TITLE: Yesterday's Ghosts
AUTHOR: Rainie
EMAIL: [email protected]
DISCLAIMER: Joss, not I.
DISTRIBUTION: Please ask first
CATEGORY: B/S
RATING: PG
PART: 1/16
Deals and Dealing
"It's part of the deal, mate." I keep on telling myself.
"Yeah, what kinda deal," An other more sarcastic voice sneers. "She still is the bloody slayer!"
I stare at her sleeping figure.
She watches me sleep, in the daytime, and I hate it.
Well, so do I, in the nighttime of course, but that's different.
I can feel her eyes on me, whenever I lay on the bed we share but don't.
I know she can feel me too, but never comments on it.
Maybe we should talk - since we haven't talked since the day I brought her here.
Since that night she wanted to give in.
The night she wanted Angelus to defeat.
The night I learned I couldn't just stand but walk.
Well I didn't kill him though, only knocked him out - a bit.
Just enough for him to let go.
Just enough for me to grab the girl.
That night had been the only night we actually shared the bed.
Well, we still do, but not in the sharing sharing way.
Daytime. Nighttime. Strict schedules.
However, I remember every second of that one night.
The tears. Mine. Hers.
The way she clung to me.
The way I hugged her into my chest.
We never talked about that night.
Actually we never talked about anything.
Without as much as one word she'd brought what's hers into my flat - our flat now - the next morning.
Her mother and friends keep pestering how she can afford a place like ours. She never comments on that, either.
It's like a mutual silent agreement.
A bond formed beyond ratio.
We need each other.
Plain and simple.
Need each other for shelter. Protection.
Need our combined strength to battle, and maybe, maybe one day defeat, our yesterdays ghosts.
Oh yeah, it's not just her.
Angelus. Drusilla.
We both got our packages.
But we manage.
Daytime. Nighttime. Strict schedules.
We've got each other.
And we manage.
Somehow.