In the spirit of the 'year in review' memes going around, here are the last lines of each fic I've written this year. See if you can work out (or remember) what or who each one is about...
The portal closed behind her, leaving the room empty and cold and silent as the grave.
And as Buffy screamed in horror, he stepped off the edge of the roof.
I'm sorry, I think that spells FAILh…"
And then the goddess's delighted silver laughter echoes through the entire dimension.
"Hey! At least I'm not named after a tree..."
Energy is lost as distance increases.
"If I'm right, vampires will be talking about this for another 2,000 years..."
She takes a last look around, steps through, and goes home.
But as he walks back up to his room, he feels himself smiling for the first time in weeks.
They were still trying to work out what she meant when they realised she'd stopped breathing.
She smiled a wild smile and threw herself headlong into the demon horde.
Back in the quiet, empty bedroom, the light faded.
Faith was quite enough competition for her without yet another superpowered teenage girl running loose around Sunnydale.
In the sky above him, the stars came out, one by one.
It seemed appropriate, somehow.
Unregarded, over on the other side of the room, the 'Messages Waiting' sign still flashes on Willow's phone.
But when she read the red-headed girl's aura, saw their futures written there in all their possibilities - in that moment, she understood Achilles' choice. And made her own.
"Congratulations. It's a girl!"
Training Ms Summers was going to require a radically different approach.
What he had was life; but it wasn't living.
She smiled at her own thoughts, and turned her back, and walked out of Sunnydale High School for the last time without a backwards glance.
"I thought I taught you to run?"
As she unscrews the first jar and takes a dollop of the gel onto her fingers, she finds herself hoping that John will appreciate her new look.
"Uh, right. Let's review the training policy you've introduced for the East Asian squads..."
She had all the time in the world.
"Uh, Will? I've never done this before. Talk me through it?"
At the heart of her black briar maze, Ravel sits and waits. Alone.