BTVS: Interstice
Title: Interstice
Fandom: BtVS
Character(s): Buffy, Oz
fanfic100 Prompt: 2 - middles
Length: 339 words
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I don't know you. You don't know me. Let's keep it that way.
Summary: interstice: (1a) a space that intervenes between things; especially : one between closely spaced things; (1b) a gap or break in something generally continuous; (2) a short space of time between events
Dedication: to Karen of OzMIA for having, and then extending, the Halloween contest.
Author’s Notes: this fic also answers a fanfic100 challenge. My prompt table for ff100 is here. This is also related to my Closet series, although I haven’t quite figured out how yet.
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Interstice
by Vashti
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“Buffy?”
“Hmm?”
“What are you looking at?”
I feel my head drop to one side, like it’s one of those balls with a weight on the inside and the weight’s shifted. Sitting across from me, she does the same thing. “So you can’t see it?”
“Nope.”
“But you can smell it.” I make it a statement and wonder if he can hear the expectation in my voice. You’d think. He is a werewolf after all.
“Yeah.” He drops down beside me. I spare him a quick glance. He’s got his head tilted to one side the same way we do. “I can smell it.”
Now there are three of us doing this head tilt job. It would be funny. If the girl across from us weren’t dead.
Story of my life.
I let out a deep breath and she mimics me. Go figure…ghosts need to breath even less than vampires do.
“So…does this happen to you a lot?” he asks. “Ghosts?”
I shake my head and she does it too, but slower, more jerkily, like she’s forgotten how to coordinate all those parts in her neck. “Not so much,” I say. Knock me over with a feather, I’m actually a little fascinated by her. Giles, I’m sure, would just love to update his journal on this one.
“Henh.”
“More around this time of year.”
“Really? I thought things slowed down for Halloween.”
I glance over at him. “They do.”
“And that’s when you see ghosts?”
“Yup. Finally gets quiet enough in the spirit world for them to be heard/seen/whatever and all that jazz I guess.”
“Henh.”
“And then they come lurking around me.” Look, Ma, I don’t sound bitter at all.
“Double-henh.”
“Triple I think, actually.”
He slips his arm around mine where it’s braced against the my dorm’s concrete floor. His bare wrist, where it touches mine, is hot not warm. One of those werewolf things I bet.
My ghost looks down at her wrist then over at me.
“I think you’re right.”
Sorry, girlfriend, I’m not sharing.
[in]Fin[ite]
Fandom: BtVS
Character(s): Buffy, Oz
fanfic100 Prompt: 2 - middles
Length: 339 words
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I don't know you. You don't know me. Let's keep it that way.
Summary: interstice: (1a) a space that intervenes between things; especially : one between closely spaced things; (1b) a gap or break in something generally continuous; (2) a short space of time between events
Dedication: to Karen of OzMIA for having, and then extending, the Halloween contest.
Author’s Notes: this fic also answers a fanfic100 challenge. My prompt table for ff100 is here. This is also related to my Closet series, although I haven’t quite figured out how yet.
§§§
Interstice
by Vashti
§§§
“Buffy?”
“Hmm?”
“What are you looking at?”
I feel my head drop to one side, like it’s one of those balls with a weight on the inside and the weight’s shifted. Sitting across from me, she does the same thing. “So you can’t see it?”
“Nope.”
“But you can smell it.” I make it a statement and wonder if he can hear the expectation in my voice. You’d think. He is a werewolf after all.
“Yeah.” He drops down beside me. I spare him a quick glance. He’s got his head tilted to one side the same way we do. “I can smell it.”
Now there are three of us doing this head tilt job. It would be funny. If the girl across from us weren’t dead.
Story of my life.
I let out a deep breath and she mimics me. Go figure…ghosts need to breath even less than vampires do.
“So…does this happen to you a lot?” he asks. “Ghosts?”
I shake my head and she does it too, but slower, more jerkily, like she’s forgotten how to coordinate all those parts in her neck. “Not so much,” I say. Knock me over with a feather, I’m actually a little fascinated by her. Giles, I’m sure, would just love to update his journal on this one.
“Henh.”
“More around this time of year.”
“Really? I thought things slowed down for Halloween.”
I glance over at him. “They do.”
“And that’s when you see ghosts?”
“Yup. Finally gets quiet enough in the spirit world for them to be heard/seen/whatever and all that jazz I guess.”
“Henh.”
“And then they come lurking around me.” Look, Ma, I don’t sound bitter at all.
“Double-henh.”
“Triple I think, actually.”
He slips his arm around mine where it’s braced against the my dorm’s concrete floor. His bare wrist, where it touches mine, is hot not warm. One of those werewolf things I bet.
My ghost looks down at her wrist then over at me.
“I think you’re right.”
Sorry, girlfriend, I’m not sharing.
[in]Fin[ite]