Dance Along the Edge (16/20)
Title: Dance Along the Edge (16/20)
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 Part Twelve Part Thirteen Part Fourteen Part Fifteen
Prompt: Fluff
Obi-Wan was passing by Buffy's miniscule office when he noticed that the light was still on. It was well past the time when she normally went to bed, and he knew that she had been complaining of lack of sleep these last few days. Not directly, of course, as she had been avoiding him, but Anakin had mentioned it in passing. Knocking softly, he was surprised when Buffy didn't answer. Hoping that she wouldn't take offense, he carefully opened the door, and was greeted by the sight of Buffy leaning on her desk, fast asleep.
"Buffy?" he asked quietly, walking so that he was standing beside her. Her only response was to mutter something unintelligible to human ears and attempt to bury her head in her arms. Shaking his head at her actions, he knelt down and gently gathered her in his arms to carry her back to her room. Sleeping on one's desk was never pleasant, and he had enough interest in his own self-preservation to want her to be as rested as possible.
Buffy found herself drifting out of sleep, and became vaguely aware that someone was carrying her. Cracking her eyes open slightly to see who it was, she was greeted by the sight of Ben's face. Why...? Oh, she realized. She had fallen asleep at her desk again. Normally, the sheer unpleasantness of doing so would wake her up quickly, but she must have really been out this time. The gentle rocking of Ben's gait soon had her falling back to sleep, her head leaning against his chest.
Reaching her room, Obi-Wan opened the door and gently deposited Buffy on her bed. She didn't stir, and after covering her with a blanket he found crumpled at the foot of her bed, he left, closing the door quietly behind him.
The next morning found Buffy behind her desk again, working up a storm and muttering about how Satine was trying to make her job more difficult than it actually was. It was halfhearted, however, compared to her previous complaining, and those working closest with her wondered about the change. Later that day, there was a soft knock at her door. "Door's open," she answered, sifting through several data pads, trying to find the one she needed. "Can I help you?" she asked, looking up to see Ben standing in the doorway. "Or are you just going to stand there all day?
"Just checking in to make sure everything was running smoothly," he answered. "Sleep well last night?"
"I did, now that you mention it," Buffy answered. "Thank you, by the way."
"It was no problem," he said, giving her a warm smile. "I just hadn't seen you in a few days, and I wanted to make sure you were all right."
"I'm golden," she replied. "Walk with me?" she asked, getting up and moving towards him. "I've been cooped up here for a bit too long."
"I'd love to," he answered, following her into the hall.
Part Seventeen
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 Part Twelve Part Thirteen Part Fourteen Part Fifteen
Prompt: Fluff
Obi-Wan was passing by Buffy's miniscule office when he noticed that the light was still on. It was well past the time when she normally went to bed, and he knew that she had been complaining of lack of sleep these last few days. Not directly, of course, as she had been avoiding him, but Anakin had mentioned it in passing. Knocking softly, he was surprised when Buffy didn't answer. Hoping that she wouldn't take offense, he carefully opened the door, and was greeted by the sight of Buffy leaning on her desk, fast asleep.
"Buffy?" he asked quietly, walking so that he was standing beside her. Her only response was to mutter something unintelligible to human ears and attempt to bury her head in her arms. Shaking his head at her actions, he knelt down and gently gathered her in his arms to carry her back to her room. Sleeping on one's desk was never pleasant, and he had enough interest in his own self-preservation to want her to be as rested as possible.
Buffy found herself drifting out of sleep, and became vaguely aware that someone was carrying her. Cracking her eyes open slightly to see who it was, she was greeted by the sight of Ben's face. Why...? Oh, she realized. She had fallen asleep at her desk again. Normally, the sheer unpleasantness of doing so would wake her up quickly, but she must have really been out this time. The gentle rocking of Ben's gait soon had her falling back to sleep, her head leaning against his chest.
Reaching her room, Obi-Wan opened the door and gently deposited Buffy on her bed. She didn't stir, and after covering her with a blanket he found crumpled at the foot of her bed, he left, closing the door quietly behind him.
The next morning found Buffy behind her desk again, working up a storm and muttering about how Satine was trying to make her job more difficult than it actually was. It was halfhearted, however, compared to her previous complaining, and those working closest with her wondered about the change. Later that day, there was a soft knock at her door. "Door's open," she answered, sifting through several data pads, trying to find the one she needed. "Can I help you?" she asked, looking up to see Ben standing in the doorway. "Or are you just going to stand there all day?
"Just checking in to make sure everything was running smoothly," he answered. "Sleep well last night?"
"I did, now that you mention it," Buffy answered. "Thank you, by the way."
"It was no problem," he said, giving her a warm smile. "I just hadn't seen you in a few days, and I wanted to make sure you were all right."
"I'm golden," she replied. "Walk with me?" she asked, getting up and moving towards him. "I've been cooped up here for a bit too long."
"I'd love to," he answered, following her into the hall.
Part Seventeen