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  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: 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

 

 

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   TITLE: Serenity (#1 of a series)

   AUTHOR: kerk hiraeth

   FANDOM: Buffy the Vampire Slayer (S5/6 AU; set in the femalehusband!verse)

   CHARACTERS: Faith Lehane;

   LENGTH: 100,

   A/N: I ~ No idea where this series is going; which characters will feature, or even if they will be in the same 'verse; fandom, or connected in any way, other than the one which will become very clear. Oh, and kudos points to the geek who spots the British Classic Comedy Series reference. 

         : II ~ This is set some time after Tara starts visiting Faith in jail. The fics that start telling that story are stubbornly refusing to reveal themselves as yet but, when I started on this, it quickly became clear where Faith was; probably who inspired her to read the book implied within. Why Tara visited, and what transpires, will have to wait, but this is set in that 'verse where; if you follow it at all, they will eventually marry.

 

     Faith out of boredom, but she knew why Tara had mentioned it; she wasn't stupid.

   What she sought was as hard to find as this dude.


   They seek her here; they seek her there.


   Last thing at night

   The look of surprise on his face.

   The look of terror on his.

   The inexplicable determination on his face.

   The hate on hers.


   The invisible tears in Tara's soul; hidden behind the smile.

   She imagined she could see the one she'd ripped.


   They all stared back at her in the washroom.


   “I hate you!


   “You're disgusting!


   Scarlet pimple was easier to find.

 

      Goddess watch over us in these dark times,

      
      
      Kerk Hiraeth

 

 

 

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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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   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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   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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   TITLE: Crazy Baby

   AUTHOR: kerkevik_2014

   LENGTH: 200

   CHARACTERS / 'SHIP: Tara Maclay; Willow Rosenberg; Faith Lehane / Tara/Faith; Willow/Tara implied.

   A/N: Crazy Baby was track eleven on Relish; story seven in this series. It was originally going to be for another track, but something happened to make me change my mind. This was also written weeks ago; though still in April, and represents a belated story for an otherwise barren month (unless it's still April in Hawaii). I wanted to wait until I'd written out the stories, but one is proving to be problematic.

   Anyway for red_satin_doll another chapter in a long-delayed series.

 

 

 

     Steadily Tara brushed her hair.

     Eyes, black, chill and gleaming, shone back at her.

 

     Eyes closed, she knew.

 

     They laughed; cold and malicious, so dread even The First had quailed.

     She felt tendrils crawling through her, trying; endlessly endeavouring to connect with the web of muscles; nerves; cells and vessels that formed her – its cell.

     Whispers ghosted around her hearing; always there, never quite heard.

     Circling; scenting blood, as Tara applied a tampon.

 

     “I feel like I'm being torn apart and half of me is lost.

 

     She froze, for the longest time; breathed long and hard and stood up straight, placing a finger carefully beside her eye.

 

     “Why not use a glamour?” She froze once more, forgetful, momentarily, that she wasn't alone with her.

 

     Unsteadily she smiled; tried to smile.

 

     “They'll see.

 

     Still, she applied cream to the bruise, more for healing purposes than secrecy.

     Or vanity.

     It scared, the ancient familarity of the actions.

 

     Opening her eyes, Tara stared uncertainly into the mirror.

     She turned at a sigh of relief.

     She reached out and took a trembling hand in her own.

     She knew by that sigh that they were clear in reality; not just her own, but real.

     "Faith".

 

 

   Goddess watch over us all,

 

   

 

   Kerk TehKek

 

 

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   TITLE: Casablanca

  AUTHOR: kerkevik_2014

  FANDOM: Buffy the Vampire Slayer;

  CHARACTERS: Buffy Summers; Faith Lehane,

  PAIRING: Buffy/Faith;

  WORD COUNT: 200,

  A/N: This is written for drabbletag6 request @ femslash100 by clarahow . It will also be posted at her comm femslashagenda . It is set in my 22!verse where, at this time, Faith and Buffy have been lovers for some time. There are references here back to Season Three's Graduation Day, Pts I & II .


 

 

     “Faith!

 

     The target of her yell responded exactly as if she was made of the same material as the gravestone she was staring at.

 

     Buffy swept two vamps off their feet with one kick; dusting another before she could she could recover from dodging them.

 

     She yelled again; without getting any more of a response; noticable to her Slayer hearing anyway. Faith might have been a statue.

 

     There was a sob...

 

     and a groan...

 

     Which came from behind her.

 

     The one missing an ear was dusted as he tried to stand; last one fled past Faith into the woods.

 

     “Faith, what..?

 

     Buffy spotted the glistening trails on Faith's face; that what breathing she was doing was automatic, and laboured beyond description.

 

     It wasn't until she got a look at the inscription on the gravestone that she understood. 

 

     Of all the cemetaries in all the world...

 

     Buffy pulled her close and held her as Faith's conscience cracked open the dam and flooded into the open.

 

     She held back her own tears; helped by a deep sense of her own guilt.

 

     How many had died because she couldn't... 

 

     Wrapping her arms around Buffy, Faith finally wept over the Professor she had murdered.

 

 

 

   Goddess watch over us all,

   

   Kerk TehKek

 

 

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This is the eighth of my ten-part 22'verse series of drabbles, originally intended for elisi 's birthday back in 2012. Obviously this got derailed a little, but recently I managed to get back on track and completed the series. Having written several more stories, with increasingly insistent, and important, characters I felt the need to go back and re-edit the 'origin' story of this 'verse. I plan to finish posting the ten fics tonight; early morning now, here in Scotland.

 

 

TITLE: “I Heard It Through the Grapevine.”

AUTHOR: kerkevik_2014

CHARACTERS: Faith; Riley Finn; Sam Finn,

PAIRING: Riley/Sam;

WORD COUNT: 100,

A/N: “Not to say what everyone else was saying

not to believe what everyone else believed

not to do what everybody did,

then to refute what everyone else was saying

then to disprove what everyone else believed

then to deprecate what everybody did,

 

was his way to come by understanding

 

how everyone else was saying the same as he was saying

believing what he believed

and did what doing.”

 

(Different by Clere Parsons)

 

 

Part Eight: “I Heard It Through the Grapevine.”

 

 

What makes you think we know anything?

Faith kept her thoughts to herself as Riley and Sam tried to stonewall her; pondering that Sam would soon outrank her husband. Having won a bet with Kennedy; got Red drunk to make sure she knew how to win the wager first, she'd followed Kenn to where the Finns were operating.

Jail having taught her patience she waited until Kenn left before she snuck inside to wait for them to return from whatever gig she'd sent them on.

 

She'd also read B's diary.

 

Faith knew how to keep her intelligence to herself too.

 

 

 

Goddess watch over us all,

Kerk TehKek

 

 

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This is the seventh in a ten-part series of drabbles, originally intended for elisi's birthday three years ago. That plan got derailed halfway through, but I've recently been able to recover my original ideas and now plan on posting all ten tonight.

 

 

 

TITLE: “When a Man Loves a Woman.”

AUTHOR: kerkevik_2014

CHARACTERS: Faith; Xander,

PAIRING: Faith/Xander;

WORD COUNT: 100

A/N: “You only love

when you love in vain.

 

Try another radio probe

when ten have failed,

take two hundred rabbits

when a hundred have died:

only this is science.

 

You ask the secret.

It has just one name:

again.

 

In the end

a dog carries in his jaws

his image in the water,

people rivet the new moon,

I love you.

 

Like caryatids

our lifted arms

hold up time's granite load

 

and defeated

We shall always win.

 

(Ode to joy by Miroslav Holub)

 

 

Part Seven: “When a Man Loves a Woman.”

 

 

“Think a good fuck will help?

 

Faith was pissed.

 

I never asked that of you.

 

She fell quiet for a second; then swore under her breath.

He took her hand; kissing it. “I can't love you both?

She didn't pull her hand from his; but she did search his expression.

 

You love her more than me?” Which he'd never denied; his eventual response surprising her.

 

And for a lot longer,” adding, before she could answer that, “You love Buffy as much as I do.

 

Faith nodded ruefully, for this she could not deny either.

Matter settled, they made love.

 

 

 

Goddess watch over us all,

Kerk TehKek 



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First read this at the willtara yahoo list; also at Faith Rocks, but both, as well as all other links I have found are all gone.

Does anyone remember this fic of Faith during her time in prison?
Does anyone have a copy, or can direct e to where it might be found?

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