Ramblings of an Old Kweer

 
   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

 

 

 
  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

 

 

 

 
  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

 

 

 

 

  TITLE: Better Dead Than Fed

  AUTHOR: kerkevik_2014

  FANDOM: Blake's 7,

  CHARACTERS: Klyn; Deva; (Blake; Jenna's Mother),

  WORD COUNT: 100

 

 

     Klyn arrived with a mining team; Deva a few months later, as part of the process transitioning Gauda Prime to Federation Authority. 

     Both recognised Blake for who he was as soon as they saw him. 

     Their silence earned his grudging trust. 

     Both had known Jenna's mother personally; Klyn had been at the University when she had been forced into hiding; Deva an old flame. 

     Having found their own ways into the fight to resist the Administration's ever tightening grip they stayed hidden at his behest as he built an army. 

     Neither believed Blake would succeed. 

     Better to die fighting though. 

 

 

   Goddess watch over us all,

   

   Kerk TehKek

 

 

 

  TITLE: The Room with the Empty Tiger

  AUTHOR: kerkevik_2014

  FANDOM: Buffy the Vampire Slayer; post-series au,

  CHARACTERS: OCs,

  WORD COUNT: 100, wri

  A/N: Written for open_on_sunday prompt #621: empty room,

           What if the Body Swap between Faith and Buffy was not reversed? This is set decades after the canonical Body Swap. Decades in which a very nasty, and very cold war has existed between those who support the Slayers Council, and the diminishing remnants of the old Watchers Council. A search has been going on for one prisoner; few believe she still exists; even fewer know she does.

 

     Every night food and drink was left outside the room.

     Nobody knew why.

     Or nobody would say.

     They did ask, when they were new.

     Never twice.

     Or they disappeared.

     As the food did; every morning to be taken away.

     They appeared every now and then; nobody was sure how they gained entry.

     Somebody had to be in there.

     Or something...

     Rumours; dark and lurid, thrive in such an atmosphere.

     Der Töter was whispered.

     Some said whatever was in the room was fed those who were suspect.

     One man unwisely used the word Slayer aloud; only from a dictionary, but...

 

 

   Goddess watch over us all,

   

   Kerk TehKek

 

 

 

 
  

 

Now we reach the tenth and final drabble in the, intended, birthday series of yore for elisi . After a wee bit of a *cough* delay anyway.

 

All ten are, or have been, connected to the events described in Chao-Ahn's message in http://kerkevik-2014.livejournal.com/104604.html which means that the origin story of this 'verse begins with its progenitors demise. There are many different roads to travel, and Spike will appear now and then; mysteries to be solved; snark to be dispensed, and strange messages from the beyond – and possibly sandwiches...

 

 

TITLE: “The Carnival is Over.”

AUTHOR: kerkevik_2014

CHARACTERS: Illyria; Spike,

WORD COUNT: 100,

A/N: “A single flow'r he sent me, since we met.

All tenderly his messenger he chose;

Deep-hearted, pure, with scented dew still wet -

One perfect rose.

 

I knew the language of the floweret;

'My fragile leaves', it said. 'his heart enclose'.

Love long has taken for his amulet

One perfect rose.

 

Why is it no one ever sent me yet

One perfect limousine, do you suppose?

Ah no, it's always just my luck to get

One perfect rose.

 

(One Perfect Rose by Dorothy Parker)

 

 

Part Ten: “The Carnival is Over.”

 

 

When she caught up with The Pet the battle was all but over.

He was as a berserker; ploughing through their serried ranks, even as they cut him down.

Again, and again.

 

He was singing.

 

Not the familiar folklore She associated with his maternal parent; one of more modern issue which, as she recalled him in his agony, brought a chill to her bones.

 

As furiously as she fought her way to him, she still could but watch him brought to his knees at the last.

She slaughter'd; hearing him faintly carolling as, last of the Old Ones, Illyria mourned.

 

 

* This is the song our hero is singing https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gAPMrg5Ct-I This song has played through my head repeatedly every time I've written in this 'verse – at least where Spike has been involved; mosr especially every time I see his last fight.

 

 

Goddess watch over us all,

Kerk TehKek

 

 

 
  

 

 

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

 

 

 
  

 

 

This is the sixth of a ten-part drabble series set in the 22'verse, and originally intended for elisi 's birthday three years ago. Lost my way when it was half completed, but recently I was able to find my way back and finish the journey. This is then the first of that second half, so long delayed.

 

 

 

TITLE: “Sitting on the Dock of the Bay.”

AUTHOR: kerkevik_2014

CHARACTERS: Xander; Buffy,

WORD COUNT:100,

A/N: “The power of the night, the press of the storm,

The post of the foe;

Where he stands, the Arch Fear in a visible form,

Yet the strong man must go.”

 

(Prospice by Robert Browning)

 

 

Part Six: “Sitting on the Dock of the Bay”

 

 

Xander sat down beside Buffy; silently joining her in contemplating the fishermen landing their catches. He wanted to ask how she was doing, but changed his mind when she gently rested her head on his shoulder.

They both understood that she was handling Spike's death, but didn't want to talk about it just now. Not that they talked much these days; he was simply here for an old friend if she did want to talk.

They talked about his marriage to Faith some; other simple things, until the sun eventually went down, then he left her alone and went off to find his wife.

 

 

 

Goddess watch over us all,

Kerk TehKek

 

 

  

 

 

 

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

 

 

TITLE: “Standing in the Shadows of Love.”

AUTHOR: kerkevik_2014

CHARACTERS: Nina; Satsu,

WORD COUNT: 100 ,

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

with troubles by the load.

There's a pothole or a speed bump

every step along the road.

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

I simply think of you.

That burst of sunshine makes me smile

and helps me make it through.

 

 

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

 

 

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

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

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

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

 

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

“Does he know that?” she'd quipped.

 

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

Nina slapped her wrist.

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

 

Satsu smirked, “My intention exactly.”

 

 

 

Goddess watch over us all,

Kerk TehKek

 

 

 

   

 

 

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

 

 

TITLE: “Have You Ever Seen the Rain?”

AUTHOR: kerkevik_2014

CHARACTER: Spike, Illyria,

WORD COUNT: 100

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

 

 

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

 

 

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

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

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

“Slayer?”

Muscle tightened, unaware it didn't exist.

“Hair's the wrong colour.”

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

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

“Have you ever seen the rain?”

There was puzzlement on her face, she knew.

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

 

The Pet slipped away, as the rain fell.

 

 

 

Goddess watch over us all, 

 

Kerk TehKek