Family Gatherings Abound
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tthdrabblesWord count all 100. 1 slash, 3 het.
Title: First Impressions
Author: Houses
Xover: BtVS/CSI
Pairing: Giles/Gil Grissom
Category: TtH Drabbles, Family Gatherings
When they finally arrived in Cleveland for Thanksgiving, Rupert panicked. Crashing insecurities kept him chained to his car seat and he tried to remember how to breathe.
They were his family, his heart said; they would understand. But Buffy would never look at him the same and he felt the loss.
“Are you ready, Gil?” His voice shook.
“Rupert, we’ll be fine.”
The scientist’s face was imperturbable, a tiny smile dancing at the corners of his lips- the wry smile that drew them together to begin with. The watcher looked at his lover and exhaled.
“Let’s go meet the family.”
~~~~ ~~~ ~~~
Title: Evening’s Entertainment
Author: Houses
Xover: AtS/Smallville
Pairing: Connor/Chloe
Category: TtH Drabbles, Family Gatherings
“So, this is what you do for fun?”
“Yup.”
“Every family gathering?”
“Yup.”
Connor watched his girlfriend poke at the demon corpse with her toe, frowning at the steaming pile of entrails. He flinched when she grimaced at the greenish stain spreading on her pants leg.
“That’s interesting.”
She crouched lower, titling her blonde head to one side, fingers obviously itching for a pen and paper. Her face was blank and he couldn’t tell what she was thinking until she launched herself into his arms.
“I knew it! This is so cool.”
And that was why he loved Chloe Sullivan.
~~~ ~~~ ~~~
Title: Pass the Yams
Author: Houses
Xover: BtVS/Smallville
Pairing: Faith/Clark Kent
Category: TtH Drabbles, Family Gatherings
Faith wasn’t big on family gatherings. Mostly because hers sucked major donkey balls in a truly biblical way. Early childhood holidays had consisted of loud voices liberally sauced with bourbon and vodka chasers. When she got older, they involved avoidance and clever footwork.
So she was totally unprepared for what she found when she went home with Clark Kent for Thanksgiving. Cornfields and cows aside, there were pies. And turkeys. And stuffing. And more pies. But no bourbon with vodka chasers.
When Martha passed the candied yams with marshmallows on top, Faith reconsidered family holidays and decided she’d found heaven.
~~~ ~~~ ~~~
Title: Gingerbread
Author: Houses
Xover: AtS/Highlander
Pairing: Illyria/Wesley
Category: TtH Drabbles, Family Gatherings
Scenario: A loose continuation of Encore Une Fois, spoilers for that story.
Occasionally, when Illyria wasn’t careful, thoughts and memories from the shell came streaking back and thundered through blue-flashed synapses. They occurred at inopportune times, such as ripping skulls from filth that got in her way, or lying in bed at night, limbs arranged carefully around Wesley’s body.
One such time, watching Wesley vanquish another challenger with a swift slice of his sword blade, she remembered a warm Christmas, transplanted mesquite decorated with red ribbons and silver stars. There were lights on the bare branches and a smell in the air she couldn’t name, but felt like spice on her tongue.
Title: First Impressions
Author: Houses
Xover: BtVS/CSI
Pairing: Giles/Gil Grissom
Category: TtH Drabbles, Family Gatherings
When they finally arrived in Cleveland for Thanksgiving, Rupert panicked. Crashing insecurities kept him chained to his car seat and he tried to remember how to breathe.
They were his family, his heart said; they would understand. But Buffy would never look at him the same and he felt the loss.
“Are you ready, Gil?” His voice shook.
“Rupert, we’ll be fine.”
The scientist’s face was imperturbable, a tiny smile dancing at the corners of his lips- the wry smile that drew them together to begin with. The watcher looked at his lover and exhaled.
“Let’s go meet the family.”
~~~~ ~~~ ~~~
Title: Evening’s Entertainment
Author: Houses
Xover: AtS/Smallville
Pairing: Connor/Chloe
Category: TtH Drabbles, Family Gatherings
“So, this is what you do for fun?”
“Yup.”
“Every family gathering?”
“Yup.”
Connor watched his girlfriend poke at the demon corpse with her toe, frowning at the steaming pile of entrails. He flinched when she grimaced at the greenish stain spreading on her pants leg.
“That’s interesting.”
She crouched lower, titling her blonde head to one side, fingers obviously itching for a pen and paper. Her face was blank and he couldn’t tell what she was thinking until she launched herself into his arms.
“I knew it! This is so cool.”
And that was why he loved Chloe Sullivan.
~~~ ~~~ ~~~
Title: Pass the Yams
Author: Houses
Xover: BtVS/Smallville
Pairing: Faith/Clark Kent
Category: TtH Drabbles, Family Gatherings
Faith wasn’t big on family gatherings. Mostly because hers sucked major donkey balls in a truly biblical way. Early childhood holidays had consisted of loud voices liberally sauced with bourbon and vodka chasers. When she got older, they involved avoidance and clever footwork.
So she was totally unprepared for what she found when she went home with Clark Kent for Thanksgiving. Cornfields and cows aside, there were pies. And turkeys. And stuffing. And more pies. But no bourbon with vodka chasers.
When Martha passed the candied yams with marshmallows on top, Faith reconsidered family holidays and decided she’d found heaven.
~~~ ~~~ ~~~
Title: Gingerbread
Author: Houses
Xover: AtS/Highlander
Pairing: Illyria/Wesley
Category: TtH Drabbles, Family Gatherings
Scenario: A loose continuation of Encore Une Fois, spoilers for that story.
Occasionally, when Illyria wasn’t careful, thoughts and memories from the shell came streaking back and thundered through blue-flashed synapses. They occurred at inopportune times, such as ripping skulls from filth that got in her way, or lying in bed at night, limbs arranged carefully around Wesley’s body.
One such time, watching Wesley vanquish another challenger with a swift slice of his sword blade, she remembered a warm Christmas, transplanted mesquite decorated with red ribbons and silver stars. There were lights on the bare branches and a smell in the air she couldn’t name, but felt like spice on her tongue.
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