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Entry tags:
Fic: After
Title: After
Creator: drizzlydaze
Rating: PG
Setting: Post-Chosen
Word count: 195
Prompt: A Dream
A/N: Companion to / remix of Every Night. Hey, same word count!
She runs and he follows, hand in hand. It’s a jelly gliding run, practically flight as they run through the falling cavern. A few images stand out to mark the journey: the amulet, tossed in the ground in burnt light; Sunnydale High once more in rubble and wreck; the doors of the school, miraculously standing so they have to fling it open. Then the big yellow bus.
Belatedly, sunlight streams down from the sky, but Spike’s already in and she follows right after, making sure his coat is covering him properly.
Then she’s lying on him in across the backseat of the bus, shielding him with her body. The others are pressed to the windows, looking back at the crumbling Sunnydale. All the Slayers. She can even hear Anya in the background. Mostly, she’s just looking at him. He’s looking back at her, and they laugh. They’re alive. They’ve defeated the Evilest Evil of Evil. They are on a bus out of Sunnydale.
She wakes with unspeakable happiness and pounding relief. For a few blessed moments, she’s smiling at the ceiling. Then she remembers: that tearing desperation, his stupid noble fortitude…
The light was blinding.
Creator: drizzlydaze
Rating: PG
Setting: Post-Chosen
Word count: 195
Prompt: A Dream
A/N: Companion to / remix of Every Night. Hey, same word count!
She runs and he follows, hand in hand. It’s a jelly gliding run, practically flight as they run through the falling cavern. A few images stand out to mark the journey: the amulet, tossed in the ground in burnt light; Sunnydale High once more in rubble and wreck; the doors of the school, miraculously standing so they have to fling it open. Then the big yellow bus.
Belatedly, sunlight streams down from the sky, but Spike’s already in and she follows right after, making sure his coat is covering him properly.
Then she’s lying on him in across the backseat of the bus, shielding him with her body. The others are pressed to the windows, looking back at the crumbling Sunnydale. All the Slayers. She can even hear Anya in the background. Mostly, she’s just looking at him. He’s looking back at her, and they laugh. They’re alive. They’ve defeated the Evilest Evil of Evil. They are on a bus out of Sunnydale.
She wakes with unspeakable happiness and pounding relief. For a few blessed moments, she’s smiling at the ceiling. Then she remembers: that tearing desperation, his stupid noble fortitude…
The light was blinding.