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sb_fag_ends2013-03-24 04:32 pm
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This Way for Destiny (PG)
Huh. This seems to be a sequel to my lost lake one for this challenge. Death fic, and yet quite a chirpy one. I have also stolen the post-death myth from Sir Pterry, in Small Gods, who doubtless stole it from someone else. What goes around, comes around.
Title This Way for Destiny
Rating PG
Words 280
Setting Very, very post-series, beyond the far future
Prompt: 47, K'un, Exhaustion – and particularly, a dead sea, transcendence to a new existence. Yeah. This isn't a very subtle interpretation of the prompt.
They say that you have to cross a desert. It's a long walk, and you don't know where you're heading. But walk it you must, and you will find out when you get there.
Spike has been here before. The black sand underfoot. The brass-blue sky, parching everything, yet not turning him to flame. He's always been alone before, and at the end of his desert, there has been life again, and Buffy.
This time, she's with him, which means this is the last time. He's always wondered whether her desert is different to his, whether her manifest heavenly destiny means she'll tread another road while he heads off to eternal hellfire. But it appears not. He'd glad of her company, while he has it.
They come eventually to a fork in the road. A parting of ways. Blistered salt lakes to the right. Hints of freshness, a tang of hope in the air to the left.
"Guess this is goodbye, then, love?" He tries to sound brave, even as his feet head inexorably for the baking, lifeless salt seas.
Buffy is wandering, refreshed, towards the happier path. She looks so right, there, and Spike wants to hold her memory as their steps lead them apart. Then she looks over at him, down at her feet. Frowns. "You going that way?"
"Seems so." He can't take the other path. It isn't permitted.
Buffy shrugs, and switches paths to join him. "'Kay."
Spike sets out on the road to hell, with a sense of unexpected anticipation. He wonders just what they'll do to Buffy Summers, the hero of the people.
Not to mention, rather more interestingly, what she'll do to hell in return.
*
Title This Way for Destiny
Rating PG
Words 280
Setting Very, very post-series, beyond the far future
Prompt: 47, K'un, Exhaustion – and particularly, a dead sea, transcendence to a new existence. Yeah. This isn't a very subtle interpretation of the prompt.
They say that you have to cross a desert. It's a long walk, and you don't know where you're heading. But walk it you must, and you will find out when you get there.
Spike has been here before. The black sand underfoot. The brass-blue sky, parching everything, yet not turning him to flame. He's always been alone before, and at the end of his desert, there has been life again, and Buffy.
This time, she's with him, which means this is the last time. He's always wondered whether her desert is different to his, whether her manifest heavenly destiny means she'll tread another road while he heads off to eternal hellfire. But it appears not. He'd glad of her company, while he has it.
They come eventually to a fork in the road. A parting of ways. Blistered salt lakes to the right. Hints of freshness, a tang of hope in the air to the left.
"Guess this is goodbye, then, love?" He tries to sound brave, even as his feet head inexorably for the baking, lifeless salt seas.
Buffy is wandering, refreshed, towards the happier path. She looks so right, there, and Spike wants to hold her memory as their steps lead them apart. Then she looks over at him, down at her feet. Frowns. "You going that way?"
"Seems so." He can't take the other path. It isn't permitted.
Buffy shrugs, and switches paths to join him. "'Kay."
Spike sets out on the road to hell, with a sense of unexpected anticipation. He wonders just what they'll do to Buffy Summers, the hero of the people.
Not to mention, rather more interestingly, what she'll do to hell in return.
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Owes a considerable debt to the last drabble in the Barbverse, tbh. But I didn't want to spoil that for people who don't know how it ends.