Damsel in Distress, My Ass

[Locked from Danny]

A List of Things I Don’t Want to Talk About

-I’m a slayer. Don’t ask me how.
-The whole Heaven thing
-The whole buried thing.
-Coffee table is now weapons chest. Thank God Danny hasn’t opened it.
-Nightly patrols
-The other night when he was awake.
-Mom
-Angel
-Spike
-My scars
-What happened in Indiana
-The average life expectancy of a slayer
-The whole destiny schtick

Make a list of the gifts that you would give to other people, if money and power were no object.

Most of these are kind of non-material. I mean sure I put some material stuff on there ‘cause who doesn’t love presents of the material kind.

We’re gonna separate this by person:

Willow: I’d rewind time and save Tara for her. There’s not much else I can do for Willow because she’s all ‘power’ girl herself.

Xander: I want Xander to realize what an amazing guy he is and give him a little gumption in the girl department. Ask Renee out already! She likes you!

Giles: So much rewind. There aren’t enough apologies in the world. Ms. Calendar. Also an Urban Dictionary. He could understand all the mini-me’s.

Oz: Peace. World and inner because it’s the only thing I can think of that he really needs or might want.

Dawn: A normal life with a white picket fence, Mom and a Dad (I’d probably pick Giles despite the fact that my brain still needs to be scrubbed of police car knowledge) that sticks around. I’d probably even throw in a dog. Also I’ll toss in Shia Lebeauf because I think she’d appreciate him more than a normal life. Plus he can teach me the whip skills he learned in Indiana. Dawnie don’t let Shia drink and drive. You’ll show up on E Hollywood news and that would not be as cool as you think it would. But if you do, please please wear cute underwear ‘cause the media will Britney you.

Danny: This one was hard. I’m going to say job security because I know how much he loves his job, peace of mind, safety for the people he loves, Louie awake and healthy, harmony between his family and his job (which I know is never going to happen but you did say power was not an issue), lifetime season tickets front row behind the batter (I think that’s the best seat) to the Yankees and the Harley he wants.

Baileigh: A long life full of happiness with Boy or whoever else she chooses, acceptance of what she is and the Pucci shoes she wants

Spike: Happiness. Perfect or otherwise. He deserves it. Forgiveness, but then I gave this to him a long time ago.

Angel: Closed loopholes. Perfect happiness, self forgiveness, realization that he is not that person, acceptance and redemption.

To all the girls: I wish you monsters, long life and pretty shoes.

Now that I’ve thoroughly abused someone’s power, probably PB&J’s, I’ll give it back.

Buffy plopped down on the couch, sending the blue and chocolate colored pillows she’d recently bought flying to the ground. She put one foot on the ground and stretched out her arm to collect them all and put them back on the couch. She’d been working most of the afternoon, pushing things around, moving furniture and unpacking stuff. Four weeks ago, Danny’s apartment had been a typical bachelor pad. The furniture was nice and everything was clean enough but it was obvious a woman didn’t stay there for an amount of time. Now, in the month she’d known him, his apartment had changed drastically. It had sort of become her apartment too even though they’d never really had that ‘you should move in’ discussion. There had always been this understanding that she’d find her own apartment there; this situation was temporary. Only it didn’t look temporary. Not anymore.

There were pillows on the couch and candles on all the tables that hadn’t been there before. As a joke she’d taken her favorite pair of Marc Jacobs heels and arranged them on the end table against the lamp. She’d hung a couple of her dresses on the ends of the curtain rods for the same joking factor. She’d told him she was going to empty her suitcase and decorate with its contents. So now she was unpacked, suitcases mostly empty and stored under the bed; clothes in the closet next to his, dresser drawers appropriated and shoes lining the floor of the closet. And how could guys live with so few pairs of shoes? It was a mystery she’d never really get. She’d moved the weapons chest Xander had made her out of the corner and to the foot of the bed then she’d draped this white Shetland wool blanket she’d gotten in Scotland across the top of it.

The bathroom had been completely Buffy-fied. There were candles sitting on the counter alongside bottles of bubble bath. Her shampoo was on the shower shelf next to Danny’s and her toothbrush occupied the space next to his. She kept most of her bathroom stuff in a basket under the sink because really, she was kind of a neat freak but her perfume sat out next to Danny’s cologne. She actually had washed some of her stuff in the sink earlier so her bras and some really cute underwear were draped across the tub and hanging from the shower rail. She thought Danny would be amused in any case and he needed something to smile about.

Her coats, and there were too many-- She might have a jacket fetish as well as a shoe fetish; the jury was still out on that—were hung in the front closet next to Danny’s and everything looked cozy, couple-ly and that worried her. It wasn’t that she didn’t like the cozy, couple-ly because she did, a lot but there was still so much that he didn’t know and leaving would be so much harder now with the packing and the making sure she got everything so he didn’t have to be reminded of the freak he’d dated once weeks later when he came across the top of hers that had slipped behind the bed.

“Right, enough of that,” Buffy told herself as she pushed up off the couch, ducking into the kitchen, past the punching bag that hung in the door frame. That was new as well, and courtesy of her. When she’d first hung it, she’d been good about taken it down after her workout but now, a week later, they were just ducking past to get something to drink or silverware or whatever. It wasn’t like either of them used the kitchen a great deal. Buffy had banned herself from using fire unless she intended on destroying things with it but Danny cooked breakfast some mornings when he didn’t have to go into work. She grabbed a glass of milk and carried it out to the balcony. She sat it down on the small mosaic side table she’d bought and all but laid down in the massive papasan chair that had been delivered today. Danny was constantly out on the balcony smoking and thinking. She thought he should have a place to sit so she’d ordered it last week. She grabbed the eggplant blanket she’d put out there and snuggled into the papasan. She opened the small drawer in the side table and pulled out a package of cigarettes and a lighter then lit one and set it in the ashtray as she pulled her feet into the chair with her and wrapped her hand around her glass of milk. She had a trashy romance novel already sitting in the chair but for now she’d just sit here, smell the cigarette smoke and watch everything outside. Unpacking was a good idea, even if it would make everything cut like glass later. This had been Danny’s place before but now, with her things scattered around it instead of regimented to suitcases in a corner of the bedroom, it felt like hers too.

Drive hard I'm callin' all the shots
I got an ace card comin' down on the rocks.
Oh so hot no time to take a rest yeah
Act tough ain't room for second best.
Real strong got me some security
Hey I'm a big smash I'm goin' for infinity yeah.

She gets underestimated a lot. Tiny, blonde and let’s face it, she acts like a ditz but she uses that to her advantage. It’s never really bothered her; in fact, she kind of likes that moment when they realize she’s so much more than she seems. She gets that little feral grin that would scare her a bit if she ever actually saw it and then the slayer takes over. She’s a weapon. All by herself and it’s taken her a long time but finally she’s comfortable in her own skin. She even likes her power now, likes the way it feels to slay and run. The way she doesn’t get tired and she doesn’t wind. She knows she’s a control freak but she’s okay with that now too. She’ll always have to be the one in charge because she’s spent far too many years being General to ever be solider. It’s taken her over ten years but Buffy is finally past normal and likes who she is. Willow always did say she was a sweet girl but not that bright.

Whitney used to be good before she became a crack head.

Prompt 1B 1

Greatest moments of love…ever

I’m so going to assume this is personally, otherwise I’d end up writing up a list of greatest moments of movie love.

1. When I jumped from that tower for Dawn. Yeah…for Dawn. Saving the world was icing. Saving her was the mission. I know that’s not how I’m supposed to be. I don’t care.

2. Curing Angel from that poison. I was eighteen and at that moment it was the greatest sacrifice for love I’d ever made. I thought he was going to kill me and I figured…thirty percent chance they’d stop the mayor without me but Angel would live.

Pattern much? This is why I listed it as one of my weaknesses.
3. This is coming from a distance and some days I’m not there yet but some days I am: When Willow brought me back. I hated it. I hated every single day and there are some days the world still hurts so much I want to cry but there’s no doubt in my mind she brought me back because she loves me and she was afraid I was in Hell.

4. Spike and when he cratered Sunnydale. He knew I didn’t love him and I knew it but I also knew he loved me and what he was doing was probably for me.

5. Giles right after Will had brought me back. I needed him so much.

6. Angel. That day at the ice rink when the Superbowl champ attacked me. He was so worried about me seeing and touching his vamp face. I was telling the truth when I said I never even noticed.

And I’m stopping here because I’m going emo-tastic and I’m going to go wake my boyfriend up. Was this supposed to be a happy prompt?