BtVS Ficlet: End of an Age
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alixtiiTitle: The End of an Age
Fandom: Buffy/Angel
Characters: Lydia Chalmers, Quentin Travers
Rating: PG-13
Timeline/Spoilers: Set during "Never Leave Me" with spoilers for that episode.
Summary: The end of an era is the beginning of a something new. . . .
Author's Notes: Introductory ficlet to my The Watcher's Diary of Lydia Chalmers for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
fanfic100. Prompt is #001, "Beginnings." Dialogue from the episode "Never Leave Me."
The End of an Age
"They took our files," the Watcher recited, "wiped out our records. We've lost contact with operations in Munich, Switzerland and Rome. We've got casualty confirmations coming in from as far away as Melbourne."
But it really was all as complicated as that, was it? Lydia spoke, knowing no one else would have the courage to say the simple truth to Travers. "Sir, we are crippled."
"It's all right, Lydia," Travers said. "We are still masters of our fate, still captains of our souls."
"Yes, sir," Lydia answered, but she didn't feel her mentor's confidence. This time, she was worried.
Travers cleared his throat. "Ladies and gentlemen, our fears have been confirmed. The First Evil has declared all-out war on this institution. Their first volleys proved most effective. I, for one, think it's time we struck back. Give me confirmations on all remaining operatives. Visuals and tacticals. Highest alert. Get them here as soon as possible. Begin preparations for mobilization. Once we're accounted for, I want to be ready to move."
"Sir?" someone asked.
"We'll be paying a visit to the Hellmouth," he explained. "My friends, these are the times that define us. Proverbs 24:6. Oh, by wise council, you shall make your war."
And then it happened. Fire, was everywhere, obscuring Lydia's sight completely. There was nothing but conflagration, ripping through the world. There was nothing Lydia could turn to escape the flames, nowhere she could go. She tried to cry out, but her shout was silent compared to the din of the explosion.
Only then did it occur to her to wonder at the fact that she was not already dead.
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Fandom: Buffy/Angel
Characters: Lydia Chalmers, Quentin Travers
Rating: PG-13
Timeline/Spoilers: Set during "Never Leave Me" with spoilers for that episode.
Summary: The end of an era is the beginning of a something new. . . .
Author's Notes: Introductory ficlet to my The Watcher's Diary of Lydia Chalmers for
fanfic100. Prompt is #001, "Beginnings." Dialogue from the episode "Never Leave Me."The End of an Age
"They took our files," the Watcher recited, "wiped out our records. We've lost contact with operations in Munich, Switzerland and Rome. We've got casualty confirmations coming in from as far away as Melbourne."
But it really was all as complicated as that, was it? Lydia spoke, knowing no one else would have the courage to say the simple truth to Travers. "Sir, we are crippled."
"It's all right, Lydia," Travers said. "We are still masters of our fate, still captains of our souls."
"Yes, sir," Lydia answered, but she didn't feel her mentor's confidence. This time, she was worried.
Travers cleared his throat. "Ladies and gentlemen, our fears have been confirmed. The First Evil has declared all-out war on this institution. Their first volleys proved most effective. I, for one, think it's time we struck back. Give me confirmations on all remaining operatives. Visuals and tacticals. Highest alert. Get them here as soon as possible. Begin preparations for mobilization. Once we're accounted for, I want to be ready to move."
"Sir?" someone asked.
"We'll be paying a visit to the Hellmouth," he explained. "My friends, these are the times that define us. Proverbs 24:6. Oh, by wise council, you shall make your war."
And then it happened. Fire, was everywhere, obscuring Lydia's sight completely. There was nothing but conflagration, ripping through the world. There was nothing Lydia could turn to escape the flames, nowhere she could go. She tried to cry out, but her shout was silent compared to the din of the explosion.
Only then did it occur to her to wonder at the fact that she was not already dead.
Go to the Watcher's Diary of Lydia Chalmers masterlist.
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Date: 2005-10-15 08:53 pm (UTC)Gina
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Date: 2005-10-15 11:06 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-10-15 10:13 pm (UTC)*using my only Lydia icon in tribute*
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Date: 2005-10-15 11:37 pm (UTC)I almost feel like I should get (i.e. make) a Lydia icon, but that would require getting rid of my Dawn, Dru, or Firefly icon. And either one of those three options is unthinkable.