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tthdrabblestitle: The Key to Breathing
word count: 200
fandom: Terra Nova
challenge: #113 - secrets
disclaimer: The words are mine; the worlds are not.
notes: Post-series for B:tVS; Terra Nova pilot. (I just started a rewatch, and I thought: Buffy plus dinosaurs, how can this go wrong?) Probably the first of a short series.
summary: Buffy tried to remember the last time she'd taken a full, satisfying breath.
"Your bodies will not be accustomed to the oxygen rich atmosphere," the PA system overhead declared. "Please take short, even breaths."
Buffy pulled her arms tight around herself as the crowd jostled down the metal walkway toward the portal, trying to remember the last time she'd taken a full, satisfying breath. She'd never thought she'd ever actually look forward to crossing dimensions... but there was nothing for her in 2149, not with all the magic gone out of the world, and the only blood she had left had already gone with the first two pilgrimages.
Well... almost all of it. She was the last one alive who knew that the fracture marked the point in space where a certain little sister had spilled the last of hers a century before. It had taken time for the fault line to stabilize... but the Eternal Slayer found it kind of appropriate that Dawn's last act had been the foundation of a way for Earth's population to escape the consequences of the death of the supernatural.
She'd lived long enough to grieve the start of the decay. Buffy was rather glad neither of them would be around to see the end of it.
word count: 200
fandom: Terra Nova
challenge: #113 - secrets
disclaimer: The words are mine; the worlds are not.
notes: Post-series for B:tVS; Terra Nova pilot. (I just started a rewatch, and I thought: Buffy plus dinosaurs, how can this go wrong?) Probably the first of a short series.
summary: Buffy tried to remember the last time she'd taken a full, satisfying breath.
"Your bodies will not be accustomed to the oxygen rich atmosphere," the PA system overhead declared. "Please take short, even breaths."
Buffy pulled her arms tight around herself as the crowd jostled down the metal walkway toward the portal, trying to remember the last time she'd taken a full, satisfying breath. She'd never thought she'd ever actually look forward to crossing dimensions... but there was nothing for her in 2149, not with all the magic gone out of the world, and the only blood she had left had already gone with the first two pilgrimages.
Well... almost all of it. She was the last one alive who knew that the fracture marked the point in space where a certain little sister had spilled the last of hers a century before. It had taken time for the fault line to stabilize... but the Eternal Slayer found it kind of appropriate that Dawn's last act had been the foundation of a way for Earth's population to escape the consequences of the death of the supernatural.
She'd lived long enough to grieve the start of the decay. Buffy was rather glad neither of them would be around to see the end of it.
