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Four Drabbles
(I fixed the spelling. I apologize profusely. No, I don’t use the spell check, mainly because it keeps wanting to change things that I know is correct, and so by the time it gets around to pointing out the real errors, I’m not paying attention anymore. Still, the people around me deserve better than a half-assed job.)
Okay, so I decided to write drabbles on everything I’d requested, and got a little carried away. Nemo Gravis, I loved your gift for me. It made my day, and really made me think.
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** So I wrote a drabble on a conversation between Xander and Tara. Not because yours wasn’t good, it was great. (I loved the spandex line.) But it made my creative juices flow.**
Untitled Drabble #1
“So you’re the girlfriend.” She nodded. She wasn’t going to risk her tongue knotting up. Not for this. She knew instinctively that for her and Willow to work, he’d have to approve. “She could have told me, you know.” One corner of his mouth lifted. “She used to tell me everything.
She said the unspoken words. “Until m-me? That’s n-not fair.” She steadied herself. “You ca-can’t hold m-me responsible for your friendship. How m-many girlfriends did you t-tell her about? Cordelia, Faith? You want her to talk to you? Talk to her.”
He shrugged. “You’re right. You’re blunt, y’know that?”
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** And here’s the Xander/Kennedy interaction. I promise that my views of the characters only rubbed off slightly. As in slightly more than a lot.**
Untitled Drabble #2
“You don’t like me.”
He shot her a Look. “No, I don’t. But Willow does… plus, you could turn me into a Twizzler. So I’ll be nice.”
“Why don’t you?” she demanded.
“For starters, THAT.” She’d unconsciously shifted into a fighting stance. “Something doesn’t suit you, you beat it till it does. Like you think you can do whatever you want, now that you’re a Slayer. So no, I don’t like you. But, here’s the scoop: I don’t HAVE to like you. ’Cause you’ll be gone soon. You don’t really love Willow, you love power. And Willow? Doesn’t love you.”
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**Xander and Dawn that I had to write. It’s technically part of a segment to a story, but oh, well. And then, there’s one that I had to write, even though I don’t believe it. Possible, yes. Probable, no. Oh, well.**
Untitled Drabble #3
She leaned back. “So, I’m guessing you like me?
He resisted the urge to squirm. “No. You’re my sister.”
She took his face in her hands, and looked him in the eye. “No, I’m not. If I were, we just crossed the line into sick and wrong.”
He pulled away. “Guess I’m sick and wrong.” He was pacing now. “I took you to ballet class, baby-sat you —”
She interupted him. “You saved my life more times than I can count.”
His back was to her. “Maybe, but …” He turned back in. “Who the hell taught you to kiss like that?”
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**And, finally …**
Untitled Drabble #4
He’d love to have her on his side. Better would be if he could also convince Ripper, but he’d take what he could get. And she would be easy to convince. All he’d have to do is get rid of the two that stood in his way: the white knight, and the golden girl. The tricky part would be in getting someone else to do it. It couldn’t be traced back to him. He was rather fond of living. He would plant the idea in a phone call.
He heard the ring and answer. “It’s Ethan. Slayers aren’t exactly bulletproof.”
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Okay, would you people PLEASE give me ideas? I want to write, but I’m not so great on the idea end of things.
Okay, so I decided to write drabbles on everything I’d requested, and got a little carried away. Nemo Gravis, I loved your gift for me. It made my day, and really made me think.
– – – – – – –
** So I wrote a drabble on a conversation between Xander and Tara. Not because yours wasn’t good, it was great. (I loved the spandex line.) But it made my creative juices flow.**
Untitled Drabble #1
“So you’re the girlfriend.” She nodded. She wasn’t going to risk her tongue knotting up. Not for this. She knew instinctively that for her and Willow to work, he’d have to approve. “She could have told me, you know.” One corner of his mouth lifted. “She used to tell me everything.
She said the unspoken words. “Until m-me? That’s n-not fair.” She steadied herself. “You ca-can’t hold m-me responsible for your friendship. How m-many girlfriends did you t-tell her about? Cordelia, Faith? You want her to talk to you? Talk to her.”
He shrugged. “You’re right. You’re blunt, y’know that?”
– – – – – – –
** And here’s the Xander/Kennedy interaction. I promise that my views of the characters only rubbed off slightly. As in slightly more than a lot.**
Untitled Drabble #2
“You don’t like me.”
He shot her a Look. “No, I don’t. But Willow does… plus, you could turn me into a Twizzler. So I’ll be nice.”
“Why don’t you?” she demanded.
“For starters, THAT.” She’d unconsciously shifted into a fighting stance. “Something doesn’t suit you, you beat it till it does. Like you think you can do whatever you want, now that you’re a Slayer. So no, I don’t like you. But, here’s the scoop: I don’t HAVE to like you. ’Cause you’ll be gone soon. You don’t really love Willow, you love power. And Willow? Doesn’t love you.”
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**Xander and Dawn that I had to write. It’s technically part of a segment to a story, but oh, well. And then, there’s one that I had to write, even though I don’t believe it. Possible, yes. Probable, no. Oh, well.**
Untitled Drabble #3
She leaned back. “So, I’m guessing you like me?
He resisted the urge to squirm. “No. You’re my sister.”
She took his face in her hands, and looked him in the eye. “No, I’m not. If I were, we just crossed the line into sick and wrong.”
He pulled away. “Guess I’m sick and wrong.” He was pacing now. “I took you to ballet class, baby-sat you —”
She interupted him. “You saved my life more times than I can count.”
His back was to her. “Maybe, but …” He turned back in. “Who the hell taught you to kiss like that?”
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**And, finally …**
Untitled Drabble #4
He’d love to have her on his side. Better would be if he could also convince Ripper, but he’d take what he could get. And she would be easy to convince. All he’d have to do is get rid of the two that stood in his way: the white knight, and the golden girl. The tricky part would be in getting someone else to do it. It couldn’t be traced back to him. He was rather fond of living. He would plant the idea in a phone call.
He heard the ring and answer. “It’s Ethan. Slayers aren’t exactly bulletproof.”
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Okay, would you people PLEASE give me ideas? I want to write, but I’m not so great on the idea end of things.
Here you are
"My second worst day, since getting my amulet smashed was the worst day, was HORRIBLE. The stupid girl was going on and on about how her husband didn't love here, well, DUH. The dumb guy was banging his secretary just because he COULD. Obviously, he dind't love either woman. One was a good trophy wife, and the other was good for sex. Not that I'm knocking sex, cause, let's face it, sex is beyond fun. So, this girl says the most terrifying workds I've ever heard: 'I wish everyone could see him as the rabbit he really is.'"
"C'mon, Will, PLEASE? Division is killing me."
"I said I'll help, but you'll never learn if I do it for you."
"I don't have to LEARN. I just have to PASS."
The brunette turned back to Charlie Brown. "NO."
The boy watched in silence, sighed and stood up. "Guess I'll have to pull out the big guns." He muttered under his breath, "I can't believe I'm doing this," threw his head back, and bounced up and down like a spastic poodle.
"Xander! What are you DOING?"
He stopped abruptly. "The snoopy dance. You said you could never resist it."
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