In Memoriam: Some Fic reposts for Nicholas Brendon # 06 ~ Sittin' on the Dock of the Bay

[kerk_hiraeth]

 

    TITLE: Sittin' on the Dock of the Bay

    AUTHOR: kerk_hiraeth

    CHARACTERS: Xander, Buffy;

    LENGTH: 100;

    'VERSE: The 'verse in which this is set is called the 22'verse; original fic of which was named so because 22 was the average age of the pilots who fought during the Battle of Britain from England and Scotland; Australia and India; Poland, Belgium and France, and Canada and the United States of America.

                    It was a ten-part series of drabbles and originally meant to be al l posted in 2012, but I lost the work 'on pencil & paper' I had done and couldn't complete the series for three years. This first one of the re-started series was dated for the final minutes of 2015 but Lj recorded as being posted in the first hour of New Year's Day 2016, which I now see as kind of appropriate.

    A/N: This fic is, coincidentally, the sixth in this series of re-posts and also the sixth in the 'birthday series for elisi' of which is a part. It was written á la ronde so is almost at the apex of that story. It also acts as a fitting end to these re-posed fics as tribute.

            There will be a final post, but that story is already posted to this DW so I will link to that and try to add some thoughts; hopefully that will be tomorrow, but likely will be later on in the week.

            In context the operational HQ of the Slayers is based somewhere on the coast West Africa at the time of this drabble; international Slayer Central is in a fictional town in Pennsylvania.

     Xander sat down beside Buffy; silently joining her in contemplating the fishermen landing their cathches. He wanted to ask how she was doing, but changed his mind when she gently rested her head on his shoulder.

   They both understood that she was handling Spike's death, but didn't want to talk about it just now. Not that they talked much these days; he was simply here for an old friend if she did want to talk.

   They talked about his marriage to Faith some; other simple things, until the sun eventually went down. Then he left her alone and went off to find his wife.

 

 

    Goddess watch over you, 

 

      “The power of the night, the press of the storm,

      The post of the foe;

      Where he stands, the Arch Fear in a visible form,

      Yet the strong man must go.”

 

      (Prospice by Robert Browning)

 

 

    kerk