Two Christmas Ficlets
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femslash_santa fic yet. Why do you ask?
Title: Christmas Ghosts
Character: Dawn
Fandom: Buffy/Angel
Wordcount: 215
Rating: PG
Christmas Ghosts
As Dawn prepares the mansion for the holidays, she is set upon by memories of Christmases past. There was a time when Bath was a gathering point for the Scoobies at Christmas, when old friends would converge upon the mansion, faithful friends dear to each other gathered together once more. Xander from Africa, Willow and Kennedy from Sao Paulo, Buffy from Rome, and—once she was pardoned—even Faith from Cleveland.
But this Christmas, there are no Scoobies. Willow, Xander, Buffy are all dead. There will be no more joyful homecomings for them.
Dawn forces the thoughts out of her head and continues to hang wreaths. She has Giles and Madelyn, and that is what is important. Faith and Kennedy will be flying into Stansted from—a mission in the Czech Republic, she thinks; Giles has been working their file lately, while Dawn runs the LaGerfé affair.
Christmas is a time for memories, good and bad. But Dawn knows it is not safe for her to dwell in the past; it contains far too many ghosts with too much power over her. She will hang these wreaths, for now, to celebrate the holiday, and then she will turn back to the Tradëscan Codex and make sure that there will still be Christmases yet to come.
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Title: Undefeated
Character: Lydia
Fandom: Buffy/Angel
Word Count: Drabble (100 words exactly)
Rating: PG
Undefeated
Lydia hung a single stocking on the mantle. There would be no friend to come to fill it, no family with which to have a Christmas feast. Dawn and Rupert had both invited her to Christmas dinner, as had Roger and Delores. She declined; she was not their family. The closest thing she had had to family was taken from her in the explosion that had destroyed the Watcher’s Council headquarters years ago and should have killed her.
But she would celebrate the holiday, alone. To do otherwise, after all, would be to admit that the First Evil had won.
Greetings of the Season to Everyone!
femslash_santa fic yet. Why do you ask?Title: Christmas Ghosts
Character: Dawn
Fandom: Buffy/Angel
Wordcount: 215
Rating: PG
Christmas Ghosts
As Dawn prepares the mansion for the holidays, she is set upon by memories of Christmases past. There was a time when Bath was a gathering point for the Scoobies at Christmas, when old friends would converge upon the mansion, faithful friends dear to each other gathered together once more. Xander from Africa, Willow and Kennedy from Sao Paulo, Buffy from Rome, and—once she was pardoned—even Faith from Cleveland.
But this Christmas, there are no Scoobies. Willow, Xander, Buffy are all dead. There will be no more joyful homecomings for them.
Dawn forces the thoughts out of her head and continues to hang wreaths. She has Giles and Madelyn, and that is what is important. Faith and Kennedy will be flying into Stansted from—a mission in the Czech Republic, she thinks; Giles has been working their file lately, while Dawn runs the LaGerfé affair.
Christmas is a time for memories, good and bad. But Dawn knows it is not safe for her to dwell in the past; it contains far too many ghosts with too much power over her. She will hang these wreaths, for now, to celebrate the holiday, and then she will turn back to the Tradëscan Codex and make sure that there will still be Christmases yet to come.
Title: Undefeated
Character: Lydia
Fandom: Buffy/Angel
Word Count: Drabble (100 words exactly)
Rating: PG
Undefeated
Lydia hung a single stocking on the mantle. There would be no friend to come to fill it, no family with which to have a Christmas feast. Dawn and Rupert had both invited her to Christmas dinner, as had Roger and Delores. She declined; she was not their family. The closest thing she had had to family was taken from her in the explosion that had destroyed the Watcher’s Council headquarters years ago and should have killed her.
But she would celebrate the holiday, alone. To do otherwise, after all, would be to admit that the First Evil had won.