Moving Drabbles

[cornerofmadness]

This was hard. I'm in the middle of my first cross country moves I'm expecting this year. Don't even want to think about it.

 

Giles Pre- show   Moving Jitters
 
He had never really imagined such a big move. Giles had been in the States on vacation before but had never pictured himself living there. Southern California? Would it be as barmy as he had heard it was? Would he fit in? With a Hellmouth there, did it matter?
 
He put aside his nervous jitters and tried to imagine his Slayer. Giles hadn’t expected to be assigned the active Slayer, not with his checkered past. He had in mind a pretty, studious well-mannered young lady. They would become a formidable team, he had no doubts. This would be the adventure of a lifetime.
 

Joyce – S 4  Years Pass By
 
Her little girl was moving on. Joyce sat down on Buffy’s bed looking at all the little things that were missing. It could be worse. Buffy was just across town at the Sunnydale campus. She could have just as easily went to college across the country. Still, it was just too soon. Joyce wasn’t ready for this. Surely it was just yesterday she was doing Buffy’s hair up in pigtails with yarn ties and walking her to her first day of kindergarten. How had her baby grown up so fast? She looked around. The most important thing missing was Buffy.
 

Connor – S 3 – Forced Move
 
Steven hated having to move on again. The hut they had commandeered had been secluded and safe. For once he was warm and dry. He and Father had straw beds and cozy fur blankets. And now it was gone, over run by Yaun demons.
 
Quor-toth only seemed to have three seasons, torrential rains, blazing heat, blinding cold. At least it wasn’t cold, he thought miserably as he and Father trudged through the mud, which sucked nosily at their boots. His rain-soaked leathers raised blisters all over his body. Maybe they’d find a nice cave to call home

 

Angel – S3/S4  Underwater Musings
 
His son’s moves…how had he been so blind? In his arrogance, in his desperation to be a part of his son’s life, he had tried to teach Connor to fight. What a fool he had been? Of course Connor could already fight. He had seen it with his own eyes in those first moments the leather-clad boy stood before him. He never even wondered why Connor had agreed to it. Connor had studied all of his moves, formulated countermoves and now he was under the ocean. This was his grave, built from hate and blindness, too late to repent.
 

As always x-posted to open_on_sunday

Comments

[bashipforever.livejournal.com]

Nice job with these. I loved the little details like the yarn ties in Buffy's hair and I laughed out loud at Giles' "idea" of his slayer. Poor Connor with the moving and ach poor Angel with the not realizing.

[cornerofmadness.livejournal.com]

thanks. I remembered all of a sudden mom putting MY hair up with those and yeah poor deluded Giles.

[makd.livejournal.com]

nice!

[cornerofmadness.livejournal.com]

thank you

[cornerofmadness.livejournal.com]

Thanks. Yeah, Connor did to Angel what Spike did to Buffy, watched the moves then attacked.

[lejlkwiet.livejournal.com]

Nice drabbles, expecially the Giles and Joyce ones! :)

[cornerofmadness.livejournal.com]

thanks. I think those are my favorite two of the set