My Top Five 2010 Favorite Drabbles

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Drabble Prompt: Rover by garnigal

Generations of men (and eventually women) had dedicated their lives to the Watchers Council. They claimed it was a calling, requiring commitment and loyalty. Only the best and brightest were admitted to this rarefied atmosphere and even then, the top positions were jockeyed over by the fewest and finest. Young men (and eventually women) fought for roles as active Watchers, competed to rove the world with their slayer, fighting evil in whatever incarnation they found.
In the end, though, they were no heroes. They were nothing but pirates, sea rovers stealing lives and futures of lovely and brave young girls.
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Play drabble by redeem147.

She remembered being a little girl with a big sister. Playing Barbies, playing house. Days when they were friends.

She remembered her dad taking them both to the park, where he put her in the baby swing beside her sister on the big girl swing. Pushing them both higher and higher while they giggled in harmony.

She remembered her mother braiding her hair and dressing her up in pretty ruffles. Mommy’s little doll.

But she wasn’t really a sister, or a daughter. And the only ones who ever really played with her were the monks who played with her life.
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Restfield cemetery drabble by brutti_ma_buoni

The robot was gross and obscene.

Which doesn’t explain why Buffy can remember every word of Xander’s description of Spike and the Buffybot screwing here.

It doesn’t explain why she’s staring at the graves. Picturing the scene. Imagining those graves as their backdrop. Grass under her knees. Skirt pooling on bare thighs, teasing skin with every rhythmic move. Spike hard and chill under her, inside her, no ambient warmth to temper his dead cold. Ceding her control and loving it.

It doesn’t explain why she’s naked under her skirt, outside his crypt, waiting for the right moment to enter.

Now.
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Found prompt by lycomingst

Giles——

Found a mission: he would train the Slayer to stand alone against the demons of the world.

Found a topsy-turvy world where his Slayer had valiant helpers in her demon fight, not to mention a vampire lover.

Found he could adjust to the oddest things.

Found a brown-eyed woman, who wanted to drag him into the modern technical world. Who took him to see mammoth vehicles clash in the night. Who wanted to make him squirm. Who made him smile.

Found she was more and less than she seemed.

Found betrayal and forgiveness.

Found a rose.

Found a body.
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Trapped Prompt: Trap by kudagirl

Why? Why couldn’t he just kill her?

Drusilla’s words haunted him.

He wasn’t Angel who needed to stalk and torment a victim before the kill.

No, he was more fists and fangs back to the wall type.

So why couldn’t he just kill the Slayer?

And why couldn’t she seem to kill him either?

Trapped in a never ending dance it seemed.

Well, he would end this dance.

The shotgun gleamed in the moonlight as he stepped into the backyard.

Slayer was just sitting there waiting.

Then he caught the scent of her tears.

And a new trap snapped shut.

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