Challenge 71
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tthdrabblesSeries Title :: Something Real
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avamclean
avamcleanWord Count :: 200 (for the each section)
Disclaimer :: I do not own these characters and I am making no profit from the use of them.
Challenge :: #71 ‘a truth and a lie’
Characters :: Hank, Buffy
Fandom :: Stargate
Note :: This is a continuation of drabbles posted here. You might want to read those first.
Parenting Skills
Hank turned, holding the glass door open for Buffy as they entered Mountain Springs High and he watched his daughter fiddle with the white gauze that was very stark against her California sun tanned arms. The only top she had been able to get on was a white tube top and that according to Buffy at least matched her bandages.
Absently Buffy glanced around, catching sight of another teenager playing a Game Boy. His head was down, thumbs moving rapid fire as he brought a snearkered foot up to rest against the edge of his chair.
Hank spoke, drawing Buffy’s back to him. “I’m going to go talk with the principal.” His voice dropped to whisper, “Stay out here and try not to destroy any property while I’m gone.”
She nodded, “Sage advice.”
He put a hand to the small of her back and gave a gentle shove toward the seats. “Sit and behave.”
“Do I get a cookie?”
“Buffy.”
Her eyes widened when his voice dropped several octaves and she turned, offered him an innocent smile as she sat, “Yes?”
Hank leaned into her and whispered, “Stay away from the matches. At least until I can get you enrolled.”
Running is Good for the Soul
The numbing antiseptic the doctor had spread liberally on her forearms before bandaging them was beginning to fade and Buffy winced, gently lifting them from the chair’s arms. She must have made a pained sound because brown eyes had glanced up from his Game Boy and sent her a concerned look. Buffy offered him a small lift of her lips but the teenager switched off the Game Boy and stood.
His khakis dragged over the back of his sneakers as he moved toward Buffy and took the seat next to her. He caught her gaze, “Hey.”
Buffy’s brow pulled together. “Hi.”
“New?”
She nodded, “You?”
“Nope, signing up for next years courses.”
Her brows rose, “Signing up? You have to sign up at summertime to get courses?”
He shrugged and stated simply, “For advance ones you do.”
“Advanced? Should I be intimidated?”
Buffy met his gaze and noticed his eyes were a shade or two lighter than Angel’s and her stomach tightened with the thought of her ex-lover. The way his eyes had widened when she slammed the sword into his abdomen and damned him to hell.
Buffy stood and did the only thing she could think of—she bolted.
Reading Between the Lines
She ignored the burst of pain as she shoved the office door open, making her way down the hall several feet until the ache in her arms became overwhelming and Buffy leaned against the lockers.
She should have run. Run like she had after the disaster in Los Angeles when Lothos had forced Merrick to kill himself to protect her, then forced Buffy to burn down a building just to destroy him. She slid down the lockers and into a crouch, letting her arms hang at her sides as she tilted her head back.
A hand settled on her shoulder and she jerked, looking up at the other teenager’s neutral face. “I suppose I just placed myself on the social pariah list here now too.” Buffy winced at how tear-filled her voice sounded.
He snorted, “I doubt it, but if you did at least then I’d have some company.”
Buffy frowned, “Really?”
He laughed without humor. “Advanced courses, remember.”
She blinked, recalling Willow’s words and supplied them to brown-eyes, “But nerds are in now. They’re cool.”
He settled himself beside her. “Maybe wherever you’re from but I now have a whole new respect for Uncle Danny.”
“You’re uncle’s smart?”
“Brilliant.”
The Wrongness of First Impressions
They sat in comfortable silence, neither actually feeling the need to speak but Buffy shifted nervously, suddenly unsure of herself the more relaxed the other teenager became. She rolled her lips inward before hesitantly asking, “Do you tutor?”
He swiveled his head to look at her, “In what?”
She shrugged, “Anything. Everything. I kinda didn’t take my final exams. Pretty sure I’m going to have to make those up.”
“You didn’t take your finals?”
“Nope.”
“There a reason?”
“Yep.”
He frowned at her lack of answer, “Can I ask what that reason is?”
Buffy winced, “I got expelled.”
“Expelled?”
“Yep.” She nearly laughed at the way his voice pitched.
“You?”
Her head finally turned to meet his gaze, “What’s that suppose to mean?”
He flicked his brown eyes over her petite frame, “It means you don’t seem like the trouble starting type.”
“Haven’t you ever heard the whole looks can be deceiving thing?” His eyes narrowed and Buffy’s lips spread into a smile before stating, “I’m Buffy.”
“Buffy? And you’ve been expelled?” She barely stopped herself from correcting with ‘twice’ and simply nodded. He stared at her, silent a moment before laughing and shaking his head, “Alright, Buffy. I’m Jon.”
An Hourly Friend
The receptionist smiled at her as Buffy made her way past his desk and through the door into the psychologist’s office. She had been living with her father for nearly a month and things had been going great until he suggested—see ordered—she ‘talk’ with someone about her problems.
“Buffy Summers?” The cultured voice drew her attention away from inner musings to see a kind of hot older guy rising from his seat behind a much bigger desk than the receptionist’s.
“That’d be me.”
He smiled, baring shallow dimples to either side of his mouth outside of his Vandyke beard. “I’m Dr. Michael Walters.” He offered her his hand and she took it, returning his firm shake with only a little hesitation. “Why don’t we have a seat?”
She shrugged and settled herself on the very edge of the small sofa he motioned her towards. His lips quirked, “There’s no need to be uncomfortable. I’d much prefer we were friends.”
Her brow quirked, “Do your friends pay you hourly too?”
He laughed and Buffy found herself smiling even though she’d rather hate him. It was the accent, the accent reminded her of Giles and that wasn’t a terrible thing.
The End…and this time I mean it.
Note :: The muse wanted more and I couldn’t ignore her.
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Date: 2008-02-01 02:26 am (UTC)Liking the storyline. Of course she'd end up in school with Mini!Jack. This should be fun...
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Date: 2008-02-01 03:20 am (UTC)As for mini!Jack he's just too interesting of a character to leave him on the sidelines like canon did.