StephenT (stormwreath) wrote,

(Fic) Past Imperfect, Future Conditional, Present Tense

I've written fic! And when this started out it was going to be a drabble, but I just kept on thinking of more ideas and more things I wanted to include, and it ended up as 6,274 words. Which is more than 62 drabbles' worth. :-) It's also, I think, the first time I've written a story set in 'Buffy' Season One... although it also contains a few vague spoilers for Season Eight. And the intervening seasons. 

No pairings as such, but there are brief references and hints at Buffy/Xander, Buffy/Angel, Buffy/Spike, Buffy/Satsu and Buffy/Buffy. And Xander/Willow and Willow/Tara. Although you really have to squint and concentrate hard to see some of the references. 

Rating PG.
After an evening struggling with her History homework, Buffy goes out on patrol... and meets an oddly familiar stranger with cryptic news of her future.

Past Imperfect, Future Conditional, Present Tense

Chapter 1

"School sucks. Homework sucks more. And History homework is, like, exponentially suckier."

"I don't know, I kinda like it. Reading about how people used to live in different times, the way they thought back then, it's interesting, you know?"

"It's really not. The past seems to be all about people killing each other. And guess what? So's the present day. At least it is if you're me."

"Poor thing. Your life is different than other people's."

"Which is exactly why it's not fair that I have to do homework. What's the point of it anyway?"

"Um, it's so you can get good grades and go to college and get a good job. You know, the future."

"Not me. My future is going to be more of the same. Violence and death and sharp pointy wooden things. I wish someone could just wave a magic wand and make all the demons and vampires and witches and things just *poof* and disappear."

"That would be so cool. Oh, except that you'd have to be a demon or a witch yourself to do that, so you'd be making yourself disappear too. So it wouldn't work. Pity."

"Just as well. Can you imagine someone with the power to do anything like that? They'd be more dangerous than a hundred vampires. But this is getting us nowhere. How much more is there to read?"

"Only a couple of pages. Y-you can leave it if you like, I'll read it and give you the condensed version tomorrow."

"Really? You're an absolute star and I kinda love you. See, your power of Understanding Homework is far more useful to the world than any wand-wielding superwitch would be. So; I'll see you in school tomorrow?"

"You're going now?"

"Yeah, I really should. I had to promise Mom I'd be home by ten, and I wanted to swing through the graveyard on the way back."


"Don't mm-hmm me in that tone of voice, young lady. I need to patrol. As the Slayer, I have a sacred duty to check for vampires."

"And is there any particular vampire you'll be checking for? A tall dark handsome mysterious brooding one, perhaps?"

"I - er - no. Not at all. I don't know what you're talking about."


"Oh, okay. It's just maybe possibly Angel might be around. Maybe. You know what he's like; Mr Appear-From-Nowhere Guy. Which is incredibly annoying."

"Yeah, yeah. You know you love the mystery. So go on then. Shoo! Begone from my house, to keep your rendezvous with your mystery lover."

"Er, he's not actually my lover, you know... okay, okay! I'm going! Thanks for all the help with the homework, I really don't know what I'd do without you."

"You're welcome. See you tomorrow!"

As she stepped out into the street, Buffy shivered slightly in the cool night breeze. She'd chosen her favourite skirt to wear tonight, the one that showed off her legs so well, just on the off-chance that Angel might show. And now it looked like she was going to be all blue and goosebumpy and totally unsexy when he arrived. 

If he arrived. She didn't know if she wanted him to or not, now.

She was totally a liar. Of course she wanted him to show.

So she kept looking around her as she walked the dark, deserted streets and into the graveyard. (She'd never admit this, but it still kind of gave her a thrill to be doing this without being afraid. To be, in fact, the thing that the bad guys ought to be afraid of.) She was so busy looking around, in fact, that she collided straight into the woman who was suddenly stood there in the middle of the pathway.


On to Chapter Two

Tags: buffy, fic
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