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      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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  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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  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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  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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  My apologies to elisi , to whom all these fics; still all drabbles, are dedicated as a birthday present, for the delay in getting back to posting these. Feels ages since I wrote this one; even though one of the more recent ones. It should have been posted the day I posted the previous, with all the others I got ready to go; added amongst others the same day, and that following, but trumpy-whiny, timey-roll-y whatever. 

  Anyway, it's up now (or will be soon) so back on the rocking horse-y... 
 

  TITLE: The Key to Lisa's Shadows.

  AUTHOR: kerkevik_2014

  FANDOM: Buffy the Vampire Slayer

  CHARACTERS: Lisa's Dad; Lisa; Dawn;

  LENGTH: 100,

 SUMMARY: POV of Lisa's Father, on the cusp of Dawn's appearance in the Buffyverse.

 A/N: I was wondering, as I was going through the other stories in this series, how other characters perceived Dawn's appearance in their lives, when she had not been there before; as we know.

 

     She used to be so reluctant to get to School.

   Dragging her feet until he had to drive her.

   He just couldn't recall when.

   Now she was almost out the door before he'd started his breakfast.

   How to figure out the change?

   Deciding on a surprise pizza lunch; he'd been drinking coffee when he saw her laughing.

   Laughing.

   His daughter having actual fun; joking with a young girl he'd not seen before.

   Or been told of.

   She seemed as sad and solitary as Lisa usually was.

   She was growing up.

   He trusted her to tell him when she was ready.

 

 

 

   Goddess watch over us all, 


   
 

   Kerk(evik) TehKek Hiraeth

 

 

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  Another in the series of Lisa/Dawn oriented fics; all drabbles thus far dedicated as a birthday present for elisi.This one is set during S6; though I'm not certain whether this is before, or after, Willow's death; not that it matters, as Buffy is busy at the Doublemeat Palace, and Tara is 'babysister-sitting' (could be said to be vamp-sitting as well of course). 
 

  TITLE: Shadows of a Mothers Love

  AUTHOR: kerkevik_2014

  FANDOM: Buffy the Vampire Slayer

  CHARACTERS: Tara Maclay; Dawn Summers; Spike;

  LENGTH: 100,

  SUMMARY: Love'em or hate'em, or never met'em; your parents are always watching you.

  A/N: Another Tara the surrogate mom fic; dedicated to  beer_good_foamy since he likes'em...

 

 

     Tara kept her eye on Dawn and Spike as they played; unconcerned since he hadn't yet realised he wasn't letting her win at poker anymore.

   Least it wasn't kittens.

   And as long as Buffy never found out.

   She was more thoughtful of Lisa and what was developing between her and Dawn.

   Words needed to be had.

   But with whom.

   She closed her eyes; thoughts drifting to the only words of her mother's she'd ever seen.

   “I can't protect you, Tare-bear, but I'll always be watching over you. Believe that.

   “Bollocks!

   Repressing a grin, Tara opened a disapproving eye... and frowned.

 

 

     Goddess watch over us all,

 

     

 

     Kerk(evik) TehKek Hiraeth

 

 

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   This was written yesterday evening, so can be seen as evidence that the flow of these drabbles is continuing.This, as with the others is intended as a birthday pressie for elisi


  TITLE: A Key's Shadows

  AUTHOR: kerkevik_2014 

  FANDOM: Buffy the Vampire Slayer

  CHARACTERS: Lisa; Dawn Summers;

  LENGTH: 100,

  SUMMARY: Every relationship brings its secrets; especially on the Hellmouth.

  A/N: This is set at some point following Dawn's conversation with Tara; no worries over spoilers here, safe to say, in the tradition of The Hitchhikers Guide to the Universe, that Lisa is, as yet, unaware of Dawn's true origins. 

 

     Lisa raced up to the canteen table; late, but full of enthusiasm at the thought of seeing Dawnie. They'd no classes together today, and this might be her only chance at seeing her.

   She felt her optimism begin to evaporate as she took in Dawn's expression.

   She'd been crying.

   Breaking their rule she placed a hand on her new girlfriend's; they were still very new; they'd only just come out to themselves about it.

   She wasn't certain she should worry that Dawnie didn't pull away.

   When she did, it was reluctant; as if she was afraid.

   Now, so was Lisa.

 

 

     Goddess watch over us all,

 

     

 

     Kerk(evik) TehKek Hiraeth

 

 

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   This one was conceived ; written; edited and, now posted this morning as the latest in a set of fics written for elisi 's birthday.

 

  TITLE: The Shadows of Reality

  AUTHOR: kerkevik_2014

  FANDOM: Buffy the Vampire Slayer

  CHARACTERS: Tara Maclay; Dawn Summers;

  SUMMARY: People's fears and insecurities never go away really; some learn to hide them better that's all.

  A/N: Sometimes I wish we'd seen more of Tara the Mom on the show; Willow being the Dad in most people's fanfics, which I can see actually, and honestly who would Dawn go to when things begin to develop with Lisa?

 

     “Gotta trust her Dawnie.

   Dawn muttered.

   “It's that simple.

   Tara stared steadfastly back into Dawn's frustrated, miserably apologetic eyes. “What did you expect me to say?

   Dawn laughed bitterly, “You're worse than...

   “You're sister?” Tara suggested.

   “Mom,” completed Dawn, sticking her tongue out, apathetically, when Tara winked; thanking her for the compliment.

   Hugging Dawn she told her softly, “She deserves to know, Dawnie.

   “And I need to know whether this is real?

   Tara's heart broke when Dawnie looked up at her, “How real am I?

   Gripping her tight to her breast she answered.

   “You feel real enough to me, Dawnie.

 

 

     Goddess watch over us all,

 

     

 

    Kerk(evik) TehKek Hiraeth

 

 

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  Third one this morning to be posted; all birthday pressies for elisi; this one was written after I woke up this morning, so definitely more to come, and about a dozen; including the ones already posted written. 

 

  TITLE: The Key for a Father's Love

  AUTHOR: kerkevik_2014 

  FANDOM: Buffy the Vampire Slayer

  CHARACTERS: Lisa's father; Dawn Summers;

  SUMMARY: Dawn thinks she's been so careful...

  A/N: After the Valentine's fic, but early in their dating relationship; Dawn is still learning about her girlfriend's father...

 

     “Not so formal Dawn; not as if this is a date after all, “ grinning wickedly as his offhand remark made her blush.

   Had to keep the pain in check though; so much did it remind him of his wife.

   Even after all this time he could hear Lisa's mother admonishing his evil humor, fresh pangs his just reward.

   He could see so much of them in this girl and his daughter it was hard to remember they were still children. He had to though; hard not to think he could see their future.

   He could only hope Lisa's was happier.

 

 

 

     Goddess watch over us all,

 

     

 

     Kerk(evik) TehKek Hiraeth

 

 

 

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  Wrote more than a dozen stories last night/this morning; this is the first to be transcribed and posted. They will not be posted in chronological order; nor in the order they came out of my brain. They are all set in the same femalehusband!verse that sees Tara and Faith as a couple. Should be posting a master list sticky post for that 'verse, but I think I'll do the 22'verse one first as posting these fics will take a couple of days. 

  They are all a belated birthday pressie for elisi, which I hope she will enjoy.  

  TITLE: Love in the Shadows

  AUTHOR: kerkevik_2014 

  FANDOM: Buffy the Vampire Slayer

  CHARACTERS: Hank Summers; Spike; 

  LENGTH: 100,

 SUMMARY: Dawn's wedding; a father uninvited, and a vampire risking... things...

 A/N: This is set a little earlier in the day of the wedding of Dawn and Lisa; also, of course, Faith and Tara; also Andrew, and someone who has yet to be revealed.

 

      He felt so cowardly.

   “I wanted to thank you for... you know,

   Spike shrugged; lighting a cigarette, trying to seem indifferent.

   “Just stay at the back.

   Hank watched his daughters talking at the front of the Marquee; wondering distractedly what they meant to this man, so willing to risk their anger so he could be here for Dawn's wedding.

   “Ain't you I'm worried about mate; just protecting my bollocks from the Slayer.

   “I don't want to...

   “Don't want her having them off for bringing you do I?

   Hank nodded, and settled into a chair before such circumstances could be set in motion.

 

 

     Goddess watch over us all,

     

     Kerk(evik) TehKek Hiraeth

 

 

 

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      This is dedicated to two of my best supporters, elisi and red_satin_doll; also to a character I only realised I really liked after he was gone. It's also dedicated to all the veterans who have served and sacrificed so people like me have the freedom to say we will not kill.

      I owe them my gratitude for that freedom.

      

 

   TITLE: Comforting Contemplations

   AUTHOR: kerkevik_2014

   CHARACTERS: Buffy Summers; Riley Finn; Joyce Summers; Spike; Dawn Summers; Lisa;

   LENGTH: 500

  SUMMARY: This is set in the 22'verse; it's an anniversary, but not a significant one. Buffy is coming to a crossroads in her life; all her partners have partners; families; lives outside the war they are constantly fighting, and she is missing them, but is she as alone as she thinks; or as lonely as she believes?

 

 

   Riley started to apologise, but she cut him off; she knew the game. Besides she was a soldier too, and all her lovers were in danger all the time as well.

 

   She wasn't married to any of them, of course; nor did she have any children.

 

   Which she did...

 

   Not.

 

   “Sorry mom, “ she whispered, or thought she had. He asked her to speak louder; jungles not being as quiet as they were in the movies.

 

   Buffy grinned; glad that he couldn't see how tired she was. “Forget about it, Finn; go get her, “ adding, with a twinkle in her voice, matching that in her eyes, “If she hasn't escaped and tied them all up by herself by the time you get there.

 

   He would never know her pain at hearing his laugh from nearly a thousand kilometres away; she could hear the Huey coming to collect him too.

 

   “You know it, Buff.

 

   And he was gone.
 

   And she was going to be alone on her birthday. Her head leant to one side as she regarded her mom's picture; the only one she had of the four of them together. Snorting, she wondered once again why she kept it; wasn't as if it was the real thing, Dawnie had found it on the internet on a relative's social pages.

 

   She knew why of course. It was also the only picture of their father that their mom kept, because it was taken on the last holiday they had together before Dawnie started growing up; like dying a little when you watched you kids start going away to school, Mom had told her once.

 

   Buffy picked the picture up and walked over to the drinks cabinet, took a Guatemalan beer that Riley had presented her with the previous year. Staring at the people in the frame; contemplating the possible messages in the fact that it was the last one, she wondered if she could ever be as strong as her Mom had been.

 

   She didn't have to stay; more than enough talent to take over, but she knew she wouldn't. She knew she wasn't her Mom; never could be that strong.

 

   Smiling melancholically to herself, she turned out the light and put some music on; some vinyl that had been a present of Giles', he not being able to make her birthday either. She sipped her beer, sighed and rested the picture on her chest; falling asleep in the comfy chair.

 

   ~~~

 

   Joyce watched her from where her presence stood by the fireside.

 

   'You're as strong as stone, Buffy; with a heart big enough to protect a whole world. You're more than I - we could ever have hoped for, with the patience of a glacier. You're not alone; never alone.'

 

   Joyce accepted the hand offered her by a platinum blonde deceased undead, who also offered her a ghostly mug of hot chocolate; with little marshmallows, and stayed watching Buffy as she slept; only leaving once he'd kissed her forehead.

 

   ~~~

 

   Buffy stirred; waking enough to place the beer safely, then went back to sleep, feeling oddly comforted that she wouldn't be alone forever.

 

   ---

 

   Which was where Dawn and Lisa; their three children asleep in their arms found her when they arrived, unannounced just as dawn was creeping over the horizon.

 

   Happy birthday could wait until morning.

 

 

 

     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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