![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Fic: Saved the Day
Jan. 23rd, 2015 06:39 pmNote: Written for the prompt or rescue at Open on Sunday but not posted there because it's too long.
"Speed of lightning, roar of thunder.”
Saturday morning. 5:30. Dawn had cranked the volume. Buffy stared at her ceiling. Three. Two. One. Mom’s door slammed. The tv clicked off. “Go to your room.”
“What are you gonna do? Ground me even more?”
“Honey, you’re not grounded.”
“Feels like it.” And there went Dawn, stomping up the stairs.
Not even in Sunnydale could a blown-up high-school be blamed on PCP crazed druggies. There’d been talk of a bomber, like that guy in Oklahoma City. Mom had pretty much kept them in the house ever since.
On tv, once the hero saved the day, he got the girl – not that Buffy wanted a girl – but once the day was saved, everything was fixed. She’d saved the day. So why was everything broken?
"Speed of lightning, roar of thunder.”
Saturday morning. 5:30. Dawn had cranked the volume. Buffy stared at her ceiling. Three. Two. One. Mom’s door slammed. The tv clicked off. “Go to your room.”
“What are you gonna do? Ground me even more?”
“Honey, you’re not grounded.”
“Feels like it.” And there went Dawn, stomping up the stairs.
Not even in Sunnydale could a blown-up high-school be blamed on PCP crazed druggies. There’d been talk of a bomber, like that guy in Oklahoma City. Mom had pretty much kept them in the house ever since.
On tv, once the hero saved the day, he got the girl – not that Buffy wanted a girl – but once the day was saved, everything was fixed. She’d saved the day. So why was everything broken?