cornerofmadness | Lost Drabbles

This was interesting. I think some of these could be close to others since they are so obvious (Wes, Buffy, Angel) but hopefully my take is different enough to be interesting. Others are a little more esoteric. As always Mr. Whedon owns all rights and all are PG-13

Labyrinth - Giles – S 1 during “Nightmares.”

How could this be happening? The library wasn’t that big. This was impossible. Giles felt the sweat trickling down his spine. The words on the spines of the books swam before his eyes. He took his glasses off, cleaning then but it didn’t help. He squinted nearsightedly at the books and the words might as well have been in a language he didn’t know.

His office had to be just through there. Giles turned right and found himself even deeper in the stacks. It was like something was making them into Daedelus’ maze. He was lost in his own library.

Vengeance - Angel – S 3

They shouldn’t have stopped him. Angel knew he should be grateful to his friends, that maybe later he’d feel guilty, but feeling Wesley’s struggles fading as he smothered him was poor compensation for what he lost. He could have killed the man quickly but he wanted the slower death, to let him know he was dying and deserved it.

Angel buried his face in Connor’s teddy bear, his son’s warm scent rising from it. How could he have thought this was the scent of food? Had he lost his mind? All he wanted was his baby back in his arms.

Should have Listened - Connor – S 3 (Quor-Toth)

Steven shook all over as he pushed through the fens. A sulfurous reek burned his sensitive eyes and nose. Why hadn’t he listened to Father? He had warned him against going off on his own but Steven couldn’t curb his curious nature. Father had been asleep and he knew he wasn’t going far. Only he had and now all he could smell was sulfur. He couldn’t track himself back. The fens had swallowed up his path and night was coming.

Steven yelped as the tall grass parted. Father stood there, worried. He flung himself into Father’s arms. “I got lost!”

Self-Made Hell -Wes bwt S3/4

He made a mental check list of things he had lost and could only wish he could through no fault of his own. His place in this world, his friends, his job, his self-confidence and now looking at the woman in bed beside him, his self-respect of which he had so little and had fought so hard to attain. Yes, when he had left Sunnydale and been fired, he had suffered these losses but not like this. With one act, he had destroyed everything. He had ruined lives and not just his own. His father was right. He was worthless.

Disgust - Buffy S 6

She looked at her bloodied hands. How could it have come to this? How much of her soul had she lost? She was being more abusive than a vampire. She remembered the feel of Spike’s flesh under her fists as she battered him for making her need him. She shuddered recalling the feel of him between her legs. Maybe Willow’s spell was worse than anyone knew. Maybe Buffy had left her soul behind in Heaven.

This had to stop before she lost more of herself. She couldn’t see Spike again. She had to regain herself. It couldn’t be love.

Homesick - Connor – bwt S 3 & 4

He had to tell Fred again that he didn’t remember being lost when she tried again to make him feel better by telling him how she had been lost in Pylea. She didn’t really like his answer but it was true. Quor-Toth was home. Now he was lost. Father was gone. Home was unreachable.

Connor couldn’t let Fred and Gunn know how afraid he was or they’d never leave him be. He was slowly beginning to trust them even though they had made sure he couldn’t save Father. He had thought they would kill him next. They made him feel lost.

Devious - Connor – bwt S 3 & 4

Connor frantically washed the demon blood off his face in the bar’s restroom. Was any on his shirt? No, thankfully. He dried off his face then went outside and circled back until he was behind Gunn and Fred where he was supposed to be. Connor waited until he figured they’d believe he had lost patience. He joined them next to the dead demon in the alley.

”Sorry, kid. Someone got to him before we could ask about Angel,” Gunn said.

“Don’t worry, Connor. Angel won’t be lost forever,” Fred said. “We’ll find him.”

Connor grinned at his kill. “I know.”

Recollection - Xander – Post Chosen

His fingers trailed over the healed empty orbit where his once was. The skin around it was pale in the shape of a patch, while the rest of his face had been baked dark by the African sun. He really ought to get a glass eye. The patch was too easily noticed but he thought it gave him an air of mystery, a hint of danger.

Xander reached for his wake-up beer, not even seeing how much like his father he was becoming. All he could think on was what he had lost. Anya, even the name left him gutted.

And this last one is from a series of stories I've co-written. Head to a Box of Crayons if you're interested in seeing the full-length stories and enjoy.

New Beginnings - Angel Post NFA

Angel thought on all he had lost when it came to his son. He had missed him growing up thanks to Holtz and he had missed the last few years of Connor’s life thanks to his own stubborn. Now all he could do was watch his son with a big goofy grin on his face, reveling in how Mr. Mom the boy could be with his three-year-old daughter.

Sorcha on his hip, Connor turned on Angel, rattling a box at him. “Crayons go one drawer higher, Dad.”

Angel looked at the fresh artwork on his wall. “I think she has talent.”

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