lelola root." My engineer snorts and jabs her fork in the direction she's all but been spitting in all evening.
"Not the food. Them." She jerks her chin towards Chakotay and Seven, whom I managed to miss the last few hundred times I look over there. They're in deep conversation, and, at second glance, are holding hands across the table.
"Jealous?" I joke, inwardly wondering if I am some sort of masochist.
"Of Seven?" She half-demands, offended. Grinning, knowing I've caught her off guard, I steal a sip from her mug and make a face at the dirt-like bitterness of the 'coffee substitute.' "I haven't had feelings for him in years." Her reply is harsh and her eyes flash furry, whether more from my theft or my suggestion, I'm not sure.
"Actually, I meant Chakotay." Trying to hide my smirk, I take a long drink from my cup; coffee, the real stuff, and just barely manage to stop from giggling at the appalled look on her face. "You and Seven have been spending a lot of time together. Anything you want to tell me?" Her brow furrows even further, and she stands up, ready to leave.
Quickly I grab her wrist and tug, pulling her back down, surprised she doesn't fight me on it.
"Let me go," is her growled response.
"Sit down, Lieutenant." Crossing her arms, she scowls, but stays in her seat. I love being captain. "I was only teasing. You know that." Her hand now in mine, I give it a fast kiss before getting to my feet. "There are still a few hours until I have to go on duty. Any way I can make it up to you?"
She growls again, but this time, it isn't out of anger.
"You still owe me for that birthday thing you pulled." She follows me on the way out, and as the doors open to my quarters, she leans in to put her lips next to my ear.
Buffy can go screw herself. Or better yet, go screw her vampire boy-toy. Fucking bitch. She has no idea. Who the fuck does she think she is, saying that about Chloe? She always looked up to you, relied on you. Because you were her sister. Step, sure, but it may as well have been blood. She had been there for you when you found out about vampires and being a potential with no idea that she was, too. She comforted you when your first girlfriend dumped you, sneaking extra-cheese pizza into the house, even though her mother was a nut who didn’t allow anything that wasn’t no-cal. She held your hand while they gave you 20 stitches in your eyebrow after a nasty fight, and she was always the one who saw the bright side of anything.
And then you told her that no one could know you were sisters, and you let her believe it was because you were ashamed of her when really you wanted to distance her from you so it wouldn’t hurt her so badly if you died.
She wasn’t an idiot. She was just a younger sister who thought no one loved her. And you let her believe it.
Hey! Lookit! 1 new image by Jessamyn for Speak Slow and Fix You Up, and 2 images by Jessamyn and started a soundtrack which was an idea by her, as well on Revolve. Hey! *teasing* Makes you wonder why she never thought to make a D/Faith site?
Anybody know of where I can find a list of the dead potentials and when ther died? Or even have season 7 on DVD? 'Cause if someone were willing to make a list, I'd be verry greatful. *shudders, takes a deep breath* I'd even write a pro-Buffy *begins to pale* fic, if they wanted.
The only ones I'm sure of are Chloe, Annabelle and Eve. And I'm iffy on Molly (in the battle before they kicked Buffy out *dreamy* Good times...) and Amanda&Choa-Ann in 'Chosen'
I turned 17 yesterday! I now have BtVS S3 on DVD, so I'm very happy. I's Faith! Now all I need is S5, and I'll die content. *hyper* Sorry, I'm on a sugar rush.
Now... I—I'm trapped... on a roof. Just one roof... in this time and this place, with an unstable human who drinks too much whiskey and called me a Smurf.
Now... I—I'm trapped... on a roof. Just one roof... in this time and this place, with an unstable human who drinks too much whiskey and called me a Smurf.
New site; I Miss Cassie, Damnit!, and new layouts for I Miss Chloe, Damnit! and my homepage. The last one is similar to the one before it, but I changed around the colours and stuff.
Now... I—I'm trapped... on a roof. Just one roof... in this time and this place, with an unstable human who drinks too much whiskey and called me a Smurf. ~ Illyria, AtS