Quicksilver

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Prompt: Quicksilver.  As the spirit of life, quicksilver's power is nonetheless rooted in chaos rather than the natural order. Changeable and uncertain, it is used to bring an element of luck and potential, equalising probabilities to make incredible eventualities as likely as commonplace ones. Naturally this makes quicksilver a very powerful ingredient when attempting the almost impossible.
Setting: S2, during the big fight at the end of 'Becoming, Part II'
Rating: PG


Poetical, I am not, but the urge to experiment with form struck me, so.

Quicksilver

I hate you.
And I’m all you’ve got.

He rises up, unfettered.
Fluid.  Flowing.  Quicksilver.  Ready to bash and smash.
Fuck, it’s good to be free.

Holy sword glinting like silver?  Check.
Unpredictable, loud-mouthed, pain-in-the-ass temporary ally?  Check.
Look of fear on his face as impossible defeat suddenly becomes possible?
Check.

Naughty, bad dog gone soft.
I don’t want to hurt you, baby.  Doesn’t mean I won’t.
Clever silver tongue won’t win her back.

She’s quick, but not quick enough.
Trapped against the wall.  Small and broken, staring up at him.  Rush of power.
Stopping to gloat:  amateur move.
Buffy?