BtVS Triple Drabble: Owning Up
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Title: Owning Up
Fandom: BtVS
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Characters: Buffy, Joyce, Angel.
Rating: PG-13
Written Using: The dw100 prompt Confessions.
Setting: Passion.
Summary: Now that Angel’s told Joyce about their night together, Buffy will have to admit she slept with him.
Disclaimer: I don’t own BtVS, or the characters. They belong to the amazing Joss Whedon.
A/N: Triple drabble.
Confessing to her mother that she had sex with a boy is one of the hardest things Buffy’s ever had to do. Maybe she could have tried lying about it, told her mom that Angel was delusional, that she’d said no and this was his idea of payback, but she can’t bring herself to add more lies. Her relationship with her mom is on shaky enough ground as it is, what with having to hide that she’s the Slayer and that vampires and demons exist. The last thing she needs is to make things worse.
If what Angelus told her mom hasn’t done that already.
The worst part is seeing the disappointment in her mom’s face. It’s a look Buffy’s already seen far too many times, when she’s been in trouble at school for fighting or cutting classes, and it cuts like a knife. Sometimes Buffy wishes she didn’t have to hide anything, could just be completely honest, but if she tried that her mom would probably think she’d lost her mind. In her darkest moments Buffy wonders if maybe she has, and all she thinks is real is just some weird delusion. Would that be better or worse? She doesn’t know.
Her life feels real though, and she has to act as if it is, so she answers all her mom’s questions, tries to explain without giving away how much older than her Angel really is.
“He wasn’t like this before.” And isn’t that the understatement to end them all? Angel, her Angel, was good, kind, and gentle. What he’s become without his soul is anything but.
She’s made one of the biggest mistakes of her life. It’s easy to say she hadn’t known what the consequences would be, but what difference does that make now?
None at all.
The End
Fandom: BtVS
Author:
badly_knittedCharacters: Buffy, Joyce, Angel.
Rating: PG-13
Written Using: The dw100 prompt Confessions.
Setting: Passion.
Summary: Now that Angel’s told Joyce about their night together, Buffy will have to admit she slept with him.
Disclaimer: I don’t own BtVS, or the characters. They belong to the amazing Joss Whedon.
A/N: Triple drabble.
Confessing to her mother that she had sex with a boy is one of the hardest things Buffy’s ever had to do. Maybe she could have tried lying about it, told her mom that Angel was delusional, that she’d said no and this was his idea of payback, but she can’t bring herself to add more lies. Her relationship with her mom is on shaky enough ground as it is, what with having to hide that she’s the Slayer and that vampires and demons exist. The last thing she needs is to make things worse.
If what Angelus told her mom hasn’t done that already.
The worst part is seeing the disappointment in her mom’s face. It’s a look Buffy’s already seen far too many times, when she’s been in trouble at school for fighting or cutting classes, and it cuts like a knife. Sometimes Buffy wishes she didn’t have to hide anything, could just be completely honest, but if she tried that her mom would probably think she’d lost her mind. In her darkest moments Buffy wonders if maybe she has, and all she thinks is real is just some weird delusion. Would that be better or worse? She doesn’t know.
Her life feels real though, and she has to act as if it is, so she answers all her mom’s questions, tries to explain without giving away how much older than her Angel really is.
“He wasn’t like this before.” And isn’t that the understatement to end them all? Angel, her Angel, was good, kind, and gentle. What he’s become without his soul is anything but.
She’s made one of the biggest mistakes of her life. It’s easy to say she hadn’t known what the consequences would be, but what difference does that make now?
None at all.
The End
