kerkevik_2014: (2spirit pride flag)
 

  TITLE: Bushwacked

  AUTHOR: kerk hiraeth

  FANDOM: Torchwood / Buffy the Vampire Slayer (22'verse) crossover

  CHARACTERS: Spike; Captain Jack Harkness, m/m slash if you squint, 

  LENGTH: 250,

  PROMPT: Fandom: Torchwood/Buffy; Characters: Jack Harkness/Spike; Premise: A case of mistaken identity occurs when Jack meets Spike and mistakes him for John Hart. Angst, perhaps? Prompt is a result of this post http://kerkevik-2014.livejournal.com/148179.html This is also in that series which, if you're following the titles, should really have given you the answer as to where I'm getting the inspiration for them from. 

  A/N: Ok, so this is the first of the ~ would you call them sponsored? ~ fics, for which someone is donating to a_phoenixdragon's GoFundMe here . Hopefully I've come up with something good enough to earn the money; if not well I will be contributing it myself. This was requested luckweaver as a gift for elisi . Had to sit down and finally watch some Torchwood; specifically the eps with Captain John Hart in them, though not because he's in here because prompt... ending is deliberately open so if you want to imagine stuff; go imagine. 

 

     Spike looked over Tiger Bay; wished he'd come here when it was worth something, and wondered where in Hell's name Blue was.

   Someone was yelling, “John!

   He'd known a pain that visceral himself; day he thought of going back and could only see her face on that bathroom floor, long since swallowed by the Pacific, that made that pain an every moment experience.

   Could be something as simple as Blue's inner Fred of course, but whatever had brought him here, should have brought her too.

   A fist drug him painfully back to reality; nearly knocked him into the water too, if not for the fist turning into a hand that grabbed his ankle; saving him from a severe wetting.

   They stared at each other for a few moments; one looking confused, as he passed from fury to mere puzzlement, the other just confused from a brain wobble that he'd have been proud to have received from Ali himself.

 

   “You going to pull me up then, beautiful?

 

   Finally face to face with his bushwacker, Spike was told, “You even sound like him.

 

   “Remind you of someone, do I?

 

   He waved a hand, mumbled something about hair; sounding as if he was crying without shedding. Man was on the edge.

 

   “Vamp could do with a good cuppa, “ he suggested to the retreating back of an old-fashioned RAF greatcoat, though he regretted adding that he liked it, when the guy seemed to physically sob.

 

   “Darjeeling. I'll show you to the rift in the morning.

 

 

    Goddess watch over us all in these dark times,

    

    Kerk Hiraeth

 

 

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   Additional note: all the stories in this series have been posted in 2017.

  TITLE: Return of the Watcher; Scene 116, INT Slayer's Office

  AUTHOR: kerk hiraeth

  FANDOM: Buffy the Vampire Slayer (set in the 22'verse)

  LENGTH: 1,089 words

  A/N: This is pretty much from Giles' pov; set more than twenty years after he fired by the watcher's council and at a time when he is increasingly paying the price for all those bangs on the head; not to mention his youthful indiscretions. Felt also that it was time to clue peeps in to why it is that Buffy is so personally invested in this new Slayer that I've been writing about. Finally, if there aren't enough clues into the title; go hunt down the script for Return of the Jedi and there you will find, during scene 116, my favourite exhange between Leia Organ and Han Solo.

 

     “Are you sure about this?” 
 

   He sighed.

   He was only just out of the hospital for fuck's sake; again, with his future prognosis bleaker and less optimistic than ever, but he was here; Willow having found another combination of herbs that would let him function more or less normally; which the drugs he had to take would not.

   He wanted to yell at her, “Of course not! I'm in fucking agony every time I move and think and piss, and I have to be reminded who I am and what I'm about at least five times a day, but...”

   But he pretended he was still Rupert Giles officially Head of the Watcher's Council and technically still Watcher to THE Slayer and just kept his irritation to a barely detectable level.

 

   “I am quite capable of running this place... still,” the last wasn't as under his breath as he would have liked, but Buffy seemed to miss it anyway; irritatingly checking with Olivia and Faith, which perked up his mood no end.

   Somehow he kept Ripper contained; let him loose and he'd never get her out of here. Distracted he missed a bit of their exchange; not that he could always follow what was going on on his best time.

 

   “... besides we can always play naughty secre... “ Fortunately his self-esteem by Buffy's still sometimes extant prudish streak.

 

   “I really don't want to know!

 

   Rupert found his mind fondly drifting back to the days when she saw his youthful; no self-delusion there, middle-aged self as ancient. “No... because you're old, and it's gross.

   Wickedly he wondered what she'd say if she knew just how active his and Olivia's sex life still was, even with him in a wheelchair virtually the entire time he was out of the house.

   His face must have betrayed him because Olivia flicked his ear in warning; deciding to note that for later when they were home, he leant forward.

 

   “Even you need a break once in a while Buffy; remember when you actually used to take a holiday?

   He thought to himself that the last actual break from Slayering she'd taken had been after the demise of The Master. Even this personal search, which they'd played on for weeks when she'd mooted the idea herself was a busman's holiday.

   He settled back in his chair when Olivia placed a gentle hand on his shoulder; knowing how he would be plagued later if he didn't sit properly.

   “I'll have more than enough assistance, and assistants fussing over me, every bloody moment of the day and night, which he kept to himself “so go find this new Slayer who's filling up your dreams.

 

   Lord knew she had to be important if Buffy was dreaming about her; especially talented as well if the best Slayers; demons and watchers they'd put on the task had only been able to find her after she'd been somewhere. At least now they knew where in the world she was likely headed, and a good idea why as well.

   Buffy bloody well still looked over again at Faith; privately he cursed at Olivia for persuading him to have her here as well.

   Ripper gritted his teeth while Giles watched and pretended to be calm.

   Bloody-actual-Slayer Faith just shrugged; blowing smoke out of an open window, then walked over and bloody patted him on the head before Olivia gratifying kicked her shin.

 

   “G-Man and me can keep a handle on things while you're gone and, “ fucking bitch winked at Olivia, “the Big O there can keep him happy. What'we need you for? Take a few B; you've earned it.

 

   Actually, when he reflected on it later, he had to admit he liked Faith's way of expressing that, as insulting as he found it at the time.

   Of course it wasn't really anyone's words that clinched the deal; after all Buffy's own instincts would have driven her to go in the end.

   After she'd driven everyone insane.

 

   No, it was your basic act of naked bribery that did it.

   Something metallic glittered in the sunlight as it was shaken; dangling from Faith's smoke-stained fingertips.

 

   “The bike?

   His Slayer's eyes were almost ravenous as his at the thought of riding the first bike Faith had rebuilt; almost from scratch, back at their first HQ after Sunnydale's destruction; still the official organisational HQ actually. Giles remembered being told; threatened actually, that, No man; especially a watcher, G-Man, is ever getting their ass on her.

   He'd never wanted to be a woman, so had never mentioned the idea again.

   Never stopped him dreaming about it though; once in a while.

   Faith had done a beautiful job; damned thing looked almost as it must have done when someone would have driven it out of the shop sixty, or seventy years before.

   To his Slayer's credit she actually hesitated... for all of about two seconds before almost taking the tips of Faith's fingers off. Three pairs of eyes followed her as; to them, almost in slow motion, she turned and walked out of her own office.

 

   “Wow, our General...” Faith stopped as Rupert held his hand up, grimacing at the sudden movement.

 

   “Not a jinxing word until she's on that flight to New York,” Faith muttered his own words back to him, as they turned to the window and watched Buffy; their General who, to their collective knowledge, not willingly taken an actual vacation day since college, slowly walked; seemingly talking; trying to convince herself?, aloud as she walked over to where Chao-Ahn was waiting to drive her.

   'Bike's I can trust her with; cars? Not so much,' Faith's husband had once said. Giles made a note to call Xander to tell him he'd lost his bet; wondering to how much satellite calls to the Namibian desert were likely to cost these days.

   Lowering his hand he made to say something to Faith, but she was already walking. “Don't worry, Roller Boy; I'm on it.

 

   “Fuck off,” he told her as she closed the office door behind her, politely snickering as she did so. Olivia was already there at the drinks cabinet.

 

   “Whisky?

 

   Exasperatedly, he said, “You know perfectly well...

   Stopped by the hand palm faced toward him, he had to grin when she replied, “Who said it was for you?

   Returning with a half full tumbler she hunkered down in front of him affectionately brushing his cheek with that same palm.

 

   “Leia, “ he said softly.

   She stood and stepped behind him; kissing the nape of his neck.

   “Han, “ she whispered back at him.

 


    Goddess watch over us in these dark times,

   

    Kerk Hiraeth

 

 

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  TITLE: Fanging It

  AUTHOR: kerk hiraeth

  FANDOM: Buffy the Vampire Slayer (set in the 22'verse)

  CHARACTERS: Buffy Summers;

  LENGTH: 450,

  A/N: Just a Buffy POV set before the previous OC slayer/watcher fics posted yesterday. One thought though; always been uncomfortable, and very slightly annoyed and angry that so much of fandom is obsessed with who gets to 'bang' Buffy last. Why can't someone be comfortable with being on their own for a while; polyamorous, or just simply taking lovers when she wants; or needs. Or just being single for a while? Anyway, to a mature; thoughtful and pretty content with her lot General Summers; off on a busman's holiday.


     She stole a fucking steam train!

   Buffy was chuckling at the audacity of this slipperiest of new Slayers as she tramped away from the Sapling; more a tree after all these years. She'd been telling her Mom all about her for the past hour. 
   This, the first and oldest of the Slayer Central Academies; run now by the, mostly, retired Vi and Rona, was looking in good shape; though the block where her old office had been could use some repairs she noticed as she made her way; digging the keys Faith had given her out of her old leather jacket, a gift of Giles' (bit big, but she was wearing plenty of warm padding underneath it, so that was of no never mind), up the incline to the hut/shelter/garage Faith had built before they'd started migrating to where the most dangerous trouble spots were.

   Opening the doors, she entered, grateful it was daylight since the light wasn't working. She pulled the tarp from over the Indian motorbike Faith had remodelled all those years ago, and hadn't ridden since she'd turned thirty.
   Buffy checked it over; filled up with gas, and wheeled it out into the open. There was a mist coming in from the river; warnings of snow she recalled, though she planned to route herself well to the south of those worries.

   Fortunately, though it would be cold most of the way, at least; where this Slayer was headed was reported dry.

   She could hear Giles; her Mom, and Dawnie all warning in her head when she simply stowed her helmet.

     “Easy rider, B; easy rider. Let the wind take your hair, and fly.”

   She felt a melancholic twinge as that memory of Faith went through her mind. First solo ride on a bike; Triumph, as she recalled, after months of lessons from Faith and taken while she was naked, and still sweaty from sex with her ex-lover.

   She'd nothing but ex-lovers now, but felt no loneliness out of it. All were friends; scattered all over the world, and most would drop things with demur to come if she asked; even share her bed, but she found she didn't need them for that comfort anymore.

   She wondered if maybe she could take those blasted cookies from the oven.

   Shaking her hair free from its scrunchy, she ululated fit to wake the sleeping Slayers not two hundred meters away.

   Starting up her bike, she roared off towards the gates; turned left and head off towards the freeway downstate.

   Nobody could hear her, but she was laughing out loud all the way; every once in a while channelling Furiosa from that Mad Max movie Faith was obsessed with.

 

    Goddess watch over us all in these dark times,

      

    Kerk Hiraeth

 

 

 

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   TITLE: Desert Jazz; Provider of Woes Extreme

   AUTHOR: kerk hiraeth

   FANDOM: Buffy the Vampire Slayer (set in the 22'verse)

   CHARACTERS: OC; again, see the immediately preceding stories in this series for particulars on what my muse has revealed of them thus far.

   LENGTH: 602,

   A/N: This one does specifically refer to the Slayer's age when they began their relationship, so it's worth repeating that warning. The title comes from a sense of letting this story flow from three separate sources until they finally made sense; one of them being the original title of where this began; including inspiration from the music playing when I finished it.

 

     She'd been fourteen; woman for years.

   He was just shy of his fiftieth birthday; newly a dead man, only uncertain of time when he'd tried to arrest her, a drunk teenager; forgetful that he was no longer a policeman. Later that night, she'd rescued him from an unseen joyrider; fast even in those pre-Powered days.

   Given a place by her fire he'd found himself unwilling to resist her when she sought comforts his moral code; anyone's moral code would have until a few days before, would have disgusted him.

   When she asked him to kneel and suck her cock; fingers entering her vagina as he did so, he found himself shocked at the lack of his previously self-assumed homophobia.

   He swallowed and she licked the residue from his lips before she fucked him to a tearful rest.

 

   It seemed all so long ago; long before they experienced the realities of the hidden supernatural world on a backstreet in Bolton.

   Not long after that she had felt something burn through her; screaming as she somehow managed to stop him from diving from the roof of a high rise in Leeds.

   Calm; cold fear at the loss of him too soon driving her on, she persuaded him to follow her down to the Gloucestershire woods where she had been brought up, only to find her adoptive parents long gone into the ground.

 

   They found a letter though; written in childish written, and expressed, Spanish, that told her of her origins in the deserts of the American South-West, brought to England by activists trying to help her birth parents escape.

   Nothing on who they'd been, or why they'd not escaped.

   Only that they'd been killed; last of their people.

 

   She was Native American. Apache; Ute, they had no way of knowing, but she finally had a sense of, somewhere out there, being somewhere she could belong.

 

   Word reached him that strangers were looking for her; people the demons who gave them shelter feared for some reason. They ran; he becoming sicker day by day, she determined to find a home of some kind; secretly already decided on finding a place to give him to the gods.

   The Great Spirit was calling her home she decided.

   He was too frail to argue; never had told her where home was for him anyway.

 

   As they travelled; from demon hideaway to demon safe house, he studied and learned; all he had strength left to do until a mage gave him the makings of concoctions to keep him alive. She stole until they had enough to bribe passage to Newfoundland.

 

   Now she was here; having got him home; her home, but just too late.

   She slowly settled down on her haunches; ran trembling fingers over his cold features, finally kneeling and letting her grief flow.

 

   She built a half-understood bier; drank the warmed remains of his last made coffee; ate the stew he never got to cook for her, and burned his body in a ritual more akin to his ancestors.

 

   Dawn rose as the flames began to die.

 

   She spilt her seed into the dying fire; dressed, putting on his favourite jacket, and turned resolutely towards her future, and away from the sunrise.

 

 

   Buffy backtracked her to where the remains still smouldered; giving him the burial the Slayer she had come for could not.

   She found a crucifix and mangled a few words; half-remembered from a movie, before she set off back to where she had left their new Slayer making camp.

   The girl woke with a start as Buffy dumped her backpack.

 

   “So... you got a name?

 

 

    Goddess watch over us in these dark times, 

    

    Kerk hiraeth

 

 

kerkevik_2014: (Capable catches Nux's Soul)
 

   TITLE: How You Knew Them; This Stranger

   AUTHOR: kerk hiraeth

   FANDOM: Buffy the Vampire Slayer (set in the 22'verse)

   CHARACTERS: OC; see previous stories for the particulars as they currently stand.

   LENGTH: 200,

   A/N: This double drabble is made up of very recently created material; written during the christmas break, so was not there in the original idea I had for this couple. I didn't know them as well three years ago. The tenses in the title are deliberate, before you point them out.

 

     She watched; eyes veiled with unsheddable tears, as he moved; seeming painfully older than his years, as he moved around setting camp.

 

   Fire set, he took the coffee makings from the back of the truck; setting the beans roasting before setting into preparing their supper.

 

   It was all so painful; slow and deliberately done. She felt every painful motion; even from this distance. Eyes dropping momentarily; not in prayer, but as a preventative; though she began to pray anyway, before she turned away and disrobed, until finally she was wearing only the briefest of clouts; for a measure of personal comfort, not discretion.

 

   Grimset; she started off into the dark; fiercely determined in her desire to run her grief away.

 

   She was already out of earshot when he felt a slow; but still sudden cold pass through him. Too late he realised the import; stumbled as he reached for the coffee pot, cutting his thumb as he rose and fell forward; almost in the same moment.

   He wanted to call her name, but it slipped his mind as he knocked the pot over the fire; snuffing out the flames before he fell into them.

 

   A lone Coyote cried.

 

 

    Goddess watch over us in these dark times,

     

    Kerk Hiraeth

 


 

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   TITLE: No Platonic Love

   AUTHOR: kerk hiraeth

   FANDOM: Buffy the Vampire Slayer (set in the 22'verse)

   CHARACTERS: OC; as I have said, two drabbles ago, their names have not, as yet, revealed themselves; previous warnings apply.

   LENGTH: 100,

   A/N: This story; especially the first line was the first image I had of these two characters, more than three years ago. That story; never resolved satisfactorally, is pretty much represented in this, and those stories, immediately following.


     I'm home.


   Fighting to control his pained breaths in this oppressive, if rapidly declining heat, he could nonetheless hear her thought; see the emotion, as she stared into the desert.

   She sensed his hurt though; turned and held a hand out to him, her eyes silently asking questions of him, which he answered; ignoring his burning caplillaries.

 

   “I'll set camp,” brooking no argument. He felt her tense; desiring to ease his misery, but each had their pride; stubborn acknowledgment of the others; strange, masculine pride.

 

   “Coffee?

 

   “Will be ready,” she nodded; accepting.

 

   Turning, she sighed loudly; running into the sunset.

 

 

    Goddess watch over us in these dark times,

     

    Kerk Hiraeth

 

 

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   TITLE: Spirited Away

   AUTHOR: kerk hiraeth

   FANDOM: Buffy the Vampire Slayer (set in the 22'verse)

   CHARACTERS: Buffy Summers; Xander Harris; Faith Lehane; Kennedy; Willow Rosenberg; Rupert Giles; Riley Finn & (in abstentia) Olivia,

   LENGTH: 100,

   A/N: The title is a conscious homage to the creator of one of my favourite films; My Neighbour Totoro; the drabble is dedicated to red_satin_doll to whom I have long promised a happy ending for her most beloved character, and it is also from her pov.

 

     Xander at least seemed embarrassed at their failure.

   Kenn and Will stared at her; making her reflect on an inkling that the wrong word would earn them both a punch.

   Faith smirked.

   But she always smirked; her glare returned as her successor left her husband's side and went to the door.

   Too smug.

   “C'mon in, roller boy,” Faith told Rupert Giles, as Riley manouvered his wheelchair inside.

   Ignoring Faith's deliberate barb their old watcher handed her a printed email.

   From Olivia; back in the States.

   Their elusive Slayer had somehow smuggled herself into, and out of, Navajo territory.

   Heading home.

 

    Goddess watch over us in these dark times,

    

    Kerk Hiraeth

 

 

kerkevik_2014: (Bloody Colonials! by Teragramm)
 

  TITLE: The Train Job (#2 of a series)

  AUTHOR: kerk hiraeth

  FANDOM: Buffy the Vampire Slayer (AU: set in the 22'verse)

  CHARACTERS: Neither has revealed their name as yet, but one will become significant in this 'verse. One is a Slayer; recently empowered, the other; very much older, is her lover and (unofficial) watcher.

  LENGTH: 100,

  A/N: This drabble is part of two series; this series of unconnected, but thematically linked stories, as well as to the 22'verse. It follows the last story written in that 'verse, which was set on Buffy's birthday.

  WARNING: Not for this story, but the ones connected to it. There are implications, but no explicit references to what is, in most of the world, an illegal relationship in the sense that when it became sexual one of the couple was underaged. By the time this first story in their story is set though that person is older; just, than Buffy was when she graduated from Sunnydale High School. It should be noted that the relationship was always consensual, if reluctant on the older partner's part.

  Also the younger partner is Hermaphrodite, which I know is regarded as an outdated; somewhat frowned upon term, but I personally do not like the term intersex, and that is reflected in her feelings on the subject. I considered, from the creation of these characters; more than three years ago, using more modern terminology, but she; my muse, as well as the character, wouldn't let me. If that offends, I apologise, but only out of respect for your; you the reader, feelings.

 

   All this is well longer than the story itself, so I'd better get it down.

 

 

     “Do I what?

   He grinned, biting back whatever response he'd planned; coughed, making her frown. He looked very old of a sudden, as if The Great Spirit wrested vitality from him. His pride refused assistance, so it wasn't attempted.

   She helped him on to the footplate though.

   She knew such pride; it fueled her very spirit. Such pride prevented her abusing this power that suffused her every sinew nowadays.


   Usually.


   Despite him, she felt such terror it killed him.

   What poisoned his blood had done so before they met.

 

   Praying, she followed instruction and slowly took the train west.

 

 

    Goddess watch over us all in these dark times,

      

     Kerk Hiraeth

 

 

kerkevik_2014: (Furiosa 2)
 
      TITLE: You have to go... when the Black Rabbit calls.

      AUTHOR: kerk hiraeth

      FANDOM: Buffy the Vampire Slayer, with honourable nods to Watership Down; General Leia Organa and her RL avatar's mothers most famous musical role in Singin' in the Rain.

      CHARACTERS: Faith Lehane; Kennedy; Marcie Ross; Rowena; Xander Harris; Buffy Summers; Dawn Summers; Lisa; Olivia; Rupert Giles; Andrew Wells {in spiritus; Richard Adams; Carrie Fisher & Debbie Reynolds}

      LENGTH: 156

      A/N: I have lost count of the number of different versions of this I have gone through. The first version had to go because I was so distraught myself; this before I heard the news about Debbie Reynolds, as well as a real life loss close to my heart, that I had gotten two of my Buffyverses intermingled. The word count is very specific; adding the combined ages of Richard Adams; author of the book that changed my life, Watership Down, and Carrie Fisher; who created; not my first, but certainly my most memorable and enduring fictional Hero, Leia Organa.

 

 

         “O, Embleer Frith!

     Slayers embarked in search of, first him; then her, when the news came in; scant minutes apart. Kennedy and Marcie Ross kept them, discretely, away; under their General's orders. Renée had absented herself; intent on guarding her not-serious boyfriend, though she let them know Xander was holed up in a geek bar on one of the seedier stretches of the Allegheny.

     Buffy herself was with her sister and her wife, Lisa; sitting vigil over various children, while Olivia sat with Giles as the still bedridden Ripper relived his youth endlessly watching Star Wars movies; including a specially delivered copy of the newest one.

     Meanwhile Faith; arms about a now doubly-grieving Andrew, looked out over another stretch of the Allegheny and quoted a long-deceased Slayers favourite Watership Down passages.

     Occasionally pausing to join him in his tearful renderings of musical numbers, and the Star Wars theme, she somehow kept her own emotions in check.



          “O General; my General.

    Goddess watch over us all in these dark times, 

    
    
    Kerk Hiraeth

 

 

 

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   Yes another pick because of a fanvid. Unusual here, because it's a pairing that I can see; thought of it myself, but have never seen believably done. 

   Until this fanvid; one of my faves from an incredible album by Evanescence, and webbed into a marvellous fanfic of a fanvid about Faith & Spike.  

   



   Goddess preserve us all in these dark times, 

   

   Kerk(evik) TehKek Hiraeth 



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   This was the second of two fics that I wrote the other night; but has grown from an attempted drabble, into a triple. It wanted to be short, but not as short as I originally thought it to be.

 

   TITLE: Forged Identities

   AUTHOR: kerkevik_2014 / [personal profile] kerkevik_2014 

   FANDOM: Buffy the Vampire Slayer

   CHARACTERS: Faith Lehane; Xander Harris;

   LENGTH: 300,

   SUMMARY: How do the characters we know and love continue to deal with the losses; gains and changes in their lives.

   A/N: This is set in the femalehusband!verse; where Willow is dead, Kennedy never knew her and Faith and Tara are, at this point in the timeline, now married and parents. They did put the cart before the horse, but I've always believed the horse should have the freedom to decide to what, or whom, it should be tethered. I've also borrowed a character from the comics; only mentioned here, but I liked her, and here she is very much alive. There is also a character mentioned here that jetwolf created for her Series8 continuation www.btvschosen.com/, which sadly seems to have died as a result of the much-to-be-cursEd Joss Whedon fanfiction which are the current comics (I love Satsu & Renee though).

   The definition of Forged in the title comes from these meanings en.oxforddictionaries.com/thesaurus/forge, as in the the fire that forges steel; mythical rings etc...

 

     X-man was waiting outside Buffy's office when she dropped off her report.

 

   “Why do you even patrol?
   He watched her from the door; thought about telling him where to go, but he didn't wait for her.

 

   “You have a family now,” and she followed his gaze to the new framed photo above her desk; her, Tara and the baby the day she'd given birth. Faith felt an unfamiliar sensation at that.

   Heart tightening, she pushed past him and strode down the corridor to the coffee machine in the Commissary.

   He followed.

   Of course he did; man had he cornered, morally, having helped her deliver her child... and because of what she'd nearly done to him. He could be like a dog with a bone about things like that.

   Chrissie had also had a crush on him when she'd first arrived; never become a lover, like Renee; mostly because the X-Man always remembered when she was twelve.

   How could she explain to him that she needed to kill the demons herself; before Kennedy got here. Not that anyone would blame her, but Kenn had responsibilities that didn't allow for personal revenge.

   She would always be a Slayer even so, and Chrissie had been one of her first trainees; only her being thirteen had mitigated against her following Kenn to London all those years ago. She'd done Kennedy proud though; buying her own trainees the time they needed to escape.

   He watched her preparing two cups of coffee; grunted and went off to make his trademark; near-as-fuck Fenway Dogs he'd created for her thirtieth birthday.

   Watching the coffee dripping she wondered how to explain, so he'd understand.

   Then something Buffy had told her many years ago came to mind; back before the Great Sundering, which had nearly killed them both.

 

   “It's who I am,” she told him when he returned.
   They dined in silence.

 

      Goddess preserve us in these dark times,

 

      

 

      Kerk(evik) TehKek Hiraeth

 

 

 

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   Had a beautiful day travelling up the east coast of Scotland to Aberdeen; dark already, but I've had a wonderful time listening to a radio programme about the male voice choir formed around Aberfan two years after the disaster forty-eight years ago. Set my spirit tingling listening to them, 

 Here's a drabble. 


   TITLE: Lost in Transition

   AUTHOR: kerkevik_2014 / [personal profile] kerkevik_2014 

   FANDOM: Buffy the Vampire Slayer

   CHARACTERS: Buffy Summers; Rona;

   LENGTH: 100,

   SUMMARY: With all the Slayers in the world; new ones coming all the time, without having to be one who replaces another who's died... what futures will open up for Slayers who don't want to be on the frontline anymore, now that this is an actual option?

   A/N: Rona seems to be getting into my muse's brain, which is strange in one way because it wasn't until the final episode, really, that she really impinged on my consciousness. There's definitely more to come from her.

 

     “You play so beautifully; why not use it?

 

   “It... Refuge.

 

   Buffy could see where Rona was coming from.

   “You and Vi...

 

   “We're not a couple.

 

   “... are amongst my most  trusted field commanders,” she continued, ignoring the unneccessary interruption. “Ever wondered why?” Buffy added, standing up.

   She moved to sit beside Rona, on her; silent, side of the desk.

   “That bond you have; you've built lives of your own.

 

   Rona smiled, “She's a geek.

 

   “She also loves teaching; you both do.

 

   Rona glanced up; honestly perplexed.

   “So teach, “ Buffy told her, who never learned. “Go teach the newbies how to life.

 

 

      Goddess preserve in these evil times, 

      

 


     Kerk(evik) TehKek Hiraeth

 

 


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  Last one for tonight, and for now. More to come, elisi's birthday presents tend to have lives of their own :-)

 

  TITLE: Safety Being the Key

  AUTHOR: kerkevik_2014

  FANDOM: Buffy the Vampire Slayer

  CHARACTERS: Dawn; Lisa;

  LENGTH: 100,

 SUMMARY: Not everything was dark for Dawn before Buffy's return; not in this 'verse.

  A/N: Not a fan of fics about Dawn when Buffy was gone as a rule, but my muse wouldn't let me set this at any other time.

 

     Leaning back into Lisa's arms; top of her head being kissed, Dawn somehow stayed concentrated on studying.

   She felt safe; too safe sometimes.

   Tara; Willow; Xander; Spike; they all watched her.

   Even Anya watched her.

   She had Lisa to hold her now.

   And Lisa's arms made her feel as safe as... her Mom and Buffy used to.

   No longer a secret love, Dawn still started humming Doris Day, earning another kiss.

   She hoped they could see her now; happy, even though they weren't here.

   Her belly rumbled; reminding her of their trysts at Clem's crypt.

   “Fancy pizza and a movie?

 

     Goddess watch over us all, 

     

     Kerk(evik) TehKek Hiraeth

 

 

 

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  Penultimate drabble, for now. Just over an hour to finish that last one. 
  Liking the busy writer feeling. 

  TITLE: Trust Being the Key

  AUTHOR: kerkevik_2014

  FANDOM: Buffy the Vampire Slayer,

  CHARACTERS: Lisa and her Dad,

  LENGTH: 100,

  SUMMARY: When do you start trusting your kids to be what you hope you've brought them up to be? That is the question. Lisa's spent virtually her entire life, with only one role model; though her dad would say she had two. Now its time to start letting her be her own role model.

  A/N: Like I said; going backwards. Timey-wimey as the man said.

 

     “England? I can't go?

   “Didn't figure you for missing school?” Lisa shrugged, as if to say, 'Can't blame me for asking.'

   Her dad grinned, “Only going a week anyway. I'll miss your birthday, but you're mature enough to be left on your own.

   She blushed when his tone made her glance up.

   He knew exactly who she'd be inviting over for her birthday.

   And what they'd likely be doing.

   “I'm your old man, but don't think I've forgotten what being a teenager in love is like.

   She felt tears well up; knowing her was seeing her mom as he spoke.

 

 

     Goddess watch over us all,

     

     Kerk(evik) TehKek Hiraeth

 

 

 

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  First of the three written pencil, but not transferred to Open Office, that I will hopefully be posting today. Then I have tostart writing more, as well as getting some of the other stories I have in my head down; non-Lisa/Dawn Buffyverse, as well as non-Buffyverse included. 
 Back to work :-)

 

  TITLE: Love's Keys Unlocked

  AUTHOR: kerkevik_2014

  FANDOM: Buffy the Vampire Slayer

  CHARACTERS: Lisa; Dawn;

  LENGTH: 100,

  SUMMARY: Lisa and Dawn are now; when this is set, not only out; they are offically a couple now. If I have my high school years correct they are seniors here; also, as this is the femalehusband!verse, we are in the months immediately preceding the destruction of Sunnydale, more than a year after it happened in canon. We are also pre-Massachusetts marriage equality.

  A/N: Definitely not a linear writer, as some of these sequences-within-sequences are being revealed to me almost in reverse order.

 

     “They never married?

   Lisa shook her head, distractedly stroking her Dawn's breast; the one she could reach, as they relaxed after their first time.

   Dawn struggled with the concept; sighing.

   Despite her parents; Xander's family, or Willow's Mom, it somehow never occurred to her that it wasn't automatic to marry someone you wanted to be with, like forever.

   Not that, being two girls, they could anyway.

   Legally anyway.

   She gasped as Lisa nuzzled her neck, successfully distracting her.

   Silently she was thanking Tara for refusing to give advice, as she responded to the magically unknown world she and Lisa were exploring together.

 

     Goddess watch over us all; especially in the next weeks,

     

     Kerk(evik) TehKek Hiraeth

 

 

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   Only got four more to go before I have to get off my ass and compose some more of these fics; even some for outside Dawn and Lisa's world. Hope you've enjoyed reading these elisi , there are more to come. 

 

  TITLE: Reflecting the Shadows of a Mother's Love

  AUTHOR: kerkevik_2014

  FANDOM: Buffy the Vampire Slayer

  CHARACTERS: Lisa; Dawn; Lisa's Dad;

  LENGTH: 100,

  SUMMARY: Lisa reflections as Dawn approaches for her answer to a vital piece of news.

  A/N: Extensive re-write on this one, as I realised I'd basically written the same story twice; one hundred words in both cases; this one, ironically reading better than the original of the other I'd already finished. This might prove interesting as a discussion topic at a later date.

 

     “It doesn't matter how old she really is. You're feelings are just as real.

   Lisa watched Dawn crossing the Quad from the Science building; Butterflies the size of Mothra doing manouvres in her stomach.

   “I can't protect you forever; your Mother taught me that.

   She started counting down from a hundred; simultaneously reciting the lyrics to Lucretia, My Reflection; they're song, as well as listing the periodic table – in reverse.

   She was nervous. 

    Her dad had just nodded; tears in his eyes, after she asked about her Mom.

   “She cares about you, Lisa. Deeply.

   So neither needed to add a word.

 

     Goddess watch over us all, 

     
     
     Kerk(evik) TehKek Hiraeth

 

 

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  So dear elisi,  I believe I have a working title for all these drabbles. At this moment in time; since it became blindingly obvious that so many of these titles involved shadows, it shall be known as the Shadows series. Of course this may develop, but it will certainly do for now. I shall also need some thought on why, and whether Tara should, be passing Dawn's secret on. My muse is telling me that it comes from something in Tara's past, or psyche; further thought is needed though. 
 

   TITLE: Shadows and Reflections

   AUTHOR: kerkevik_2014

   FANDOM: Buffy the Vampire Slayer

  CHARACTERS: Lisa's Dad; Tara;

   SUMMARY: Right, or wrong; parent or no, sometimes difficult choices have to be made.

   A/N: Tara's been in some dark places; had to make some hard choices to survive. Easier for her to make them where the lives of others are involved.

 

     Queueing, he contemplated what Tara Maclay had told him; eyes closed he tried not to worry, also wondering about getting a pastry.

   “Can't protect them forever.” He jumped.

   “S-sorry, what did,

   “I have to pee; couldn't get me a green tea?

   Shaking, he nodded. Watching her make her way to the toilets he wondered if she was British, like his wife had been; when he met her.

   Which led his thoughts back to his daughter, and the news that the girl she was in love with; no way he was about to fool himself there, was only a few months; possibly weeks old.

 

     Goddess watch over us all, 


     

    Kerk(evik) TehKek Hiraeth

 

 

 

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  I have decided, since I popped this one on my open office files, that this takes place after  Lisa's departure from the family breakfast table a couple of drabbles ago. This however, does not negate what I say in the Author's Notes. 

 Fifth today of the run of drabbles meant as a birthday present for elisi .
  

 

   TITLE: The Shadows Beyond a Father's Smile

   AUTHOR: kerkevik_2014

   FANDOM: Buffy the Vampire Slayer

   CHARACTERS: Lisa's Mom and Dad;

   LENGTH: 100,

   SUMMARY: Just a brief POV of Lisa's Dad trying to figure out things.

   A/N: Place this where you will; my feeling is this is not the only time Lisa's dad will have done this.

 

     He sat down; smell of freshly roasted coffee in the air.

   Pulling out his wallet he studied the picture of his wife holding the newly born Lisa.

   Stroking it he tried to figure out what he would say to her. Lisa, reminded him so much of her; he'd never say this to her, it hurt.
She'd been; always made him smile, peacefully snoozing, and pooping, when her mother died.

   How did you describe how love really felt; what it meant, anyway?

   “Patience, my wee drummer-boy, “ her last, painfully whispered words, “we can't protect her forever. Fuck up, and I'll sure...

 

 

     Goddess watch over us all,


     


     Kerk(evik) TehKek Hiraeth

 

 

 

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   Dear elisi I've been forgetting to tag you; consider me chastened. In my defence I should have been sleeping,  but I',m worried about a friend whose being forced to choose between her cats and losing her council flat. She's choosing her cats of course, but she really needs the
stress right now. Trying to help, but very little I can do practically.

   Anyway, here's number four of those seven I mentioned before (three others pencilled in to my notebook).

   More to come.  

 

   TITLE: Slayer's Soul; Next Level Unlocked 

   AUTHOR: kerkevik_2014

   FANDOM: Buffy the Vampire Slayer

   CHARACTERS: Tara; Faith;

   LENGTH: 100,

   SUMMARY: Who told Faith about Dawn? Certainly not the Watcher's Council, and who wanted to visit Faith out of the Scoobies. Maybe someone who's concerns are more about a person than the past.

   A/N: This was the one that made this series part of the femalehusband!verse; also the fourth drabble to be written. I think I may be trying too hard to make all these drabbles; there are a couple of stories that are giving me trouble, but I have ideas (for fics not of this series as well) about those.

 

     “Fuck.

   Tara wished she gambled for a moment.

   Faith sat down again, “How?

   Then... “Why?

   Followed after seeing Tara's raised eyebrow, “Well yeah, I guess... but I'm still the Slayer?

   Tara caught the question; knew the self-doubt.

   “We don't know... Buffy isn't The Slayer, but...

   “She is.

   “Yeah, “ Tara answered, even though Faith just seemed to be thinking aloud; probably wondering about things that hadn't happened.

   She'd been there.

   Keeping her eyes on Faith, Tara's thoughts drifted; her worries over Willow; Dawn, and there was Lisa now too.

   Faith's next question said more about her than she intended.

   “Is she safe?

 


     Goddess watch over us all, 


     

 

     Kerk(evik) TehKek Hiraeth

 

 

 

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  Spent quite some time reconfiguring this one; lost two whole, much loved, lines because they spoiled the whole line of the dress i was trying to make. Still it feels much better now. We are right back to just after Joyce's funeral, and Dawn's 'adventure' with Spike afterwards. 

 

   TITLE: Shadows at the Key's Heart

   AUTHOR: kerkevik_2014

   FANDOM: Buffy the Vampire Slayer

   CHARACTERS: Dawn; Tara;

   LENGTH: 100,

   SUMMARY: Her Mom is gone; Buffy is busy trying to fill her shoes, but Dawn's life refuses to stand still so she can catch her breath.

   A/N: This is actually the earliest in the entire sequence; since the previous 'start' was later this same day.

 

     Lisa's message staring back at her, accusing, whenever she switched her computer on.

   Why had she been such a bee-yatch to her at Mom's funeral?

   Dawn knew that Tara was here; refusing to blame her for their fight, when she wanted to be with Willow.

   “Have to go back sometime, Dawnie; can't put school off forever.

   She looked up, seeing Tara holding a plate out to her.

   “Pancakes?

   Which only added to her guilt-y.

   She shrugged, and Tara pouted.

   And the pancakes did smell nice, and breakfast suddenly seemed so normal.

   So did school.

   Smiling at Tara, she e-mailed Lisa, and followed Tara downstairs.

 

 

     Goddess watch over us all,

     

     Kerk(evik) TehKek Hiraeth

 

 

 

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