Dance Along the Edge (12/20)
Title: Dance Along the Edge (12/20)
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Buffy, Obi-Wan
Crossover: Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Star Wars
Spoilers: Episode II; all Clone Wars media
Summary: Snark, comedy, action, a hint of romance; what's not to love? A series of of Buffy/Obi-Wan drabbles set during the Clone Wars
Disclaimer: Joss owns "Buffy," Lucas owns "Star Wars," I own my gloves.
AN: This series of drabbles was originally written for the Paradise Lost November Drabble-a-Thon challenge. Most of these drabbles will probably be used and expanded in a story I'm currently plotting and will hopefully start writing once finals are over. Thanks to the amazing revdorothyl for betaing!
Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Seven Part Eight Part Nine Part Ten Part Eleven
Prompt: Comfort
Taking a deep breath, Buffy quietly opened the door and walked onto the observation deck of the Jedi Cruiser. There, staring out of the windows, stood Ben, head bowed in thought. Buffy walked to his side, not saying anything. There was nothing she really could say to him, because there really weren't any words that would make things easier for him. What did you tell a man who just had the woman he loved die in his arms?
"Anakin told you where I was, didn't he?" Ben finally said, sounding like he was trying to control what he was feeling and only partly succeeding.
"I actually figured it out on my own," she answered. "I just..." She paused before continuing, "I wanted to see how you were doing." As soon as the words came out her of mouth, she inwardly made a face. Stupid Buffy, of course he's handling this oh so well, she scolded herself. Of all the things to say, that was probably the wrong thing.
Ben's hands tightened around something, and she realized he had been holding the crystal that Siri had handed him right before she died. "It hurts," he confessed softly. "Even though I know she's gone, I still expect to see her in the corridor, or find a message from her waiting for me." He closed his eyes, attempting to fight back the tears that had been threatening to overtake him.
Buffy took his free hand, and gave it a squeeze. She knew what he meant, what he was trying to put into words. She had seen so much death, lost so many that she cared about, and it never got any easier. "I know," she replied, her voice catching. "Trust me, I know."
"Will you stay with me?" he asked, turning to look at her. He looked lost, and his eyes held the haunted look that Buffy recognized from looking in the mirror.
"As long as you need me to, Ben," she answered, giving his hand another squeeze. "I'll be here."
Part Thirteen
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Buffy, Obi-Wan
Crossover: Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Star Wars
Spoilers: Episode II; all Clone Wars media
Summary: Snark, comedy, action, a hint of romance; what's not to love? A series of of Buffy/Obi-Wan drabbles set during the Clone Wars
Disclaimer: Joss owns "Buffy," Lucas owns "Star Wars," I own my gloves.
AN: This series of drabbles was originally written for the Paradise Lost November Drabble-a-Thon challenge. Most of these drabbles will probably be used and expanded in a story I'm currently plotting and will hopefully start writing once finals are over. Thanks to the amazing revdorothyl for betaing!
Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Seven Part Eight Part Nine Part Ten Part Eleven
Prompt: Comfort
Taking a deep breath, Buffy quietly opened the door and walked onto the observation deck of the Jedi Cruiser. There, staring out of the windows, stood Ben, head bowed in thought. Buffy walked to his side, not saying anything. There was nothing she really could say to him, because there really weren't any words that would make things easier for him. What did you tell a man who just had the woman he loved die in his arms?
"Anakin told you where I was, didn't he?" Ben finally said, sounding like he was trying to control what he was feeling and only partly succeeding.
"I actually figured it out on my own," she answered. "I just..." She paused before continuing, "I wanted to see how you were doing." As soon as the words came out her of mouth, she inwardly made a face. Stupid Buffy, of course he's handling this oh so well, she scolded herself. Of all the things to say, that was probably the wrong thing.
Ben's hands tightened around something, and she realized he had been holding the crystal that Siri had handed him right before she died. "It hurts," he confessed softly. "Even though I know she's gone, I still expect to see her in the corridor, or find a message from her waiting for me." He closed his eyes, attempting to fight back the tears that had been threatening to overtake him.
Buffy took his free hand, and gave it a squeeze. She knew what he meant, what he was trying to put into words. She had seen so much death, lost so many that she cared about, and it never got any easier. "I know," she replied, her voice catching. "Trust me, I know."
"Will you stay with me?" he asked, turning to look at her. He looked lost, and his eyes held the haunted look that Buffy recognized from looking in the mirror.
"As long as you need me to, Ben," she answered, giving his hand another squeeze. "I'll be here."
Part Thirteen