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lillianmorgan. It so happened that a plot bunny hopped my way, and so you *do* get a little fic after all. It was quite an intriguing little bunny, because it brought me a pairing I'd never seen (although it *has* to be out there, somewhere), and that seemed completely obvious once I'd thought of it! :)
Title: Lost and Found.
Setting: The summer after S5/S2. (Oh and it's AU)
Word count: 850 approx.
Pairing: Surprise! The icon is a clue though...
A/N: Written in a hurry and un-beta'd etc. Still I'd love to know people's thoughts. :)
Lost and found.
Lawson sighed deeply and let the gypsy girl fall to the floor. Yet another avenue pursued, and one found wanting. Maybe he should try to go to Romania itself...
Manhattan really wasn’t the most exotic of locations - could it be that gypsies would be more interesting in their home country? Or... maybe trying to re-create Angelus’ finest moments was another doomed project. He’d been studying his Sire for a few years now - tracking down any tome that held information on the creature that had made him. And yet he felt no closer to an answer. Any answer at all. Where the rage and the fire ought to be, there was just emptiness.
Then the strangest sensation crept over him, and slowly he turned. In the doorway stood a woman - no a vision - eerily beautiful and utterly mesmerising. Black hair fell down onto her shoulders in playful curls, and her figure was enveloped in a scarlet dress, outlining her slim curves against the darkness behind her.
“There, there, little brother,” she said, tilting her head as her eyes seemed to look right through him, observing the void within. “Don’t worry - you won’t be alone any longer.”
“I-I’m sorry... who...”
He knew who she was, of course - had even attempted to find another saintly visionary himself, but they were very thin on the ground these days. But he could quite simply not take in the fact that he was actually face to face with the real Drusilla. She seemed like something magical out of a fairy tale, not someone he was actually be able to meet. Someone who could speak actual words to him.
“Poor little lost boy,” she continued, paying his question no heed and daintily stepping over the dead body by his feet, before placing a hand on his chest.
“So alone... so very alone. Nasty Daddy abandoned you, just like he abandoned us all...”
She was angry he could tell, and yet resigned. Her face a collection of emotions, he wondered what she could see in him. Was there anything in his face other than blankess?
“She stole them, you know, the Golden Slayer. Stole Daddy and my dear Spike both. But then the pixies came and whispered to me...” she studied him and leaned in, secretly, mouth against his ear, “told me about my little brother.”
She caught his eyes, and a sudden, secret smile lit up her features. “Always wanted a brother - someone to play with. Come.”
She held out her hand; and he could not have refused her even if she’d walked straight out into the sunshine.
*
Three months. How could it only have been three months? He had been around for more than half a century, and yet it was as though he’d never lived before now.
Moving his head a fraction, he licked a drop of blood off his Dark Mistress’ breast, and was rewarded with a satisfied purr.
He had had women before of course - many of them, often - but he had always tired of them before the night was over, leaving only corpses or dust behind when he left the next morning. But Drusilla stirred him like nothing he’d ever known. When he touched her it was as though his blood was singing; and the darkness, formerly so blank, was suddenly full of exciting and glittering mysteries. He was beginning to suspect that even eternity would be too short to explore all these new delights in full.
What was it? Her childlikeness, that looked upon the world with such wonder? Or her viciousness, tearing her victims apart with glowing feral bloodlust? Or maybe her sensual nature, playing his body like an instrument, leaving him gasping from pleasure he’d never suspected... Or possibly her frailty, the way she needed him as fiercely as he needed her?
Maybe... maybe it was just family. The fact that they shared the same blood; that he could sense her where ever she was; that when his fangs penetrated her skin, he felt closer to her than he’d thought possible - like she was a part of him.
Angel was a fool he decided. And Spike even more so. And yet he was oddly grateful towards them - because if they had not so foolishly spurned his Princess, she’d never have become his. Leaning back, he studied her - her delicate face and perfect body, the blood drops that adorned her like a dark trail of rubies, gleaming against her white skin.
“Honey... what do you want to do tonight?”
She looked at him, pondered for a moment. “Have you ever been to England, my sweet Sammy? Let’s do some travelling!”
“Well I’ll go check if there are any boats leaving... I used to be a sailor, remember? Maybe I should try eating one.”
She giggled delightedly; then caught his eyes as she softly stroked his hair.
“My sweet little brother - crushed under all the water, thinking that the world was all blue. But I shall paint you in scarlet and give you a crown. And you shall be the finest knight that ever there was!”
And Lawson knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that he had finally found his mission.
lillianmorgan. It so happened that a plot bunny hopped my way, and so you *do* get a little fic after all. It was quite an intriguing little bunny, because it brought me a pairing I'd never seen (although it *has* to be out there, somewhere), and that seemed completely obvious once I'd thought of it! :)Title: Lost and Found.
Setting: The summer after S5/S2. (Oh and it's AU)
Word count: 850 approx.
Pairing: Surprise! The icon is a clue though...
A/N: Written in a hurry and un-beta'd etc. Still I'd love to know people's thoughts. :)
Lawson sighed deeply and let the gypsy girl fall to the floor. Yet another avenue pursued, and one found wanting. Maybe he should try to go to Romania itself...
Manhattan really wasn’t the most exotic of locations - could it be that gypsies would be more interesting in their home country? Or... maybe trying to re-create Angelus’ finest moments was another doomed project. He’d been studying his Sire for a few years now - tracking down any tome that held information on the creature that had made him. And yet he felt no closer to an answer. Any answer at all. Where the rage and the fire ought to be, there was just emptiness.
Then the strangest sensation crept over him, and slowly he turned. In the doorway stood a woman - no a vision - eerily beautiful and utterly mesmerising. Black hair fell down onto her shoulders in playful curls, and her figure was enveloped in a scarlet dress, outlining her slim curves against the darkness behind her.
“There, there, little brother,” she said, tilting her head as her eyes seemed to look right through him, observing the void within. “Don’t worry - you won’t be alone any longer.”
“I-I’m sorry... who...”
He knew who she was, of course - had even attempted to find another saintly visionary himself, but they were very thin on the ground these days. But he could quite simply not take in the fact that he was actually face to face with the real Drusilla. She seemed like something magical out of a fairy tale, not someone he was actually be able to meet. Someone who could speak actual words to him.
“Poor little lost boy,” she continued, paying his question no heed and daintily stepping over the dead body by his feet, before placing a hand on his chest.
“So alone... so very alone. Nasty Daddy abandoned you, just like he abandoned us all...”
She was angry he could tell, and yet resigned. Her face a collection of emotions, he wondered what she could see in him. Was there anything in his face other than blankess?
“She stole them, you know, the Golden Slayer. Stole Daddy and my dear Spike both. But then the pixies came and whispered to me...” she studied him and leaned in, secretly, mouth against his ear, “told me about my little brother.”
She caught his eyes, and a sudden, secret smile lit up her features. “Always wanted a brother - someone to play with. Come.”
She held out her hand; and he could not have refused her even if she’d walked straight out into the sunshine.
Three months. How could it only have been three months? He had been around for more than half a century, and yet it was as though he’d never lived before now.
Moving his head a fraction, he licked a drop of blood off his Dark Mistress’ breast, and was rewarded with a satisfied purr.
He had had women before of course - many of them, often - but he had always tired of them before the night was over, leaving only corpses or dust behind when he left the next morning. But Drusilla stirred him like nothing he’d ever known. When he touched her it was as though his blood was singing; and the darkness, formerly so blank, was suddenly full of exciting and glittering mysteries. He was beginning to suspect that even eternity would be too short to explore all these new delights in full.
What was it? Her childlikeness, that looked upon the world with such wonder? Or her viciousness, tearing her victims apart with glowing feral bloodlust? Or maybe her sensual nature, playing his body like an instrument, leaving him gasping from pleasure he’d never suspected... Or possibly her frailty, the way she needed him as fiercely as he needed her?
Maybe... maybe it was just family. The fact that they shared the same blood; that he could sense her where ever she was; that when his fangs penetrated her skin, he felt closer to her than he’d thought possible - like she was a part of him.
Angel was a fool he decided. And Spike even more so. And yet he was oddly grateful towards them - because if they had not so foolishly spurned his Princess, she’d never have become his. Leaning back, he studied her - her delicate face and perfect body, the blood drops that adorned her like a dark trail of rubies, gleaming against her white skin.
“Honey... what do you want to do tonight?”
She looked at him, pondered for a moment. “Have you ever been to England, my sweet Sammy? Let’s do some travelling!”
“Well I’ll go check if there are any boats leaving... I used to be a sailor, remember? Maybe I should try eating one.”
She giggled delightedly; then caught his eyes as she softly stroked his hair.
“My sweet little brother - crushed under all the water, thinking that the world was all blue. But I shall paint you in scarlet and give you a crown. And you shall be the finest knight that ever there was!”
And Lawson knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that he had finally found his mission.
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Aw, thank you! *blushes*
...You've actually given me a haunting idea for Sam and Drusilla's interactions in my own story.
Yay! Hope it works out. :)
Anyway, as I said earlier, you've done magnificently with our dear Sam.
*blushes again* There are far too few fics with him in, so I'm v. pleased to have added to the number! (Which reminds me - you've read Shanshu Blue, right? Features all of Angel's boys.)
*kicks toe* Might...ask you to possibly read it (it's posted all over the place, but it all started at my journal) and tell me what my vision of Lawson does for you?
I shall certainly have a look (even though my NCIS watching is so sporadic that I can never remember anyone's names)! It sounds an interesting premise. (The problem is not lack of interest, but lack of time... *sigh*) Anyway, thank you again for all your lovely feedback, and for putting up with all of *my* recs! :)
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'Middle Son' can be found here, the Pit of Voles (fanfiction.hell), and Twisting the Hellmouth.
It's under both my ats/btvs and ncis tags and the entries include links to all the chapters at the point of posting:
http://angelfirenze.livejournal.com/tag/ats/btvs is probably your best place to start since 'ncis' will also bring up a Fullmetal Alchemist: Conqueror of Shamballa crossover I'm working on.
But the story is an AU of the first season since I'm catching up in the DVDs and wasn't very far along when I started it. It's based on the 1.02 episode, 'Hung Out to Dry' and goes AU from there.
I'd love to have your feedback. It'd fill me with glee.
NOTE BEFORE I FORGET: The BtVS/AtS/NCIS oner series is meant to be read as parallel to 'Middle Son' and fill in blanks unintentionally left in the original.
Their order is as follows, so far:
Stained (http://angelfirenze.livejournal.com/371289.html), Novice (http://angelfirenze.livejournal.com/371571.html); Invitation (http://angelfirenze.livejournal.com/371895.html), Disagreement (http://angelfirenze.livejournal.com/372399.html), Fodder (http://angelfirenze.livejournal.com/372553.html), Splitting (http://angelfirenze.livejournal.com/373231.html), Reconciling (http://angelfirenze.livejournal.com/373942.html)
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Oh it is *exquisite*. And incredible. (I'm always torn between adoration and jealousy.)
I'd love to have your feedback. It'd fill me with glee.
I shall bookmark it, and try my best to follow your instructions! (I have convoluted fics myself, I know what it's like. Including one where I'm writing everything out of order, and thus need to make every story stand on its own...)
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It's best if you read 'Middle Son' and 'Understanding' (the partner series is called that, overall) separately to keep everything from getting confused.
Neither links to the other, particularly because 'Middle Son' is the result of an AtS characters-only challenge at Twisting the Hellmouth, whereas 'Understanding' allowed me to use BtVS characters to clear things up without breaking the rules of the challenge, though BtVS characters could be mentioned in the first series.
*nods*
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'Understanding' allowed me to use BtVS characters to clear things up without breaking the rules of the challenge, though BtVS characters could be mentioned in the first series.
The convolutedness of that pleases me. *g*