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anythingdrabbleTitle: Uncertainty
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Characters/Pairing: Spuffy
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: none
Word count: 100 (Google Docs)
Notes: Set in S7, during ep. 7x22 “Chosen,” scene where Buffy and Spike are sleeping in the basement.
Summary: Buffy cannot fall asleep
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made. All rights belong to the respective owners.
Challenge: #326 - Race
Crossposted:100words, emotion100, My journal, Sunnydale After Dark
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[square #6: Dream]
—
Buffy let out a resigned sigh.
Sleep was stubbornly eluding her and if by chance she happened to doze off, her rest was haunted by dreams where she was running aimlessly toward the unknown. Was it their victory or a crushing defeat that awaited her? She wouldn’t know, because she always tripped and fell to the ground, exhausted, before hitting the target. They were in a race against time in their unbalanced war against The First, but so far every effort had seemed vain.
Absently, she caressed Spike’s arm where it lay across her waist. What would their future hold?
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Characters/Pairing: Spuffy
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: none
Word count: 100 (Google Docs)
Notes: Set in S7, during ep. 7x22 “Chosen,” scene where Buffy and Spike are sleeping in the basement.
Summary: Buffy cannot fall asleep
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made. All rights belong to the respective owners.
Challenge: #326 - Race
Crossposted:
100words, emotion100, My journal, Sunnydale After DarkAlso for: Sweetheart Bingo by
[square #6: Dream]
—
Buffy let out a resigned sigh.
Sleep was stubbornly eluding her and if by chance she happened to doze off, her rest was haunted by dreams where she was running aimlessly toward the unknown. Was it their victory or a crushing defeat that awaited her? She wouldn’t know, because she always tripped and fell to the ground, exhausted, before hitting the target. They were in a race against time in their unbalanced war against The First, but so far every effort had seemed vain.
Absently, she caressed Spike’s arm where it lay across her waist. What would their future hold?
