Prompt 116: Home Sweet Home

[faithburke.livejournal.com]

Title: 221B Baker Street

Author: paburke

Cross: BBC Sherlock

Prompt 116: Home Sweet Home

Word Count: 200

Oz woke warm, safe on the makeshift pallet outside the bathroom.  The noises emanating from the front room indicated that the cops wanted Sherlock solve the case (namely Oz beaten to a pulp) now.

Pity.  Oz enjoyed keeping his mouth shut as Sherlock tried to goad him into a reaction, like Cordy had.  Oz entered the room and sat beside John on the couch.  As usual, John eyed his injuries and offered him tea.  When Donavan got nasty, Oz decided to lift John’s phone and text: need shoes, papers and official. –Oz.

The response came in the form of Buffy, wearing a suit and carrying a duffle.  She pulled rank on the cops and tossed Oz the duffle.

“You overpacked,” he said.

“You underpacked,” she remarked.  “You look like hell.”

Oz shrugged.  “You busy?”

“You got me outta a boring meeting.”  Oz added the smirk she sent Sherlock’s way to the faintest scent on her clothing: the meeting had been with Sherlock’s relative.

Sherlock looked fascinated.  John looked worried.  “He has stitches and refused to go to the hospital.”

“I bet,” Buffy muttered.

“He can return here.”

Oz nodded but he wouldn’t.  It was a home, but not his home.

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Title: 1967 Chevy Drive

Author: paburke

Cross: Supernatural

Prompt 116: Home Sweet Home

Word Count: 100

The leather smelled of sweat, blood and gunpowder.  It had long ago been broken in by someone bigger than her.  The radio refused to play anything but ‘classic rock’ and eco-friendly it was not.  The car guzzled fuel like an alcoholic and gas his favorite liquor.  Dawn always had to fight with the driver’s seat to scoot it up when it was her turn to drive.

But in the middle of the night, on some two-lane highway in the middle of nowhere, Dawn would slide next to Sam and he would wrap his arm around her and she was home.

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Title: Somewhere in the Black

Author: paburke

Cross: Firefly

Prompt 116: Home Sweet Home

Word Count: 200

Faith had been cursing her luck when motley crew made their way to the post office.  When the Powers had made it painfully clear that a Slayer was needed to (wo)man this particular post, Buffy and Faith had flipped a coin for the job. 

Faith had lost.

With the exception of the previous post master’s fiery death, a Slayer was not needed.

Then Faith laid eyes on the Seer/Slayer failed experiment that had run away from Wolfram and Hart.

The Seer/Slayer blinked at Faith.  “You’re like me.”

Faith huffed out a laugh.  “In more ways than you can imagine, mei-mei.”

“Are you crazy too?” the merc asked.

Faith grinned.  “People used to say ‘going postal’ instead of crazy.”

“I ain’t never heard of that.”

“It’s from the Earth-That-Was,” mei-mei explained.  “You’re coming with us.”

“I am?”

“Yes.  Don’t worry, Serenity likes strays.”

Later, after all the yelling was done and Faith had quit her job and gathered her things, she stood in the bay and smelled filth, sweat, blood, death, life, sex, and home.  For some reason the ship smelled like Sunnydale: all of its good and bad parts.

Maybe, just maybe, Faith had won that coin toss after all.

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Comments

[jedibuttercup]

Ooo; I really liked the last one. Wouldn't mind seeing more of Faith in the Firefly 'verse.

[revdorothyl.livejournal.com]

Faith at home on Serenity just . . . seems so RIGHT, somehow! Nice job.

[avamclean.livejournal.com]

The Supernatural drabble felt bittersweet as if Dawn was filling the hole Dean left when he went to hell, but the Firefly one was refreshing. It's always nice to see Faith find her place in the world, regardless of how long it takes.

[tvashti.livejournal.com]

The Sherlock cross was grin worthy. Oz makes everything stranger and cooler.

I also dig the Firefly cross, but I got a little lost when Jayne joined the dialogue. Somehow I read right over "merc" and was trying to figure out when Faith and River had switched speaking places. Anywho...

Great stuff as usual!