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After a three year (at least) break... A Brand New Fic!!!

Postby Kerkevik » Mon Oct 12, 2009 11:26 am

Hi,

a couple of weeks ago I finished my first fic in well over three years. Not only that, but it's my first fic since my last fic for The Chosen's 'Fun Stuff' page, that hasn't threatened to make 'War & Peace' resemble an office memo (certainly I never thought I'd be ever able to write a drabble!); also my first ever buffyverse-fic that hasn't been about Tara and/or Willow.

So, after several years of just standing on the edge of the Buffyverse, and commenting, here goes...



Stranger Among the Living
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Kerkevik


Behind her back she's "The Slayer".... and other things they should be too young to understand.

To her face? "Sir", or "General"; in their bunks, in hushed tones, "She".

Or "Her".

Why does she always carry a lighter, when she doesn't smoke? Why when they run out does she always head for London?

Nobody knows about the headstone, inscribed with a name and two, improbable, dates; lit by one, eternally aflame, cheap lighter.

Or why she always brings back a whole case.

Or always returns from Dublin.

Via Galway.

Behind her back it's "Bitch".

Never her name.

Never just... "Buffy".



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Postby Dana5140 » Tue Oct 13, 2009 11:24 pm

And a million years ago, I wrote this even shorter drabble:

A Quiet Day
It was one of those slow, quiet days that Willow and Tara rarely saw any more. They had woken late and had slowly dressed and gotten moving. It was Willow who had suggested coffee at the Coffee Grinder, a suggestion that Tara was only too happy to accept.

So there they were, slowly sipping a couple of mochas with whipped cream. Willow had taken the mint leaf that the Grinder had used as a garnish and was slowly, and with little apparent thought, licking the whipped cream off the leaf. This caused Tara to watch with growing interest, though she did not say a word. With a start, Willow realized what she was doing, glanced over at Tara and saw her watching, and then smiled a little embarrassed grin at her lover. Tara lifted her eyebrows in response, and blew Willow a small kiss in return.

Alone amongst the people frequenting the cafe, Willow and Tara spent an hour in companiable silence. The day looked to be a good one.
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Headline News... Huge Tara fan writes pro-Kennedy Fic!!!

Postby Kerkevik » Tue Oct 27, 2009 10:24 am

Hey guys,

actually managed to write another fic!

AND it's a pro-Kennedy fic!!!

Hope you like,
Please be to pass on your thoughts,

and I am still under Willow & Tara's spell,
Ray.

If Wishes Were Horses
by
Kerkevik



Willow saw her through the windows of the Espresso Pump and smiled warmly at her as she caught the eye of the barista, who hugged her warmly and kissed her, european-style, on both cheeks.

And if her smile seemed a little forced and Claudio seemed to run a finger under Tara's eyes, then Willow paid it no never mind, because it was a beautiful sunny day, and she was going to sit and share a coffee with the woman she loved. A date; a new start; a new life.

She watched Tara chatting with the barista, and nod at something he said to her, then make her way towards the table she was sitting at; their favourite. The one they'd sat at that first evening out, the evening after the thing with the soda machine had changed her life forever, even if she hadn't been quite sure how at the time.

And if Tara seemed to hesitate for a second, and keep her eye half on the retreating Claudio, as if drawing strength from him, then Willow paid it no never mind, because Tara had come, there was a chance that things might actually work out. She fought not to stand; too seem to desperate to be in her company; so as not to scare her off. She seemed to succeed, and allowed herself a sigh of relief when Tara continued her approach.

As Willow always did when she needed to cover her own nervousness by talking a mile a minute; somehow managing to order their coffees (she'd insisted on that point when they'd agreed on this 'experiment') from the barista, not even noticing him as he left to complete the order.

Her eyes never left her, of course and when, out of the corner of her eye, she caught that little twist appearing at the corner of her mouth; the Tara-smile of scoobie-legend; that she wanted to kiss so badly she could barely breathe at the thought she could barely stop her heart leaping from her chest.

She chattered on, about Buffy's new hair; the desperately sad nerdiness of the Trio who's been responsible for the invisibility that had hidden Buffy's new hair; about... well she didn't tell her everything, no, she couldn't bring herself to mention Amy's gift, or that she had oh-so-nearly given in to it. She watched her love carefully and relaxed when she saw that she'd not noticed the hesitation.

And if that twist took just a little bit longer than usual to turn into one of Tara's all-too-rare grins, Willow paid it no never mind, because she knew how much Tara was worried about little Dawnie, whom she'd been like a mom to, and because, when it did come, that grin was like the rising of the dawn on a misty winter's day.

As if Spring was finally returning to Willow's life.

And paid no notice to the crinkling around Tara's eyes as she took notice of the omissions, and began to show a little annoyance at Willow's 'performance'.


She was so focussed on Tara, that she failed to notice the retrun of the barista - until she spoke.

"Mi dispiace, caro il mio bambino. Mi dispiace tanto."

"I am sorry, bella rosa,"


Willow found herself frowning as Tara's lips moved, as if seeming to ready themselves for speech but, when the words came, they were in that odd admixture of the tuscan hills; welsh valleys, and hollywood queer, that was the barista's voice. Slowly she comprehended what was going on and, turning her head, to see a rarely seen sorrowful expression on his beginning-to-be chubby features.

But his words didn't seem to warrant the expression she was seeing.

"... the mint chocolate is gone, dolci signore. Would the syrup be..."

Willow started to tell him that Tara didn't like the syrup, when she smiled warmly, at him.

"Bydd yn cael ei jyst ddirwya, Claudio."

Willow could barely contain her surprise. She knew she was speaking welsh, it was more the near-perfect accent, plus the fact that the barista seemed to be nodding his approval, as if he was a teacher appreciating the success of a favored pupil. Then she caught the careful look in his eye and, out of the corner of her eye, the equally careful nod she gave him in response.

She sensed a coldness creeping in to that bright spring dawn she had been anticipating. The look on Tara's face, which had been full of the love she shared, had become slightly stiff; uncomfortable, as if in anticipation of some unpleasant task that had to be completed, no matter how little it was to be desired.

She felt a tightness behind her eyeball as Tara opened her beautiful lips, and began to speak.

And if Tara shuddered, as if making a decision; one that she knew was probably a mistake, but could not change, well..? Willow paid it no never mind. She just enjoyed the gradual warming in Tara's attitude, even if it did seem a little hesitant in unusual places and, if Tara's attitude seemed to change later, as if trying desperately to stick to a decision she had made. She paid it no never mind, because that night, Tara came to her room, and spoke the moist beautiful words Willow could ever have wished to hear.

And they made love in a way they hadn't since that first night.


~~~~~

Kennedy lay awake, listening to the whimpers; could feel the wetness of her tears on her breast. In between the muttering, that usually made no sense, were words she could quote by heart these days.

And prayed every day she'd never hear again.

With a growing; dread, sense of futility.

~~~~~

"Will, did you really believe I could forgive you? After everything that my family did to me? No! Don't start please."

Willow wiped the back of her wrist across her eyes, fiercely determined to stop the tears she knew where waiting to pour forth. Tara's hand, held up against her former lover's desired pleading.

"You raped me, Will. You did! After, everything you knew, after I gave you a chance to save everything we had, you did it again." She was whispering now, her voice shaking, veering between fury, and unbearable misery.

Willow stood up and began to walk away from everything she loved. She heard Tara's voice as she reached the door.

"I am sorry. I still love you. I just... I,"

Can't be with me.


At that moment, if she'd ever had any doubt about the monster she'd become, they all disappeared. Three blocks away she called Giles in England, managing to convince the Watcher's Council flunkey, that 'yes, it was very vital that the negotiations be interrupted'.

"Giles?" [i]Two weeks later she began the long journey to her rehabilitation. Five years later she ran into Tara at a lecture the new professor was giving at Sarah Lawrence, in attempt to recruit more women into the ranks of the still understaffed ranks of the Watcher's Council. A week later she received a totally unexpected e-mail from Tara and, slightly under a month later they resumed their love affair.

They were married on the steps of the mansion where Willow had, three months before, graduated from the rehabilitation college. They both bore sons, within a year. The fathers, a stupidly grinning Alexander Harris-Jenkins, and a slightly-stunned-that-the-magic-had-actually-worked (and that Tara had worked on for years without telling anyone), and he could sire a child without passing on the lycanthropy, Daniel Osborne, both being present at the births.

A daughter, named for the woman who'd love and friendship had kept their hopes alive, despite the bleakness of the years in between, Dawn. The boys, named, Martin (after the good Dr. King) and Jordi, after the little lad's studious, but totally not Oz-like, uncle, all did very well and are thriving.

~~~~~

Kennedy just held on tight, as the woman she loved suffered unfathomable guilt over someone she'd never seen, except in a worse than usual college guidebook.

She just held on, and prayed.

While Willow begged every god, goddess, animus, spirit (and even a couple of the friendlier demons), she'd ever read about, to take away the one death they couldn't.

While Kennedy shed a few tears at her inability to slay these demons she couldn't even imagine.

~~~~~

Willow walked into the Espresso Pump, and saw the graven face of Claudio, the barista whose name she'd barely ever paid attention to, but who'd known her Tara better than she ever had; walked into his arms, and allowed him to stroke her hair, and heard those words - again - that she'd ignored so many months before.

"Mi dispiace, caro il mio bambino. Mi dispiace tanto."

"I am sorry, bella rosa,"

~~~~~

But Willow never seemed to understand that the words were coming from new lips. Kennedy looked at the clock beside the bed; stared at the date and wondered what dawn would bring.

It was past midnight; midnight on May the 7th.


FIN


[i]Still
under Willow & Tara's spell,
and yes... Jet Wolf is my master now,
Ray.


Oh, and guys..? Can you Please be making some comments on Mine & Dana's fics.

It would be nice to know how we're doing.

Thanks for listening,
Ray.
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Postby Dana5140 » Tue Oct 27, 2009 3:00 pm

I like it- and don't yell at me. ;-)

Board is quiet. Jet is off living a real life these days. Not much Buffy going on. Too much Dollhouse, though.
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Re: After a three year (at least) break... A Brand New Fic!!

Postby Akeela » Thu Mar 18, 2010 3:56 pm

Critique:
I sobbed
Along the way
Which’d make it art
That which tugs heart strings

If our Mistress is mute
Must we be silent
Rather think not
We should
Speak

Oh
For 1000
Tongues to sing
Come t’think of it
Have we not got them

Sing out oh my Brothers
Shout out my Sisters
Breath life in’t
Those we
Love

A
K
E E L A
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Re: After a three year (at least) break... A Brand New Fic!!

Postby Dana5140 » Thu Apr 21, 2011 5:48 pm

Keela! Hello there!
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