tthdrabbles | More Drabbles by RoseWill

I wanted to write the next challenge, but it's not up yet. So I wrote these two instead, because St Kilda trashed the Roos. There're bits of full story ideas what I have.

Under the Stars
Hogwarts belongs to J.K Rowling. The Buffyverse belongs to Jess Whedon.
Rating G.
Challenge: Love at first constellation.

Willow had found refuge on the roof. Her first week teaching at Hogwarts had been hectic, even with Giles’s help. The second had been the same; the eleventh had been hell. Probably not literally hell, but she could always ask.
The middle of week twenty found her on the roof of the north tower staring at the stars. She preferred to think of time in teaching weeks; it was easier than thinking of time in the days since Tara had died. She also counted arguments with Severus.
They were ways of marking the past; she couldn’t count the future anymore.
The quiet reprieve of the night was interrupted by footsteps in the tower-room and the muted screeching of someone climbing onto the roof. Willow refused to move and so found herself lying next to a short pale witch with an oddly appropriate name.
Stella grinned at her.
“What are you doing on my roof?” she asked gently.
“My girlfriend named all the constellations herself,” Willow told her instead. “She said the old ones didn’t make sense. That’s the pineapple.”
“The pumpkin,” Stella added pointing.
Willow smiled. And wondered how many more they could find before the night had to end.

Lost and Found.
The West Wing was created by Aaron Sorkin. The Buffyverse belongs to Joss Whendon.
Rating: G
Challenge: Love at first sight. (because it had to be done.)
Spoilers: Ends of season four and season seven. (25 and Chosen)

“I will, Toby,” C.J was shouting. “Today!”
Toby followed in C.J’s wake rather dazed by the whole day. In a way he could understand her determination. But he disagreed with the means she had chosen.
He almost ran into her as she stopped just outside his office. Her attention had been caught by the one television screen that wasn’t continuously showing Zoë’s baby photos. Instead their reporter was standing next to a yellow school bus and a middle aged man who looked more than a little worse for wear.
“We were trying to sure up the gas caves underneath the school. Several of our team died in the process, we’d like them to be remembered. Right now, we’d like to tend to the wounded.”
Toby’s mind began to overload. The twins, and then Zoë, and now, according to the screen caption, the town of Sunnydale in California had disappeared. The only good thing that he could think of was the C.J had stopped listening to the ticking of her biological clock.
C.J grabbed Toby’s arm in an unusually strong grip.
“That’s him!” she squealed, pointing at ‘Rupert Giles, Sunnydale survivor.’
“Who?”
C.J seemed lost in her own world. “He’s gorgeous.”