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tthdrabblestitle: Slayer, Comma, The
word count: 300
fandom: Falling Skies
challenge: #111 - three truths
disclaimer: The words are mine; the worlds are not.
notes: Season 1 for Falling Skies; post-Season 8 for Buffy (SPOILERS). Fits into an angsty gap in the Voices Like Thunder series.
summary: She was good, really good, at just one thing.
Buffy had learned several new things about herself since the world ended.
...Well, maybe not so much new, or learned, as stopped pretending they weren't true.
First: she wasn't really, deep down, so much with the wishing she was normal. She hadn't been normal since she was fifteen; she wouldn't know how to cope if she was no longer a Slayer. What she didn't want was to be The Slayer, the One Responsible Girl in All the World.
She'd thought she'd come to terms with that after Sunnydale, what with being Slayer General and all. But, see: vault thefts, Twilight, the end of magic. Slayer, Comma, The; the buck stops here.
Second: every romantic relationship since Angel had flourished mostly when her partner made her feel stronger. Selfish, but true. Each one crashed and burned after her vulnerable side was exposed. Her desires and fears ultimately centered on that feeling of empowerment... which had little to do with her partner's gender.
And now it was Kennedy shoring her up inside. Buffy doubted things would end any better with her than they had with Satsu, if she reached out. But there was no benefit in pretending that failure'd had anything to do with Satsu being female, now that survival was more important than labels.
The First Slayer had told Buffy that love was pain; that she forged strength from that pain; and that it led to her gift. And that led to the third thing: what she really excelled at, then as now.
Death.
Forget waitressing and counseling and trying to be three dimensional. Buffy was good, really good, at just one thing: the one thing that might save them. She was a killer.
And she was going to keep killing, so long any Skitters were left to pose a threat.
word count: 300
fandom: Falling Skies
challenge: #111 - three truths
disclaimer: The words are mine; the worlds are not.
notes: Season 1 for Falling Skies; post-Season 8 for Buffy (SPOILERS). Fits into an angsty gap in the Voices Like Thunder series.
summary: She was good, really good, at just one thing.
Buffy had learned several new things about herself since the world ended.
...Well, maybe not so much new, or learned, as stopped pretending they weren't true.
First: she wasn't really, deep down, so much with the wishing she was normal. She hadn't been normal since she was fifteen; she wouldn't know how to cope if she was no longer a Slayer. What she didn't want was to be The Slayer, the One Responsible Girl in All the World.
She'd thought she'd come to terms with that after Sunnydale, what with being Slayer General and all. But, see: vault thefts, Twilight, the end of magic. Slayer, Comma, The; the buck stops here.
Second: every romantic relationship since Angel had flourished mostly when her partner made her feel stronger. Selfish, but true. Each one crashed and burned after her vulnerable side was exposed. Her desires and fears ultimately centered on that feeling of empowerment... which had little to do with her partner's gender.
And now it was Kennedy shoring her up inside. Buffy doubted things would end any better with her than they had with Satsu, if she reached out. But there was no benefit in pretending that failure'd had anything to do with Satsu being female, now that survival was more important than labels.
The First Slayer had told Buffy that love was pain; that she forged strength from that pain; and that it led to her gift. And that led to the third thing: what she really excelled at, then as now.
Death.
Forget waitressing and counseling and trying to be three dimensional. Buffy was good, really good, at just one thing: the one thing that might save them. She was a killer.
And she was going to keep killing, so long any Skitters were left to pose a threat.
