Fic: And a High Place Crying
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dragonyphoenixTitle: And a High Place Crying
Fandom: BtVS
Characters/Pairing: Dawn, Spike
Rating: PG
Concrit: Please, in comments
Disclaimer: They aren't mine, not yet, but the will be once I've taken over the world. Bwah-ha-ha.
Summary: Comfort after Buffy's leap off the tower
Notes: Written for a promt at Open on Sunday, high, but not posted there because it's longer than one-hundred words.
“Stay back.” Curled up around herself, sitting on the edge of a beam that jutted out from the skeleton of a building, Dawn glared at Spike.
“All right,” he replied as he sat, dangling his legs over the edge.
Pretending to ignore him, she gazed down at the ground, far below the two of them. When Dawn did finally look up, he was staring at the spot where they’d found– where they’d found the body. “You’re only here ‘cause of her.”
Still staring down, he said, “Last thing she asked of me was to take care of you.” Glancing up, staring straight at her, he added, “I do love you, little bit. One doesn’t knock out the other.”
Wiping her nose with her arm, muffling the words, she said, “Not like anybody’d care. Not like I’m really a person.”
“You’ve got people who love you, who’ll mourn if you’re gone. You think we want to lose you so soon after Buffy?”
Looking up, Dawn caught a tear running down his cheek. Standing carefully, she started walking toward him. In a flash Spike was next to her, leading her to the wider ledge where he pulled her into a tight hug.
Wishing they could stay that way forever, Dawn crushed her face into his shoulder.
Fandom: BtVS
Characters/Pairing: Dawn, Spike
Rating: PG
Concrit: Please, in comments
Disclaimer: They aren't mine, not yet, but the will be once I've taken over the world. Bwah-ha-ha.
Summary: Comfort after Buffy's leap off the tower
Notes: Written for a promt at Open on Sunday, high, but not posted there because it's longer than one-hundred words.
“Stay back.” Curled up around herself, sitting on the edge of a beam that jutted out from the skeleton of a building, Dawn glared at Spike.
“All right,” he replied as he sat, dangling his legs over the edge.
Pretending to ignore him, she gazed down at the ground, far below the two of them. When Dawn did finally look up, he was staring at the spot where they’d found– where they’d found the body. “You’re only here ‘cause of her.”
Still staring down, he said, “Last thing she asked of me was to take care of you.” Glancing up, staring straight at her, he added, “I do love you, little bit. One doesn’t knock out the other.”
Wiping her nose with her arm, muffling the words, she said, “Not like anybody’d care. Not like I’m really a person.”
“You’ve got people who love you, who’ll mourn if you’re gone. You think we want to lose you so soon after Buffy?”
Looking up, Dawn caught a tear running down his cheek. Standing carefully, she started walking toward him. In a flash Spike was next to her, leading her to the wider ledge where he pulled her into a tight hug.
Wishing they could stay that way forever, Dawn crushed her face into his shoulder.
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