Post by Gabrielle Channing on Apr 25, 2006 13:11:51 GMT -5
Title: Blue - Standalone
Author: Gabrielle Channing
Feedback: ALL Feedback Welcome
Rating: PG
Pairings: B/A
Distribution: Sure, just keep my name on it with my email address and tell me where you put it…
Spoilers: nothing and everything
Disclaimer: Joss, the WB, UPN, David Greenwalt and Fox own everything, I own nothing. No profit gained from writing and no infringement intended.
Summary: Buffy and Angel's baby dies. Angsty.
Author’s Notes:
1. If you would like to receive an update when new chapters/stories are available, sign up by emailing a PM to me.
Dedication: To everyone who reads this.
I decided to go to Sunnydale to see how the others were faring, and my love Buffy. I wept for days afterwards I read the letter. Cordelia, Wesley, and Gunn feared for my safety. They didn't understand at first but then I gave them the letter and then they understood. Oh, yes, they understood then. I wept for the loss of our child, I wept for Buffy, and I wept for myself.
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I met Giles first, at his place. There were tears in his eyes. He mumbled something about the others and a grave but I knew what he meant; they were all at the grave.
I went with Giles. They told me they were everyday and have since the funeral.
There I saw Buffy, Faith, Giles, Xander, Anya, God - even Anya, Willow, Tara, Dawn and Spike, lord help me. They all stood there, staring at the grave like it was hell on earth. Hell with pain. Then Buffy looked up and she spotted me, her hair was tussled, her face streaked with tears. I don't think she had probably stopped crying since the baby had died. Her clothes were dirty like she had spent day and night after day and night here. When did she slay? Did she slay? What did she do? Did she really stay here all day and night? She went to me then and wrapped her arms around my waist and laid her head on my chest and sobbed. She sobbed like she had never sobbed before. She pointed to the grave and I walked towards it and knelt.
Elizabeth Anne Summers
Daughter to Buffy & Angel
Never Knew Life
God Protect Her
2001-2001
I rubbed my hand over the stone, over where her little, tiny, blue body laid. Then I started to cry again. A child I never knew was dead. A child that was mine and Buffy's. I cried for her being blue. From dying. For Buffy’s pain. For my pain. For everyone’s pain.
It was a sad, sad day.
Onlookers grieved for the group of people who looked over a grave wander. For they looked like they had been to hell and back.
Author: Gabrielle Channing
Feedback: ALL Feedback Welcome
Rating: PG
Pairings: B/A
Distribution: Sure, just keep my name on it with my email address and tell me where you put it…
Spoilers: nothing and everything
Disclaimer: Joss, the WB, UPN, David Greenwalt and Fox own everything, I own nothing. No profit gained from writing and no infringement intended.
Summary: Buffy and Angel's baby dies. Angsty.
Author’s Notes:
1. If you would like to receive an update when new chapters/stories are available, sign up by emailing a PM to me.
Dedication: To everyone who reads this.
I decided to go to Sunnydale to see how the others were faring, and my love Buffy. I wept for days afterwards I read the letter. Cordelia, Wesley, and Gunn feared for my safety. They didn't understand at first but then I gave them the letter and then they understood. Oh, yes, they understood then. I wept for the loss of our child, I wept for Buffy, and I wept for myself.
=
I met Giles first, at his place. There were tears in his eyes. He mumbled something about the others and a grave but I knew what he meant; they were all at the grave.
I went with Giles. They told me they were everyday and have since the funeral.
There I saw Buffy, Faith, Giles, Xander, Anya, God - even Anya, Willow, Tara, Dawn and Spike, lord help me. They all stood there, staring at the grave like it was hell on earth. Hell with pain. Then Buffy looked up and she spotted me, her hair was tussled, her face streaked with tears. I don't think she had probably stopped crying since the baby had died. Her clothes were dirty like she had spent day and night after day and night here. When did she slay? Did she slay? What did she do? Did she really stay here all day and night? She went to me then and wrapped her arms around my waist and laid her head on my chest and sobbed. She sobbed like she had never sobbed before. She pointed to the grave and I walked towards it and knelt.
Elizabeth Anne Summers
Daughter to Buffy & Angel
Never Knew Life
God Protect Her
2001-2001
I rubbed my hand over the stone, over where her little, tiny, blue body laid. Then I started to cry again. A child I never knew was dead. A child that was mine and Buffy's. I cried for her being blue. From dying. For Buffy’s pain. For my pain. For everyone’s pain.
It was a sad, sad day.
Onlookers grieved for the group of people who looked over a grave wander. For they looked like they had been to hell and back.