Ramblings of an Old Kweer

 

  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

 

 

 
  

  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

 

 

 
  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

 

 

 

 
  

 

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 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

 

 

 

 

TITLE: Saved by the Jinn of their Teeth

AUTHOR: kerkevik_2014

FANDOM: Buffy the Vampire Slayer (AU)

CHARACTERS: Ocs; and (unnamed, and in order of appearance) Spike; Angel; Buffy; Vi; Rona, and Willow.

PAIRING: Implied Buffy/Spike/Angel, 

RATING: PG-13 

WORD COUNT: 820

PROMPT: Inspired by the current prompt at writers_choice and written as a birthday gift for kazzy_cee , whose birthday it was today,when this written; yesterday since it was posted after midnight.

 

 

 

Haafiz held on tight to Sargon; too small to swim, as Haalima, his beloved Sabeen's only girl, and a dreamer of magical tales; learned beyond his fathoming of so many things, swam; one arm held tight to the prow of the sinking lifeboat, straining as she drank in the salt waters of the Aegean, trying with superhuman strength for a fifteen year old girl to save what was left of her family.

 

Sabeen and the other boys might still be alive.

 

Might.

 

That was all the hope he had left; try as he might, he could not let go of that hope. The last sight he had had of his beloved and his other sons was of them running for shelter after, mercifully he supposed, narrowly avoiding being aboard the last boat trying to reach the ship they had safely reached.

 

Now he watched helplessly as Haalima tired, even as the island shore came into sight.

 

“Baba!”

 

Haafiz opened his eyes, closed only to pray for salvation for the three of them, and their missing family.

 

He cried out to the Prophet himself as he saw nothing of Haalima; she was gone beneath the water. Then, even as he prepared to sacrifice himself and Sargon in the hope that his wife and other sons would be saved, a ragged short-haired head surfaced; holding beyond all miracles a spluttering Haalima.

 

The creature, some kind of man, though so pale that he was almost the pallor of a ghost, swore in the tongue of the americans; though of a different accent. With a huge effort, he thrust Haalima into the lifeboat; into her father's arms, even as a dark-haired; as pale, man-thing, with the help of a woman, began to lift the prow of the lifeboat free of the water.

 

“Bloody Heck! Didn't think I was going to reach her in time!” The woman retched as she expelled briny water from her lungs, leaving most of the swimming to her dark-haired companion, as she sought to bail water from the lifeboat.

 

“You pouffes okay here? Spotted another boat in trouble; think I can get it ashore on my own, but they're going to start sinking soon I reckon.”

 

The woman waved him away; unable to form true words as she fought the waters inside the lifeboat. Haafiz saw the lighter-haired one seem to blow the dark-haired one a kiss; say something in a foreign tongue Haafiz did not recognise; though the other two did.

 

The woman swore at him; making Haafiz redden at the thought of Haalima hearing the foul language from a woman. Then the man-thing who had saved Haalima swam away, mostly underwater; away from the direction of the shore they were now surely being pulled; somehow joined by two other woman, one pale and as red-haired as his beloved Sabeen; another darker skinned; almost as dark as the Abyssinian Priest who had attended the wedding of Sabeen's sister five years since; both now dead in the bombing of their home that had driven them to run for the sea.

 

Minutes later the woman was assisting Haafiz in reviving Haalima, and calming Sargon, after she had kissed the dark-haired one, before sending him off into the water again.

 

“Make sure that fucking idiot doesn't kill himself playing the hero, yeah?”

 

The dark-haired man thing laughed and, signalling to the other two to join him in rescuing their companion; if indeed he needed it.

 

Ten minutes passed before, with the three of them now safe in the hands of girls, who seemed as strong as they were; indeed as his Haalima had proved to be, the woman dived into the water, seeking to aid other survivors from the ship that had now disappeared beneath the Aegean.

 

Then his head turned as he heard badly garbled foulness in the arabic tongue aimed at a young girl Haafiz thought to be an Arab, who rose above two other who seemed Greek and seemed about to strike him with her fist.

 

“Fuck me,” he cried; holding up hands in the manner of surrender, “didn't say I wasn't going back out; just need a bre – break is all.”

 

The girl swore at him in a mixture of Kurdish and Assyrian, before rushing off to aid another young woman as two young men were pulled ashore.

 

Moments later; complaining with every step, though racing back to the rescuers and the rescued, the lighter-haired one was gone again.

 

Finally Haafiz feinted to the sand; feeling safe to do so as he saw Haalima; holding her crying younger brother in her arms; hugging him tight as she shed tears of relief herself.

 

He never saw their three saviours again; though the dark-skinned one came to talk to his daughter; together with another red-haired woman who had the sense of a magician about her. Haafiz sensed he was going to lose Haalima; in a manner, but she and they had reached safety.

 

He turned his mind to how he was going to reunite the rest of his family again.

 

 

Goddess watch over us all,

Kerk TehKek