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jedibuttercup, that this is a favorite pairing for you. I tried to do it justice.
title: Daylight Dancer
word count: 200
fandom: BtVS/Stargate
challenge:#67" Song Title
disclaimer:I own neither Buffy the Vampire Slayer nor Stargate: SG-1.
notes:The song is "Daylight Dancer" by Lacuna Coil
summary: It is the same expression you see when you look in the mirror...
You can see that she's tired. Not physically, perhaps. She doesn't seem to sleep, yet she always seems ready to go, ready to join in where she's needed.
Under that veneer of vitality, though, you notice the sagging shoulders when she thinks no one is watching, you see her expression slip into one you are more accustomed to seeing on men and women like Jack, who've seen and done too much, yet they move forward.
It is the same expression you see when you look in the mirror on a bad day, on the days you remember Sha're and Janet. On the people you've lost, your failures.
After a time, she opens up. She sees her life as one of shadows. She tells you of the desolation, the grief.
She tells you, too, of her joys.
Later, you seek her out while on base. There is more to her than the darkness she sees, more than the death. You want to give her another way, to be her bridge into a different outlook on life. She will always be the Slayer, she tells you. You nod.
It doesn't mean she can't dance in the daylight.
You're determined to help her see that, to believe it.
title: Swamped
word count: 200
fandom: BtVS/Stargate
challenge:#67: Song Title
disclaimer:I own neither Buffy the Vampire Slayer nor Stargate: SG-1.
notes:The song is "Swamped" by Lacuna Coil
summary: Being the Slayer, your destiny, hasn't replaced your life.
You pause, putting on your make up. Stare at your reflection in the mirror. Fifteen years ago, when Merrick found you, you'd been assured a short, brutal life.
It's been fifteen years.
It has, at times, been incredibly brutal. At times, it has been breathtakingly beautiful.
Your past is scary shadows and heartbreak. Yet here you are, newly minted thirty-something, an age that seemed so old not terribly long ago.
Being the Slayer, your destiny, hasn't replaced your life.
"Buffy," Daniel says from the doorway behind you.
You look up, and meet his eyes in the mirror. There was a time when you couldn't see past Angel, past the darkness in your life, nightly patrols in cemeteries, or the rush of a fight. You were stagnating in it. You'd held onto that well into your twenties, but now...
The skin around Daniel's eyes crinkle slightly as watches you think. The urge to trace his developing crow's feet with the pads of your fingers is overwhelming.
You can grow old with this man. When you look into the future, you see him, but it isn't all-consuming. It's a future of promise, of sunlight, and of the steady, calming, freeing love you thought only happened to other people.
jedibuttercup, that this is a favorite pairing for you. I tried to do it justice.title: Daylight Dancer
word count: 200
fandom: BtVS/Stargate
challenge:#67" Song Title
disclaimer:I own neither Buffy the Vampire Slayer nor Stargate: SG-1.
notes:The song is "Daylight Dancer" by Lacuna Coil
summary: It is the same expression you see when you look in the mirror...
You can see that she's tired. Not physically, perhaps. She doesn't seem to sleep, yet she always seems ready to go, ready to join in where she's needed.
Under that veneer of vitality, though, you notice the sagging shoulders when she thinks no one is watching, you see her expression slip into one you are more accustomed to seeing on men and women like Jack, who've seen and done too much, yet they move forward.
It is the same expression you see when you look in the mirror on a bad day, on the days you remember Sha're and Janet. On the people you've lost, your failures.
After a time, she opens up. She sees her life as one of shadows. She tells you of the desolation, the grief.
She tells you, too, of her joys.
Later, you seek her out while on base. There is more to her than the darkness she sees, more than the death. You want to give her another way, to be her bridge into a different outlook on life. She will always be the Slayer, she tells you. You nod.
It doesn't mean she can't dance in the daylight.
You're determined to help her see that, to believe it.
title: Swamped
word count: 200
fandom: BtVS/Stargate
challenge:#67: Song Title
disclaimer:I own neither Buffy the Vampire Slayer nor Stargate: SG-1.
notes:The song is "Swamped" by Lacuna Coil
summary: Being the Slayer, your destiny, hasn't replaced your life.
You pause, putting on your make up. Stare at your reflection in the mirror. Fifteen years ago, when Merrick found you, you'd been assured a short, brutal life.
It's been fifteen years.
It has, at times, been incredibly brutal. At times, it has been breathtakingly beautiful.
Your past is scary shadows and heartbreak. Yet here you are, newly minted thirty-something, an age that seemed so old not terribly long ago.
Being the Slayer, your destiny, hasn't replaced your life.
"Buffy," Daniel says from the doorway behind you.
You look up, and meet his eyes in the mirror. There was a time when you couldn't see past Angel, past the darkness in your life, nightly patrols in cemeteries, or the rush of a fight. You were stagnating in it. You'd held onto that well into your twenties, but now...
The skin around Daniel's eyes crinkle slightly as watches you think. The urge to trace his developing crow's feet with the pads of your fingers is overwhelming.
You can grow old with this man. When you look into the future, you see him, but it isn't all-consuming. It's a future of promise, of sunlight, and of the steady, calming, freeing love you thought only happened to other people.
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Date: 2010-03-13 11:04 pm (UTC)The next-to-last sentence of the first one, Daniel's determination; I loved that. And the tactile image in the next-to-last paragraph of the second, her conclusion following: gorgeous.
Thank you!
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Date: 2010-03-14 04:31 am (UTC)