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[cornerofmadness]

Remember this meme? Leave a comment with a drabble request, pairing or character-based. Give me a title and one line of dialogue to be written in a 100-500 word drabble. After you comment, put this meme in your own journal. I forgot about three of the four requests I got. WHOOPS. So, here we go, the remaining three drabbles for aaronlisa, leni_ba, and esmerelda_t

The Long Hard Road To Redemption
By D. M. Evans
Disclaimer - not mine. They’re Mr. Whedon’s.
Written for that LJ meme - challenge me to a drabble and vice versa., this one is for Aaronlisa.
Requirements:
Pairing: Wes/Faith
Title: The Long Hard Road To Redemption
Idea: It's Wes (and not Angel) who really helps Faith redeem after 5X5.
Dialogue: "Why did you even want to help me after I tortured you
She’s can’t look at him through the visitors’ glass. She almost didn’t come when the guards told her that there was someone to see her. Faith stares at the desk, not picking up the phone, reading the obscenities carved in the wood.
A tap on the glass makes her head jerk up. Unwillingly, Faith meets Wes’ eyes. Both are still blackened but no longer swollen. Thick scabs inch like caterpillars across his pale face but he seemed calm to her, almost serene.
Faith snatched up the phone. "Why did you even want to help me after I tortured you?" Her voice was tight with anguish and confusion. She was undeserving of the care he was taking with her.
Wes smiled, the scab on his lip cracking and bleeding. "Because you needed help and I failed you in Sunnydale. I wasn’t going to fail you again."
"I nearly killed you."
"I’m well aware of that, Faith." Wes sighed. "I wish I could have saved you, Faith, before it led to this."
"I put myself here, Wes." Faith pressed a hand to glass. "I think this will be...you did save me."
She saw Wes didn’t believe he had redeemed her but she did.

China Girl
By D. M. Evans
Disclaimer - not mine. They’re Mr. Whedon’s.
Written for that LJ meme - challenge me to a drabble and vice versa., this one is for Leni.
Requirements: Drusilla, 'China Girl', "just think about it".
She’s all gone, torn to bits. Dead eyes stare at me all night, blaming me.
"My poor little poppet, how did this happen to you? Why did the stars not warn me?"
I moaned, holding the bits of Katie to my cheek. Daddy had given me my little baby. Now she’s nothing but rags and stuffing.
"I didn’t know that mean little barkus would hurt you." I wept piteously. My tears darkened Katie’s little face. The puppy I had taken from my dinner gentle-lady had chewed sweet Katie up. I mourned my loss and my Spike guzzled up the puppy, tossing its little body out in the streets. I cried even harder because I loved the barkus, too. My poor Spike didn’t understand my pain and he went away. It made me wail even louder.
"Dru, dear heart, I have something for you."
I looked up to see my lovely boy had returned. Spike cradled something in his arms. He sat with Katie and me on the bed. He had the most beautiful little girl in his gentle embrace. Her face was cool porcelain and eyes like the blue sky I remembered, the one I saw in my dreams. Her little blonde curls glistened like fresh cut lemons like the ones Mummy used to like with her tea. Oh the lemonade me and my sisters used to make. My new little girl would love lemonade and tea. She spoke to me telling me how she was mine and that we would be together forever.
"I know you loved Katie," Spike said. "But here’s a new dolly for you, my plum. I’m sure you’ll like her. Just think about it." Spike set her in my arms.
I kissed him. "She’s ours, Spike, our baby. Kiss Miss Edith, my boy. Tell her how much you love her. She loves you."
Spike made that little face of his when he’s annoyed with me. It’s such a sweet, dark face. He kissed the doll’s forehead and when he thought I didn’t see, he picked up the pieces of Katie. I would miss her but Miss Edith was whispering to me how things were going to be so much better now that Spike and I had her. I knew she was right. I had a baby again, my lovely little China girl.

A Night on the Town
By D. M. Evans
Disclaimer - not mine. They’re Mr. Whedon’s.
Written for that LJ meme - challenge me to a drabble and vice versa., this one is for Esmerelda.
Requirements: Angel/Connor father son thing with the line "Which one of you wanted to lick me?" (Copyright of Ginger Pig), you could call it "A Night on the Town".

"Aren’t you a little old for a college bar?"
Angel turned and saw his son behind him, drinking out of a beer mug big enough to drown in. Angel frowned. "Shouldn’t you be studying?"
"Shouldn’t you be anywhere but bugging the shit out of me, Dad?" Connor grinned. "Surely all the baddies didn’t stop when you beat Black Thorn’s army."
"Harry said a band of Baobhan Sith she’s been tracking were heading to this bar looking for boys to dance to death," Angel said, glancing around the crowded bar.
"Well, it’s a frat hang out. What the heck’s a Baobhan Sith?"
"The White Women of the Scottish Highlands," Angel replaced. "Wraith-like women who entice men to dance and they drink their blood."
"Great, a new vampire," Connor sighed as a flock of lovely ladies in white sashayed into the bar. All eyes turned to them. Connor made a happy grunt.
Angel read the expression on his child’s face and chucked Connor’s shoulder hard. "Fairies actually."
Connor shook his hand, splashing droplets of beer everywhere. "You made me spill my beer."
"At least you’re Irish enough to know that’s criminal." Angel smirked. "Ready?"
The women moved before the father-son team could. They seemed to be everywhere, ghosting their way through the crowd cutting the men from the herd. Their voices were somehow soft, seductive whispers yet heard clearly over the music. Those fey tones fogged everyone’s brains. The young men started to dance.
Connor looked around. "Which one of you wanted to lick me?" He held out his hand to the buxom red-head floating before him. Her fangs flashed at his neck as Angel yanked his son away.
"Ignore them, Connor. If you listen, they have you in their thrall. Stakes don’t work. You need salt or cold iron." Angel took out a long knife from his duster and thrust it into his son’s hand.
"Why can’t I ever find a non-demon girl who wants to lick me?" Connor moaned, vaulting to the bar. He grabbed up two containers of margarita salt, tossing one to Angel.
"You’re a frat boy and you can’t manage that? I’m so disappointed." Angel’s smirk deepened.
Connor gave him the finger. Both leapt into the fray with salt and iron. They were just as glad that the Baobhan Sith weren’t very much on fighting, most more interested in trying to feed to even protect themselves. Still, Connor had a bloody wound on his neck after he paused to listen to a promise of oral pleasures.
Angel wiped the blood off Connor’s neck. "Can your old man buy a round of beers for you?"
Connor snorted. "Yeah...just let’s find another bar, you know, the one where no one knows me and won’t wonder at the company I keep."
This time it was Angel giving the finger good-naturedly. They headed out into the night looking for a good dive bar to unwind in.

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Thanks. Yeah you can tell who I'm better writing...the Angel/Connor one seems to be a real pleaser. Who knows, we may see more of this (eventually THIS is the relationship they'll have in the Fireworks series)