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anythingdrabbleTitle: Ties to the World
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Characters/Pairing: Spike, Dawn
Rating: T
Warnings: talk of loss and grief
Word count: 300 (Google Docs)
Spoilers/Setting: Set between S5 and S6, not long after ep. 5x22 “The Gift”
Summary: Spike encourages Dawn to eat after the loss of her sister.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made. All rights belong to the respective owners.
Challenge: #308 - Drill
Crossposted: My journal,emotion100, 100words
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Spike was seated in the kitchen with Dawn, reading the newspaper, and saw her stir the fork idly in her plate.
“Don’t play with your food. Eat,” he said.
“I’m not hungry.”
“I don’t care. Pick up a forkful, put it in your mouth, chew, swallow, repeat. Take it as an exercise for your facial muscles.”
“You don’t have to stay. I can tell you’re eager to go.”
“I’m not,” he said dryly.
“It’s okay, Spike, I know the drill. Everybody leaves me. My father, mom, Buffy. It’s only a matter of time before you do that too,” she said.
“Listen carefully,” he said, dropping the newspaper. “I’m not that wanker of your father and I died over a century ago. So like it or not, I’m here to stay. Dig in; you’re not leaving this kitchen until you’ve emptied your plate.”
“You can’t make me!” she shrieked, slamming her fist on the table.
“No,” he said calmly. “But I can remind you that your sister gave her life so you could live. The least you can do to honor her sacrifice is take care of yourself. Starving to death won’t bring her back, and I won’t let you. Eat.”
“I should’ve pulled her back and jumped in her place. Everybody wishes it’d been me, anyway,” she said, sniffling through her tears.
“I don’t.”
“You love her. Of course you do.”
“Yeah? So I could watch her be devastated over the loss of her sister? I’d never want that,” he said through gritted teeth. “I promised her I’d keep you safe and failed. It’s my fault she had to jump, not yours.”
“I—I don’t think it’s your fault.”
“What does it matter? She’s gone.”
“But you’re staying?” she asked pleadingly.
“You’ll have to dust me to get rid of me.”
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Characters/Pairing: Spike, Dawn
Rating: T
Warnings: talk of loss and grief
Word count: 300 (Google Docs)
Spoilers/Setting: Set between S5 and S6, not long after ep. 5x22 “The Gift”
Summary: Spike encourages Dawn to eat after the loss of her sister.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made. All rights belong to the respective owners.
Challenge: #308 - Drill
Crossposted: My journal,
emotion100, 100words—
Spike was seated in the kitchen with Dawn, reading the newspaper, and saw her stir the fork idly in her plate.
“Don’t play with your food. Eat,” he said.
“I’m not hungry.”
“I don’t care. Pick up a forkful, put it in your mouth, chew, swallow, repeat. Take it as an exercise for your facial muscles.”
“You don’t have to stay. I can tell you’re eager to go.”
“I’m not,” he said dryly.
“It’s okay, Spike, I know the drill. Everybody leaves me. My father, mom, Buffy. It’s only a matter of time before you do that too,” she said.
“Listen carefully,” he said, dropping the newspaper. “I’m not that wanker of your father and I died over a century ago. So like it or not, I’m here to stay. Dig in; you’re not leaving this kitchen until you’ve emptied your plate.”
“You can’t make me!” she shrieked, slamming her fist on the table.
“No,” he said calmly. “But I can remind you that your sister gave her life so you could live. The least you can do to honor her sacrifice is take care of yourself. Starving to death won’t bring her back, and I won’t let you. Eat.”
“I should’ve pulled her back and jumped in her place. Everybody wishes it’d been me, anyway,” she said, sniffling through her tears.
“I don’t.”
“You love her. Of course you do.”
“Yeah? So I could watch her be devastated over the loss of her sister? I’d never want that,” he said through gritted teeth. “I promised her I’d keep you safe and failed. It’s my fault she had to jump, not yours.”
“I—I don’t think it’s your fault.”
“What does it matter? She’s gone.”
“But you’re staying?” she asked pleadingly.
“You’ll have to dust me to get rid of me.”
