Chaos Theory
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butterflyNew post-Home drabble set, and if anyone is willing to suggest a name for the overall series, I'd love to hear them.
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
Seventh set: Blood Memory
The Butterfly Effect
His dreams used to be overflowing with the blood of his victims.
They still are, but the faces have changed.
He dreams of killing, always has, but recently, his dreams are more painful.
The spell worked almost instantaneously, but there was an instant, his son bleeding in front of him, when he'd wondered if Wolfram and Hart had betrayed him.
He wishes, sometimes, that he'd found another way. A way to keep Connor.
Sometimes, when he dreams, he has an odd sense of connection, like when the First had been showing Buffy his kill-dreams.
He dismisses it as wishful thinking.
Patching
They've stopped pretending that she's just a patient.
They've stopped making excuses.
Bars on her windows, a lock on her door.
She's the bird in the gilded cage.
They've started asking her questions. They want to know if she still has visions and how much she remembers.
She hasn't told them anything and when they tried using a psychic on her, his brain exploded. She doesn't bother feeling sorry for him.
She hasn't mentioned Connor's name, and neither have they.
She asks about Angel and Wesley every day.
Life is starting to fall into a routine.
Then Lilah shows up.
Crumbling
"You can't, Fred." Angel's gone way beyond 'boss-like' and into dictatorship.
"And you can't stop me." My own voice is so much colder than it used to be with Angel. God, when did he close himself off from us? "I've read the contract you signed. You can't sell us, only yourself."
"It's more complicated-"
"I don't care!" I try to find some hint of the man who saved me from Pylea. "I can't do this anymore. I'm leaving Wolfram and Hart."
But I can't stop myself from trying again. Giving him another chance.
"Angel, just tell me what really happened."
Paradigm Shift
He knows who he is.
Can't feel anything.
He's an intelligent, athletic guy who thinks too much of himself sometimes. He's popular and he knows the fine line between teasing and hurting.
Live as though the world were what it ought to be.
He loves his parents, who are very much alive and involved with his life.
I should remember you're not my real father.
He isn't a freak.
Bastard son of two demons.
His dreams don't mean anything.
My name is Connor.
That's what he's been telling himself, these last few weeks.
He can't anymore, though. Not after tonight.
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
Seventh set: Blood Memory
The Butterfly Effect
His dreams used to be overflowing with the blood of his victims.
They still are, but the faces have changed.
He dreams of killing, always has, but recently, his dreams are more painful.
The spell worked almost instantaneously, but there was an instant, his son bleeding in front of him, when he'd wondered if Wolfram and Hart had betrayed him.
He wishes, sometimes, that he'd found another way. A way to keep Connor.
Sometimes, when he dreams, he has an odd sense of connection, like when the First had been showing Buffy his kill-dreams.
He dismisses it as wishful thinking.
Patching
They've stopped pretending that she's just a patient.
They've stopped making excuses.
Bars on her windows, a lock on her door.
She's the bird in the gilded cage.
They've started asking her questions. They want to know if she still has visions and how much she remembers.
She hasn't told them anything and when they tried using a psychic on her, his brain exploded. She doesn't bother feeling sorry for him.
She hasn't mentioned Connor's name, and neither have they.
She asks about Angel and Wesley every day.
Life is starting to fall into a routine.
Then Lilah shows up.
Crumbling
"You can't, Fred." Angel's gone way beyond 'boss-like' and into dictatorship.
"And you can't stop me." My own voice is so much colder than it used to be with Angel. God, when did he close himself off from us? "I've read the contract you signed. You can't sell us, only yourself."
"It's more complicated-"
"I don't care!" I try to find some hint of the man who saved me from Pylea. "I can't do this anymore. I'm leaving Wolfram and Hart."
But I can't stop myself from trying again. Giving him another chance.
"Angel, just tell me what really happened."
Paradigm Shift
He knows who he is.
Can't feel anything.
He's an intelligent, athletic guy who thinks too much of himself sometimes. He's popular and he knows the fine line between teasing and hurting.
Live as though the world were what it ought to be.
He loves his parents, who are very much alive and involved with his life.
I should remember you're not my real father.
He isn't a freak.
Bastard son of two demons.
His dreams don't mean anything.
My name is Connor.
That's what he's been telling himself, these last few weeks.
He can't anymore, though. Not after tonight.
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Date: 2003-06-28 05:23 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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