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This is the fifth, and last, of the half completed ten part drabble series I was writing for elisi 's birthday three years ago. At this point I started to get far too complicated; possibly clever too, and drifted away from what had been my intended plan for the series. Recently I was able to recover that headspace I'd been in and finish the series; at least as close as I could get to my original idea.

This part will be behind a cut, as it gets pretty R-rated as Buffy forces Spike's 'That one time' secret from Satsu. 

 

 

TITLE: “Three Steps to Heaven.”

AUTHOR: kerkevik_2014

CHARACTERS: Satsu; Buffy,

PAIRING: Buffy/Satsu;

WORD COUNT: 100,

A/N: “I give her the rose with unfurled petals.

She smiles

and crosses her legs.

I give her the shell with the swollen lip.

She laughs. I bite

and nuzzle her breasts.

I tell her, 'Feed me on flowers

with wide open mouths,'

and slowly,

she pulls down my head.

 

(I Give Her the Rose by Suniti Namjoshi)

 

 

FLǕGGȦ∂NKđ€ÄŒHIŒβǾLʃÊN! )

 

Goddess watch over us all,

Kerk TehKek

 

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This is the fourth of the ten drabble series that I started to write for 's birthday three years ago. Only half completed I recently managed to finish them; out of nowhere it seems to me. I hope to have all ten posted tonight.

 

 

TITLE: “Standing in the Shadows of Love.”

AUTHOR: kerkevik_2014

CHARACTERS: Nina; Satsu,

WORD COUNT: 100 ,

A/N: “Some days suck and bring bad luck

with troubles by the load.

There's a pothole or a speed bump

every step along the road.

But here's the way I save the day --

I simply think of you.

That burst of sunshine makes me smile

and helps me make it through.

 

 

Part Four: “Standing in the Shadows of Love.”

 

 

Tomorrows game's on,” Nina announced to cheers from her class.

Though Satsu's raised eyebrows brought a smile it was obvious how tired she was.

It had to be tough; married as she was to Buffy's first great love.

Satsu's own marriage was hard to avoid; though everyone tried to keep affections discreet.

 

Even Andrew's married,” Buffy had joked once in bed.

Does he know that?” she'd quipped.

 

Mischievous, Satsu leant in and whispered, “Not playing?

Nina slapped her wrist.

Angel may have had his one time, but I'm a happily married mother; so bugger off!

 

Satsu smirked, “My intention exactly.

 

 

 

Goddess watch over us all,

Kerk TehKek

 

 

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This is the third of a ten-part drabble series; intended for 's birthday, and half completed three years ago. Recently I was able to get back into a good enough head space; canon-wise, to complete the series. I hope to have all ten posted tonight.

 

 

TITLE: “Waterloo Sunset.”

AUTHOR: kerkevik_2014

CHARACTERS: Angel; Nina,

PAIRING: Angel/Nina,

WORD COUNT: 100,

A/N: “Earth has not anything to show more fair:

Dull would he be of soul who could pass by

A sight so touching in its majesty:

This City now doth, like a garment, wear

The beauty of the morning; silent, bare,

Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie

Open unto the fields, and to the sky;

All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.

Never did sun more beautifully steep

In his first splendour, valley, rock, or hill;

Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep!

The river glideth at his own sweet will:

Dear God! The very houses seem asleep;

And all that mighty heart is lying still!

 

(Composed Upon Westminster Bridge, September 3, 1802

by William Wordworth)

 

 

Part Three: “Waterloo Sunset.”

 

 

Two hundred years; he could still the horses and their warm, fresh dung.

Which, nonetheless, smelt better than what often floated underneath the bridge.

The sun was the issue, he watched it rise wherever he could.

He never missed its setting.

As it disappeared he pressed his cheek back against the precious warmth of Nina's hand brushing agin it.

 

You should try to get some sleep; our flight to Conakry is early.

 

I wish I'd ~

 

We had to take a break;” she kissed his cheek.

 

She led him from the bridge by the hand; away from the accusing sunset.

 

 

 

 

Goddess watch over us all,

Kerk TehKek

 

 



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This is the second of a ten-part drabble series; written three years ago and intended for elisi 's birthday. Only half completed at the time, I hope to finally have all ten posted tonight.

 

 

TITLE: “We Gotta Get Out of This Place.”

AUTHOR: kerkevik_2014

CHARACTERS: Illyria; Angel,

WORD COUNT: 100

A/N: “Now farewell light, thou sunshine bright,

And all beneath the sky.

May coward shame distain his name,

The wretch that dare not die!”

 

(Robert Burns: MacPherson's Farewell)

 

 

Part Two: “We Gotta Get Out of This Place.”

 

 

Her grief was like a raw burn; he was well used to it.

She was staring into the rain sodden sky.

 

We gotta get out of this place.

 

Turning her gaze on him she seemed tired.

 

Your speech has become corrupted.

 

Too much time around kids?

 

Are the young ones safely away?

 

Aye.

 

Leave us.

 

He thought to argue her order, but was stayed by her stiff tone.

 

They must not discover his Humanity.

 

Angel gazed one last time at that intensely annoying face, before walking away; rain hiding his tears, as it did hers.

He could walk home from here.

 

 

 

Goddess watch over us all,

Kerk TehKek

 



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This is the first of a ten-part birthday drabble series, intended for elisi 's birthday; half completed three years ago and, finally, finished recently. I hope to get all posted tonight.

 

 

TITLE: “Have You Ever Seen the Rain?”

AUTHOR: kerkevik_2014

CHARACTER: Spike, Illyria,

WORD COUNT: 100

A/N: From the Death of Beowulf ~ “Beowulf spoke, despite his wounds. (He knew well he'd seen the last of this world's joys, that he'd numbered his last day.) “Now should I give my sons my battle garments, but fate did not grant that I have sons. I ruled the people fifty winters. Not one king among the neighbouring peoples dared greet me with a sword; I feared no one. I awaited my destiny well: never did I plot a quarrel, never did I swear an unjust oath. I take joy in this, despite a mortal wound. The Ruler of Mankind will not charge that I murdered a kinsman when my life departs this body.”

 

 

Part One: “Have You Ever Seen the Rain?”

 

 

She witnessed the fluttering of the Pet's eyelids; familiar scar obscured by the red life that fled him.

She felt a hand; feeble even for a mortal, inflict pressure on hers.

His breath hissed; nearly inaudible, the Pet uttered one word.

Slayer?

Muscle tightened, unaware it didn't exist.

Hair's the wrong colour.

A smile played on her lips; unwitnessed, for he could not see.

Heavens' tears were heavy in the air; redolent of Autumn and The Fall.

Have you ever seen the rain?

There was puzzlement on her face, she knew.

Then she saw with his clarity; blind as he was.

 

The Pet slipped away, as the rain fell.

 

 

 

Goddess watch over us all, 

 

Kerk TehKek

 

 

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TITLE: 22

AUTHOR: kerkevik_2014

FANDOM: Buffy the Vampire Slayer

CHARACTERS: Buffy, Angel, Dawn, Rona, Chao-Ahn, various other characters being mentioned.

WORD COUNT: 1360

A/N: http://kerkevik.livejournal.com/19023.html contains the original version of this story; written before three characters; Satsu's wife (Gazaleh), Dawn's wife (Lisa, from “The Body”) and the Chaplain all became much clearer, and important, to my imagining of this world.

It was also written before I realised that Satsu & Gazaleh were connected so strongly to this older; polyamorous, version of Buffy.

Roughly two years after I first wrote in this Buffyverse; which I call the 22'verse, after this fic I began writing a series of drabbles for elisi 's birthday. I got badly detoured part way through that, though the initial image; with sound effects stayed strong in my mind. So strong it's taken more than three years to get my head back to where it needed to be to complete the stories.

I can't honestly say that the collection traversed the same path between part five and its conclusion that it did back then, but I have written other stories in this 'verse, and there will be many more; some, possibly peering back into Spike's adventures, as well as stories about the Slayers in those intervening years.

 

 

They never knew where they came from; every year, almost to the hour, they arrived.

Neither did they know who sent them. When the investigated, it always a different person; usually Human, and female, and always a friend to the sender.

They always sent a Council Operative; even Buffy couldn't get the Council she led to approve the release of an actual Slayer and, invariably, the word would come back that the return address 'was vacated within the last couple of days; rent paid up to the end of the month.

And always in untraceable currencies.

But she had a fair idea, since they always arrived in time for the anniversary of the night Buffy had been kicked out of her own house by Dawn and the others and it was always Dawn she remembered; Dawn she felt she'd let down by letting things get that bad.

The night she'd been held, comforted; strengthened to finish the fight by a stroppy, bitchy, poetic undead...

Whatever, wherever they were, they gathered at dawn for a breakfast of the contents of the packages; always as fresh as any guest of a five star Mayfair hotel could expect.

Nothing changed until the Slayers on the Council finally outnumbered the Watchers; when Buffy got Dawn installed as Council Head; together with Kennedy installed as Operations Chief of the newly-unified Intelligence Division.

Which, of course, meant she rarely saw either anymore; or their wives... especially Willow, because whither Kennedy etc...

Soon they had linked into the fact that it had always been the same woman; female usually; one of only two unconfirmed survivors of the Great Los Angeles Holocaust of '04, which had left the majority of southern California a blasted wasteland; LA itself a virtual no-man's land for Humans.

Once they knew for certain who She was, tracking down the identity of the sender, and his whereabouts was a cinch.

 

It had just turned dark on the evening of the twenty-fifth of June; two thousand and twenty-one of the Common Era, when Buffy sat down to review the daily reports from Senior Slayers across the globe.

She was on her fifth cup of very strong, and very bad – ironic, given they were based not too distant from the capital of one of the world's largest coffee producers – when a knock on the door announced the unexpected arrival of her kid sister, who entered the room with a very sober expression on her face.

Buffy saw past Dawn and saw others behind her, especially Satsu. A brief smile crossed her lips; she and the Head of Asian Operations always had a good time whenever she was at HQ; meals; walks, a fuck; as Satsu was wont to put it, despite she being a married woman, to an Iranian Ironwoman Buffy had ironically introduced her to, though her boss always countered she was as equally married to her destiny.

Then she saw Kennedy grasping Will's hand, which she rarely ever did; Dawn's wife standing behind them; Faith with Xander's arm around her shoulders; even rarer.

Her eyes travelled back to the wet glow to her sister's eyes; the bleakness of her expression, then back to the door as Vi and Rona, currently her senior Slayers based at, their always mobile, HQ; then Riley and Sam entered, holding the door wide as Angel pushed Giles in his wheelchair into the room.

Buffy felt a chill run through her; heart turning to a heavy lump forcing unwanted life through her veins; forcing her eyes down she stared blankly at the sheet of paper she'd been about to sign off on.

Insensibly she placed the black pen down, and pulled a victorian-era eagle feather quill pen that had been a reverse wedding gift.

Carefully, hiding the turmoil of her emotions, she dipped the nib into an inkwell.

Carefully she tapped off the excess, and inscribed a red number one in one of the columns; where she had been about to mark a zero in black. Laying down the pen she looked up as Dawn; hand stroking Buffy's hair placed the transcribed message in front of her sister.

Carefully She leant into Dawn's comforting arms as her eyes; brain took in the message that Chao-Ahn had sent from the West of Ireland.

Chao-Ahn's English was much better written, than spoken, but a smile threatened as she recalled the jokes that passed around the commissary at her exaggeration of her accent whenever she'd been regaling newbies with tales of slaying.

Having spoken to the inhabitants of Clonteach, I regret to report the death of William Pratt; known as Spike, this last seventh day of May, in the two thousand and twenty-first year of the Common Era. The Anglican Pastor; Reverend Jean Renfield, and Catholic Priest; Father William Donachie, of the parish, both reported how he seemed to appear from nowhere to defend the Combined Children's Pipe Band from Demons who attacked during practice in the Community Hall. He fell before a female of a blue demonic visage could reach him; she killed the demons who took his life.

Before she could take note of something erased from the message Angel was suddenly standing in front of her; Nina brushing his cheek with a kiss as he leant in and brushed tears from Buffy's face.

We thought we'd have breakfast in the courtyard at daybreak. The Chaplain will lead us in a prayer before we sing a hymn that he liked... if that's okay with you?

Numb, and simply grateful not to have to do too much thinking, she grasped his hand; feeling strange still over the unaccustomed heat it held, and squeezed it as everyone gathered around her; sharing an communal grief at a fallen comrade; at her loss, and the sense of their common mortality it all awakened.

They'd all known he was out there somewhere; somehow managing to make the Scarlet Pimpernel look as hard to find as Clem when there was a Cat Show in town. Known, but nobody had ever spoken, about the newly-assigned Slayers who reported being rescued by an indescribable stranger, and his companion, who never spoke to them.

 

~~~~~

 

As dawn broke the next morning; eighteen years and eighty days after that night he'd held her; given her the faith; strength, and courage to go out and enter the valley once more, the Chaplain raised her lone voice and led them all in singing Abide With Me, his favourite Hymn; the only Hymn they knew he knew if she was honest.

Buffy broke the seal of the tin box containing, as always, several dozen home-made victorian recipe ginger cook... biscuits, and several boxes of old-fashioned; as in loose, no bags for him, English Blend Indian Tea.

She watched as the now well-practiced rituals of this, their very own tea ceremony were played out; noting with tearful pleasure the greater than usual attendance then, when everybody had their cups of tea to hand, she got up to speak.

This poem was one of his favourites. It was written, he believed, to commemorate the pilots who defended his birthplace from the German Luftwaffe bombers during the Battle of Britain. It goes something like this...

 

Remember those not here today,

and those unwell, or far away.

 

And those who never lived to see

the end of War, and Victory.

 

And every friend who passed our way.

Remembered as of yesterday.

 

It's absent friends

We miss the most.

 

To all, let's drink a loving toast.

 

To some muted sounds of china cups touching; softly spoken, “To absent friends,” they all toasted ALL those who'd been lost; even if they were all focussed on different people.

She heard Rona, from somewhere to her left, and behind, say (in a bad cockney accent), “Goodbye, you wankers!

Bittersweet smile on her face she sought out Angel and, catching his eye, they shared a nod of acknowledgement, of their shared love of their lost friend, and of each other.

 

Mind full of the last time she'd seen him; her lover, she raised her cup to Angel and mouthed a silent, “Thanks.



 May the Goddess watch over us all, 

 
 

 Kerk TehKek 








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