Blood Memory
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butterflyMore of the post-Home drabbles.
First set: Finding Home
Second set: Memory Loss
Third set: Moments of Reflection
Fourth set (1): Old and New
Fourth set (2): Old and New
Fifth set: Precipitant
Sixth set: Snapshot
Beyond
The nightmares were getting worse.
At first, they were nothing. He'd been able to laugh them away.
But now, he was having them almost every night. And they were getting more and more intense. They felt more like memories than dreams.
He knew that he belonged somewhere. There was an odd pull in his heart that told him that he needed to be somewhere else.
But he liked where he was. Liked who he was.
And he could hear a voice in his head reminding him that his heart would lie to him.
Not this time. He wouldn't let it.
Countdown
They wouldn't let her talk to Angel or Wesley.
Oh, they had all kinds of reasons, but that's what it boiled down to.
Hell, the guys probably didn't even know that she was awake.
And she knew that they needed her. And while she'd hate to say it out loud, she needed them too.
And someone else, an inner voice reminded her.
But talking to... him would come much later. After she figured out what the hell you could say to the kid you slept with when you were evil.
Right now, she just needed to get out of here.
Sixth
Lilah was hiding something.
Well, in the interests of honesty, Lilah was always hiding something, but this time, it seemed to be something important.
Perhaps something to do with his oddly fogged memories. He's been searching for an answer, some way to understand why nothing makes quite enough sense. But it would be simple for the firm to cover its own tracks. He's almost certain not to find things out that way.
Still, he knows that something is there, waiting to be found. He's had odd dreams, where he knows someone that he doesn't know.
He'll figure it out eventually.
Situation Normal
This day was going to be hell.
Cordelia was awake and demanding to see Angel. Wesley was... increasingly less her Wesley with each passing day.
And now there were reports of the boy's power reemerging.
It'd been a mistake on the Senior Partners' parts to think that the spell could hold against a soul like that. It could only last so long before his own strength broke it and he remembered himself.
Then again, this could all be part of their master plan.
Even so, she was the one who would be blamed.
Sometimes, she really did hate her job.
First set: Finding Home
Second set: Memory Loss
Third set: Moments of Reflection
Fourth set (1): Old and New
Fourth set (2): Old and New
Fifth set: Precipitant
Sixth set: Snapshot
Beyond
The nightmares were getting worse.
At first, they were nothing. He'd been able to laugh them away.
But now, he was having them almost every night. And they were getting more and more intense. They felt more like memories than dreams.
He knew that he belonged somewhere. There was an odd pull in his heart that told him that he needed to be somewhere else.
But he liked where he was. Liked who he was.
And he could hear a voice in his head reminding him that his heart would lie to him.
Not this time. He wouldn't let it.
Countdown
They wouldn't let her talk to Angel or Wesley.
Oh, they had all kinds of reasons, but that's what it boiled down to.
Hell, the guys probably didn't even know that she was awake.
And she knew that they needed her. And while she'd hate to say it out loud, she needed them too.
And someone else, an inner voice reminded her.
But talking to... him would come much later. After she figured out what the hell you could say to the kid you slept with when you were evil.
Right now, she just needed to get out of here.
Sixth
Lilah was hiding something.
Well, in the interests of honesty, Lilah was always hiding something, but this time, it seemed to be something important.
Perhaps something to do with his oddly fogged memories. He's been searching for an answer, some way to understand why nothing makes quite enough sense. But it would be simple for the firm to cover its own tracks. He's almost certain not to find things out that way.
Still, he knows that something is there, waiting to be found. He's had odd dreams, where he knows someone that he doesn't know.
He'll figure it out eventually.
Situation Normal
This day was going to be hell.
Cordelia was awake and demanding to see Angel. Wesley was... increasingly less her Wesley with each passing day.
And now there were reports of the boy's power reemerging.
It'd been a mistake on the Senior Partners' parts to think that the spell could hold against a soul like that. It could only last so long before his own strength broke it and he remembered himself.
Then again, this could all be part of their master plan.
Even so, she was the one who would be blamed.
Sometimes, she really did hate her job.
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