Fic: Comfortable (Buffy/Andrew, PG)
Title: Comfortable
Author: Vanilla Tiger
Paring: Buffy/Andrew
Summary: In the future, Buffy's willing to take her comfort where she finds it. Cross-posted to my journal.
In the end, there's just her and Andrew which must have been a surprise to everyone, especially the two of them.
She tried, but she can't give up the mission. It's part of her now. Perhaps it always had been. Only when she finally had the chance to break free did she realise how much she needed it.
He became her Watcher after Giles died, not that she really needs one. Then again it's not as if this new world they made needs her to be the Slayer either. They keep up the good fight because they're not quite sure what else they can do.
Neither of them expected to live this long.
Everyone else has settled down into some kind of normality, even if the type where magic and demons can coexist with your child's first paper round or washing the car on a Sunday. Everyone else seems to have found someone who won't leave.
It's still a shock to realise that she never truly wanted to be like everyone else.
They travel a lot, wherever they're needed at first but later it's just because they see no reason to stay anywhere. He talks up their life into one grand adventure, and at some point during their time together she began to find it endearing.
There are Slayers all over the world now, but she's still the Slayer to him. That gradually dissolves into Buffy, but none of the reverence is gone.
She's there and he's there so they talk and the whole thing is just ...comfortable.
He's scolding her one day and for the first time she is aware that he's the only guy that never left her, even though he earned his redemption long time back. He doesn't presume or judge. He learned long ago that he'd never be the hero. He just wants to help the best he can. He wants to help her.
There's no drama, no fireworks, no screams and sobs. It's comforting to know that he'll always be there, that he's not about to run. The sight of him, the knowledge that he's around brings a soft smile to her lips.
The confusion on his face when she kisses him for the first time causes butterflies to flutter in her stomach and she's not quite sure but she thinks she might be in love. And the next time she kisses him he surrenders to her completely.
He's soft and blonde and fragile, the way she should have been. There's no competition between them. He's content to stay on the sidelines, knowing that he's needed. She has nothing to prove, knowing that she's his world.
It's not the grand passion either of them dreamt of in their youth. That's okay. Pain and passion are inextricably linked, and they've had enough of that to last them. They make each other happy, and if that isn't love it doesn't matter. They're comfortable together, and that's good enough for them.
Author: Vanilla Tiger
Paring: Buffy/Andrew
Summary: In the future, Buffy's willing to take her comfort where she finds it. Cross-posted to my journal.
In the end, there's just her and Andrew which must have been a surprise to everyone, especially the two of them.
She tried, but she can't give up the mission. It's part of her now. Perhaps it always had been. Only when she finally had the chance to break free did she realise how much she needed it.
He became her Watcher after Giles died, not that she really needs one. Then again it's not as if this new world they made needs her to be the Slayer either. They keep up the good fight because they're not quite sure what else they can do.
Neither of them expected to live this long.
Everyone else has settled down into some kind of normality, even if the type where magic and demons can coexist with your child's first paper round or washing the car on a Sunday. Everyone else seems to have found someone who won't leave.
It's still a shock to realise that she never truly wanted to be like everyone else.
They travel a lot, wherever they're needed at first but later it's just because they see no reason to stay anywhere. He talks up their life into one grand adventure, and at some point during their time together she began to find it endearing.
There are Slayers all over the world now, but she's still the Slayer to him. That gradually dissolves into Buffy, but none of the reverence is gone.
She's there and he's there so they talk and the whole thing is just ...comfortable.
He's scolding her one day and for the first time she is aware that he's the only guy that never left her, even though he earned his redemption long time back. He doesn't presume or judge. He learned long ago that he'd never be the hero. He just wants to help the best he can. He wants to help her.
There's no drama, no fireworks, no screams and sobs. It's comforting to know that he'll always be there, that he's not about to run. The sight of him, the knowledge that he's around brings a soft smile to her lips.
The confusion on his face when she kisses him for the first time causes butterflies to flutter in her stomach and she's not quite sure but she thinks she might be in love. And the next time she kisses him he surrenders to her completely.
He's soft and blonde and fragile, the way she should have been. There's no competition between them. He's content to stay on the sidelines, knowing that he's needed. She has nothing to prove, knowing that she's his world.
It's not the grand passion either of them dreamt of in their youth. That's okay. Pain and passion are inextricably linked, and they've had enough of that to last them. They make each other happy, and if that isn't love it doesn't matter. They're comfortable together, and that's good enough for them.