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06 January 2010 @ 11:19 pm
Post Chosen, comics compliant (to an extent)


And a rovin' a rovin' a rovin' I'll go


Buffy never expected to be a world traveler. She's been to almost every country, gathering newly minted slayers as if they were stray kittens. When she's not delivering her "bunch of super powered chicks taking down monsters" speech, she finds herself in suitcase mode anyway. Now that she has the resources, she finds that there's plenty of demons world wide to keep a girl on the go.

At then end of the day, after yet another demon is vanquished, she sees the sights, even finds time to shop.

She dreams of settling down and finding a place to call home.



Author's Note: The tile comes from "A Pair of Brown Eyes" by The Pogues
 
 
06 January 2010 @ 08:03 pm
Timeline: sometime after New Moon Rising
Rating: G
Disclaimer: still not mine, alas
Challenge: Rover

"Kukkur, kukkur!" the kids crowded around. No taller than their Nepalese parents, Oz was still a curiosity.

"They want to see the dog." Oz turned at the English-speaking voice. A wrinkled man sat on a doorstep. "Like you say... Rover."

"I don't have a dog." A chill crossed Oz's neck.

The man smiled placidly. "You are the dog."

"I can't show them... I'd hurt them." Many tiny hands patted Oz's spiky hair.

"Don't worry. I will not let you." The man howled; the children answered. Then Oz was the only one on two feet. A minute later he joined them.
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06 January 2010 @ 12:07 pm
pre-Surprise

Xander inspected his elbow, sure that he’d find a chunk of flesh missing. Last week, a vampire had kept him hostage. Dead man’s grip had been gentler, and his claws hadn’t sunk this deeply. “Needing fresh blood to replace that lipstick?” he snapped, pointing in the general location of Cordelia’s lips.

Cordelia scowled. “Don’t look at my lips! Don’t look at me. Shouldn’t you know how to keep a secret? Even Harmony can tell that your eyes are roving all around me. Stop the rovering!”

“Am not.”

Her dark eyes narrowed. “I mean it, Harris.”

And then she kissed him.
 
 
Current Mood: pissed off
 
 
05 January 2010 @ 10:46 pm
Generations of men (and eventually women) had dedicated their lives to the Watchers Council. They claimed it was a calling, requiring commitment and loyalty. Only the best and brightest were admitted to this rarefied atmosphere and even then, the top positions were jockeyed over by the fewest and finest. Young men (and eventually women) fought for roles as active Watchers, competed to rove the world with their slayer, fighting evil in whatever incarnation they found.
In the end, though, they were no heroes. They were nothing but pirates, sea rovers stealing lives and futures of lovely and brave young girls.
 
 
05 January 2010 @ 05:53 pm

Characters: Spike from BtVS. Blood from Harlan Ellison's story A Boy and His Dog.
Notes: The quote “blood's a rover” come from the poem Reveille by A. E. Housman. Harlan Ellison once wrote that the sequel to A Boy and His Dog would be called Blood's a Rover.

“You don't mind, do you?” Spike looked up from his meal. Nearby, a dog wagged its tail.

Spike stood. The voice had been in his head. “Who’s there?”

The dog smiled. “Blood.”

“You then, what do you want?”

“Dinner.”

Spike gestured to the corpse. The dog started eating. Spike started walking away.

“Wait. We could work together,” Blood said. “Watch each other’s back.”

Spike hadn't had anyone since Dru had left him. Shrugging his acceptance, he asked, “Why me? Why not some nice family?”

“Blood's a rover.”

“Great,” Spike said. “Not only do you talk, you spout poetry as well.”
 


 
 
05 January 2010 @ 02:36 pm
He had halfway expected to end up as a rover across the wide world's hells: redemption was impossible, death too kind. Down the dark years he had traveled through Europe, reddening its convents. He had lived through China's revolution of blood and fire, and he had survived sewers, Sunnydale, rain in an alley, dragonfire.

For all the differences between places, all the different tongues spoken, tall people and short, pale and dark, he came to understand that hell was in his own mind, and thus no matter how many footsteps he put between himself and his past, he was damned.
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05 January 2010 @ 03:27 pm
“It’s perfect, Angel,” Buffy said, petting the Pomeranian through the open cage door.

“Are you sure?”

“Faith told me about the puppy, Angel.”

“I know she did,” he said, shooting a quick glare in Faith’s direction. “I will never live this down. Will I?”

“Hell, no,” Faith said. “It’s too good.”

“Maybe if it was a bigger dog--” Angel began.

“It’s perfect! Come on, Rover,” Buffy said, scooping the puppy up into her arms. “You’re coming home with us.”

“Dude, it’s your fault,” Faith said. “You had to save a puppy, and now B has to save a puppy.”
 
 
Title: Five Times Cordy Didn't Babysit Dawn
Author: [info]snowpuppies
Fandom: BtVS/Ats
Character/Pairing: Dawn, Cordelia
Genre: Friendship/Fluff/Angst-lite
Rating: G
Disclaimer and Distribution Information
Summary: Cordelia never babysat Dawn, but if she did...
Word Count: 1,200



Title: Downstream
Author: [info]snowpuppies
Fandom: BtVS/Ats
Character/Pairing: Dawn/Xander
Genre: Angst/Romance
Rating: PG
Highlight for Warnings: **implied other character death**
Disclaimer and Distribution Information
Summary: Time may not heal all wounds, but love can wash the blood away. Companion to Epilogue
Word Count: 500
 
 
04 January 2010 @ 11:06 pm
Wander Alone, Far and Wide

His family is dead. The pain is indescribable. He runs to Rome, taking her selfishly before disappearing again, hoping for forgiveness.

He takes brooding global, rarely seeing anyone, often forgetting to eat although it's necessary now.

One morning he wakes to Spike's voice in his head (moping tosser) and decides to get out of bed.

In Morocco on Dawn's tip, he approaches the slayer base nervously. It has been three years.

Spying him from her window, her heart swells with something: perhaps sorrow, perhaps happiness, definitely love. She turns towards her door, waiting for him, her roving man returning home.



Young woman, share your fire with me
My heart is cold, my soul is free
I am a stranger in your land
A wandering man
Sand, Einstuerzende Neubauten
 
 
Current Mood: pleased
 
 
04 January 2010 @ 10:03 pm
“Red Rover, Red Rover, let Ella come over!” the girls chorused, grips tightening.

Ella ran like mad, suddenly swerving to attack a pair of hands that were least expecting it, and broke through.

“We’ll take Buffy,” she said, pointing at the blonde girl in the anchor position.

Buffy sighed. She’d switched sides so often that she didn’t know why they were playing anymore. It wasn’t her fault she never lost, and since she’d accidentally broken Alana’s and Jeanette’s wrists, no one asked her to “come over.”

“Freak,” she heard the girl next to her mutter as she changed sides again.
 
 
03 January 2010 @ 07:27 am
Happy New Year!!! Happy New Decade (yes officially it will start on 2011 but culturally it starts now!)

But today's prompt looks both forward and back as January 3rd is the 6th anniversary of the first Landing of the Mars Rovers! These brave robots have covered miles of the Mars surface, and yet avoided picking up the Doctor! It's our real science nudging against our Sci Fi. So to honour Spirit and Opportunity the prompt is:

ROVER(s)


Remember all forms of the word are acceptable!

Have fun! And best wishes to all for a safe, creative, and successful 2010.
 
 
01 January 2010 @ 11:22 am
Title: Strangers

Author: [info]lusciousxander

Pairing: Buffy/Spike, Buffy/Other

Setting: Starts in the eighth of February 2005. Buffy, Xander and their Slayers are living in a castle in Scotland.

Spoilers: All seasons of BtVS, including S8. All seasons of AtS, including Angel: After the Fall. This is pre-The Long Way Home, first arc of S8 and post-Angel: After the Fall.

Notes: 1) Buffy's POV throughout. This fic is pretty much Buffy-centric.
2) I'm pushing the events of S8 to the end of 2005 instead of 2004. So, The Long Way Home starts in the end of 2005.

Summary: Grief pushes Buffy to do something really stupid. Now she has to deal with the consequences. Things get more complicated when she discovers that Spike is no longer dead.

Thanks to [info]seapealsh, [info]lovesbitch91, [info]eowyn_315, and [info]powerofthebook for being my awesome betas.


Chapter One
Chapter Two
 
 
31 December 2009 @ 08:29 am
That's all for 2009!

Late drabbles, prompt ideas, general good wishes all accepted in the comments!

Happy New Year, everyone!
 
 
30 December 2009 @ 04:33 pm
Title: Strangers

Author: [info]lusciousxander

Pairing: Buffy/Spike, Buffy/Other

Setting: Starts in the eighth of February 2005. Buffy, Xander and their Slayers are living in a castle in Scotland.

Spoilers: All seasons of BtVS, including S8. All seasons of AtS, including Angel: After the Fall. This is pre-The Long Way Home, first arc of S8 and post-Angel: After the Fall.

Notes: 1) Buffy's POV throughout. This fic is pretty much Buffy-centric.
2) I'm pushing the events of S8 to the end of 2005 instead of 2004. So, The Long Way Home starts in the end of 2005.

Summary: Grief pushes Buffy to do something really stupid. Now she has to deal with the consequences. Things get more complicated when she discovers that Spike is no longer dead.

Thanks to [info]seapealsh, [info]lovesbitch91, [info]eowyn_315, and [info]powerofthebook for being my awesome betas.


Chapter One
 
 
29 December 2009 @ 10:31 pm
A Life

Buffy POV

She never had children, but she wound up mothering thousands of young girls.

She was an only child but somehow acquired a sister and a bond stronger than blood.

She blew up her high school and her town but never drifted from her friends no matter the miles that sometimes separated them.

She never married but eventually wound up back in the arms of the only man who had ever been fully her equal.

This is not the life she would have imagined for herself. There has been terrible sorrow. But it has also been filled past overflowing with love.
 
 
29 December 2009 @ 03:14 pm
Timeline: Retconned S2 (ETA: Duh. Lover's Walk, S3.) with Dawn in it
Characters: Dawn, Spike
Rating: G
Prompt: Full
Disclaimer: Still not mine, alas

When her mom left the kitchen to look for marshmallows, Dawn took a two-fisted grip on her spray bottle and sighted through the stair railing.

“I can hear your heartbeat.” The vampire stayed hunched over his cocoa.

“I have a full bottle of holy water.” She would not squeak. “You’d better leave.”

He turned his head, one eyebrow climbing. “Looks like all the Summers women are formidable.” An admiring smile spread across his face. “I’ve no quarrel with your mum, little one.”

Then Angel and Buffy stormed in and no-one needed holy water. Formidable. Dawn could get used to that.
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29 December 2009 @ 12:33 pm
“This is an impressive resume but I'm afraid we're full.”

“Full?” Lindsey asked, thinking that was an odd choice of words.

“We've reached our quota for new hires,” Holland Manners replied.

“I'd like you to reconsider,” Lindsey was saying when the door opened.

“Mr. Manners, you're needed immediately.”

“I'll be back in momentarily,” Holland said.

Through the open doorway, Lindsey saw two paramedics carting out a body. An arm, dripping blood, hung over the edge.

“Well,” Holland said, rejoining Lindsey at the desk. “It seems we do have an opening after all.”
 
 
 
27 December 2009 @ 09:21 pm
Title: Leftovers
Author: Maeve Bran
Rated:G
Disclaimer: I do not own Angel the Serries and mean no copyright infringement. I'm just having some unprofitable fun.
Notes: Set pre serries.
Prompt: Full

Lindsey MacDonald surveyed the empty Chinese take out cartons that litter the conference room table. He and Lilah Morgan were working late on a case, his first major case in fact since he became a junior associate at Wolfram and Hart. Lindsey had marveled at the casual way that Lilah had picked up the phone and ordered the food. Lindsey knew, with his head at least, that his days of barely enough food to keep hunger at bay were over, but the casual ordering of more food than two people could eat with no concern for leftovers still surprised him.
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28 December 2009 @ 12:06 am
Just Over the wire -- Sorry today did not feel like a Sunday

This week's prompt is:

FULL


Play with it however you want!
 
 
 
 

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