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Holiday Season
After the whole Parent-Teacher thing, St Vigeous itself was kind of a letdown.
They had stakes, crossbows, axes, crosses, holy-water, and even something called The Blessed Sword Of Antiron (which wasn’t a sword).
They’d spread out along some normally vamp-heavy streets, ready for action.
And what did they get? Ten vamps.
Ten extremely drunk vamps, staggering along Main Street, singing loud songs about “Good Old Vig and His Minions Four”.
Buffy was pretty disappointed, really.
She came very close to suggesting that they should let them all go, and track them down later when they could get a ‘proper’ fight.
Someone I Met On My Summer Vacation
The question came out of nowhere.
About two weeks after they… did what they did, Buffy turned to her and asked, “Your mom – what colour was her hair?”
Tara frowned. “My mom?”
“Was her hair light-brown?”
“Um… yes?”
“And sort of wavey?”
Tara nodded.
“And… she likes horse-riding and cooking muffins, right?”
“Yeah. She did.”
Buffy considered it, and said “huh,” thoughtfully.
“How’d you know?”
No reply.
She waited a moment, and then asked again. “Buffy?”
“Hmm?”
“How did you know? About my mom.”
Buffy looked up absently, said “What? Oh, that. It’s… nothing,” and then lapsed into silence again.
The Next Morning
You got used to tactfully handling strange objects, as a caretaker.
In just the last five months, items Harry had disposed of included three authentic World-War-1 navy uniforms, a blood-stained carpet, and a lifesize inflatable Mercedes.
And especially in this school, unusual kinds of mess were pretty much the norm.
You repaired broken windows, you replaced burnt classroom furniture, you replastered over axe gouges in the walls, and you didn’t say a word.
This one, though, might be a little difficult to explain.
Actually, more than a little difficult.
Harry stood there for a few minutes, quietly taking in the situation.
Then he pulled out his notepad.
*Broken banister rails – have them fixed. Maybe reinforced steel would be better?
*Broken floorboards – also need to be fixed.
*Big hole in floor – have this filled in before fixing floorboards. (Could be expensive. If we blame it on earthquake last Tues, will insurance pay?)
*Smashed skylight – needs replacing. Blame this on earthquake, too. Or on gangs (PCP).
Harry nodded with satisfaction. That’d do.
And as for the skeleton, lying impaled in the middle of the room… he’d just leave that here.
With any luck, the librarian would get rid of it for him.
Here's two drabbles and a double-drabble, all written for
still_grrr.Holiday Season
After the whole Parent-Teacher thing, St Vigeous itself was kind of a letdown.
They had stakes, crossbows, axes, crosses, holy-water, and even something called The Blessed Sword Of Antiron (which wasn’t a sword).
They’d spread out along some normally vamp-heavy streets, ready for action.
And what did they get? Ten vamps.
Ten extremely drunk vamps, staggering along Main Street, singing loud songs about “Good Old Vig and His Minions Four”.
Buffy was pretty disappointed, really.
She came very close to suggesting that they should let them all go, and track them down later when they could get a ‘proper’ fight.
Someone I Met On My Summer Vacation
The question came out of nowhere.
About two weeks after they… did what they did, Buffy turned to her and asked, “Your mom – what colour was her hair?”
Tara frowned. “My mom?”
“Was her hair light-brown?”
“Um… yes?”
“And sort of wavey?”
Tara nodded.
“And… she likes horse-riding and cooking muffins, right?”
“Yeah. She did.”
Buffy considered it, and said “huh,” thoughtfully.
“How’d you know?”
No reply.
She waited a moment, and then asked again. “Buffy?”
“Hmm?”
“How did you know? About my mom.”
Buffy looked up absently, said “What? Oh, that. It’s… nothing,” and then lapsed into silence again.
The Next Morning
You got used to tactfully handling strange objects, as a caretaker.
In just the last five months, items Harry had disposed of included three authentic World-War-1 navy uniforms, a blood-stained carpet, and a lifesize inflatable Mercedes.
And especially in this school, unusual kinds of mess were pretty much the norm.
You repaired broken windows, you replaced burnt classroom furniture, you replastered over axe gouges in the walls, and you didn’t say a word.
This one, though, might be a little difficult to explain.
Actually, more than a little difficult.
Harry stood there for a few minutes, quietly taking in the situation.
Then he pulled out his notepad.
*Broken banister rails – have them fixed. Maybe reinforced steel would be better?
*Broken floorboards – also need to be fixed.
*Big hole in floor – have this filled in before fixing floorboards. (Could be expensive. If we blame it on earthquake last Tues, will insurance pay?)
*Smashed skylight – needs replacing. Blame this on earthquake, too. Or on gangs (PCP).
Harry nodded with satisfaction. That’d do.
And as for the skeleton, lying impaled in the middle of the room… he’d just leave that here.
With any luck, the librarian would get rid of it for him.
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1) The "Summer Vacation" in the title is referring to a particular summer between seasons of the show.
2) Tara's mother died when she was 15.
3) Tara's speaking in past tense.
4) Buffy's speaking in present tense.
5) "After they... did what they did..." refers to something Tara (and some other people) did that she'd really rather not think about too much.
Does that help?
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And having fun horse-riding and cooking muffins, apparently...
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Hee! Very Buffy.
And I could completely see Tara's mum running around up there, horseback riding and muffin-cooking. What a charming image. (Paired with an appropriately somber Buffy.)
N' the last line of number three was the best. I always wondered, when they walked out of there, how Giles was planning on explaining that..
Very nice!
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Especially since they kept leaving all the destroyed bits of library there while they went off somewhere else to recover from the battles...
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And I love that muffin-cooking and horseback-riding come up in heaven somehow. ^-^
Also, yay on you getting nommed! You definitely deserve it.
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