Cross posted to slashthedrabble and my regular journal.
AtS – Season 2 – Dear Boy – Lorne/Angel - 300 words
In Search Of…
Angel apologizes to the crowd for his not-so-delightful rendition of Everybody Wang Chung Tonight and heads directly for Lorne. “Tell me about Darla,” he demands.
“Whoa! Give me a sec. You are sending out some family-sized vibes,” the green-skinned demon chortled. “My fillings are still humming.” He holds up his glass for the bartender to top off. The upcoming conversations doesn’t promise to herald moonlight and roses.
“I saw lots of things, Angel-pie. You are at a crucial junction, big guy.”
“What do you mean, no? You won’t tell me anything?” The vampire was just this side of begging; his desperation to find Darla is the driving force of his unlife.
“I tell you you’re headed into trouble with a capital troub. Let her go, bro. That way lies badness.” Don’t ask me for more, bucko. It’s not worth it.
“What do you care?” Angel is this close to begging. “You got murderous demons in here. You give them free advice, but you won't help me.”
“Hey, I set people on their paths, okay? And this is way off your path, sweetie. Go home.” Better yet, stay here… with me.
Leaning in closer, Angel pushes once more. “Tell me where Darla is.”
“I know you're not gonna start anything in here. You're a good boy,” Lorne sighs, getting up. “Have a drink before you go. It's on me.”
Lorne watches the vampire storm off in a snit, knowing he’ll continue to chase after Darla until it destroys him.
Oh, he tried. He really did. The Powers That Be will probably come down hard on his green ass for trying to manipulate their champion with his gift. If only Angel would look at him instead of chasing after Darla - he was trying to be subtle, see?
BtVS – Season 1 – Teacher’s Pet – Xander, Willow – Xander/Angel - 200 words
Behind Closed Doors
Xander’s tired of his masculinity being made fun of. Blayne is just the final straw to his fragile ego, or he’d never have thought to use his two best gal-pals that way. No sooner does he take his arm from Buffy’s shoulders does she drift away… heading towards another guy.
“Who’s that?” he asks Willow. Sweet Willow who would never abandon him to go chasing after some other guy.
“That must be Angel, I think.”
“That weird guy that warned her about all the vampires?”
“That’s him, I’ll bet you.” The redhead smiles, sensing a bit of the green-eyed monster in her friend.
“Well, he’s buff!” Xander whines. “She never said anything about him being buff!”
“You think he’s buff?” Willow’s eyebrows creep up towards her hairline.
“He’s a very attractive man! How come that never came up?”
Willow says nothing, feeling bad that Buffy doesn’t return Xander’s obvious feelings for her.
Gods, it’s just too much. The way he’s looking at the Buffster. The longing, the angst, the puppy dog eyes. If only he’d look at me. I could do adoring. Xander sighs, firmly closing the closet door in his mind. No way he’ll ever do anything about it.
BtVS – Season 4 – Family – Tara/Willow - 200 words
Happy Birthday, Baby
Willow leads her girl onto the dance floor and they begin to sway gently to the music. She rests her hands on Tara’s waist. Tara’s hands hold onto the red head’s shoulders.
“Good birthday, baby?”
“Mmm, best birthday.”
Willow sighs. “I still can’t believe you didn’t tell me about your family and all that.” Looking into Tara’s sweet face she can’t believe this girl wasn’t pampered from the day she was born.
“I was just afraid if you saw the kind of people I came from, you wouldn’t wanna be anywhere near me,” Tara admits.
“See… that’s where you’re a dummy. I think about… what you grew up with, and…” Willow paused, brushing a stray lock of hair behind Tara’s ear. “…then I look at what you are. It makes me proud. It makes me love you more.”
Tears form in Tara’s eyes. The tenderness she feels comes close to unmaking her. “Every time I – even when I’m at my worst… you always make me feel special.” At Willow’s tender smile, she asks: “How do you do that?”
The two young women hold onto each other, resting their heads on each other’s shoulders, continuing to sway to the music.