Journey Drabbles

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Here's an odd little collection of drabbles, nothing interconnecting this time but they are in chronologic order. All are PG-13 and as always Mr. Whedon holds all rights.

Angelus - historical

Blonde hair trickled through his fingers. He looked at his sleeping lover, remembering her promise to show him the world. And so she had. First they cut a swath across Ireland then moved into England, finding new joys and dark depravities. Europe had been even more exciting. What could possibly top the desecrations they had committed in Rome? Northern Africa had been too hot and miserable but there had been something awe-inspiring about the pyramids in moonlight. Drunken nights in Paris had thrilled him. The only problem was Darla never told him he had to die to take his journey.

Giles - Post Chosen

He watched them all on their greatest journey, from painful adolescence to adulthood. He had watched them falter along the way and saw them bloom. He had seen love triumphant and had witnessed its ruin. He loved them all more than he would have ever thought possible. Xander had become a fine Watcher. Willow still frightened him from time to time with her command of magic. Dawn still fought with her sister but she was determined to be a Watcher as well. And his beloved Buffy, he couldn’t express the honor and joy he took in helping her on her path.

Spike - Immediately after Lovers Walk

How embarrassing was it that he only figured out his path back to happiness thanks to the Slayer and her pussy-whipped vampire? It was bloody humiliating to be related to Peaches, what with the way he was puppy-dog in love with a Slayer of all things. Still, he owed them. Watching them dancing around each other showed him he hadn’t tried hard enough to hold onto Drusilla. She was his everything and he had to prove it to her. Spike blamed his blindness on his tattered heart and whiskey-soddened brain. Now, how the hell did he travel to South America sunlight-free?

Connor - Just prior to A New World

Steven’s heart thundered as he considered the journey he planned on taking. It wasn’t like crossing the Barrens or trailing after Father as a child trying to find safe lodgings. He meant to tear his way through the between space of worlds. He had made the sluhks tell him how. He couldn’t stop now. He had to go on, no matter how afraid he was. He’d do his duty, kill the monster that fathered him and then return home. It wasn’t a one-way trip. It shouldn’t even take him long. He had the advantage. Angel didn’t know he was coming.

Darla - During Inside Out

She hadn’t thought it would hurt so much. The Powers had made her beg and plead crying until her very soul bled before they would allow her to go free. Darla had fought hard. She simply couldn’t let her little boy make a mistake he could never take back. How could she love so much, so unconditionally? She wanted to fold him into her arms and make all the agony inside him hers. Her journey had almost been a success until the bitch got her claws back into him. Darla watched Connor slip away. Hell couldn’t be worse than this.