Written for TV100 LJ community's challenge of Prompt Suggestions, using three specific words. I used all of the suggestions, one for each drabble:
-fingerprints, broken window, sighs
-marbles, rain, drapery
-toothbrush, whispering, accident
-howling, winter, speed
-bare feet, dripping tap, laughter
-passing car, nausea, surprise
Prologue: Dreams
by Zzilly14
Dawn found herself in her bedroom at home - the one that had just been destroyed hours earlier along with the rest of Sunnydale.
She glanced at the window and noticed that oddly-shaped fingerprints covered the glass.
"I wonder what caused that..."
She walked over and attempted to clean the prints off when the window suddenly cracked.
"Oops."
She heard sighs echoing around the room and turned to see nothing. When she looked back at the broken window, she saw her mother floating outside.
"Mommy?" she cried.
"Never forget me," she smiled with a glow. "And never forget what you are..."
...
He couldn't believe it. He was back in high school?
"You're a one-eyed freak, Harris!" a jock laughed as he passed him.
"This isn't real," Xander told himself. "It's only a dream. Sunnydale High is history."
A soft voice landed on his ears like a gentle rain. "History does not show the future. Dreams can."
He turned around and gasped. Tara stood before him, wearing a flowered dress that reminded him of the drapery in the Summers home.
"Are you the first Slayer? Because frankly, I don't want to lose my marbles."
"You won't lose the red one," she smiled.
...
Buffy blinked. She was home. In her living room.
She heard whispering and went to the kitchen cautiously, wishing she had her stake. She was surprised to find both of her parents talking civilly.
"Mom? Dad?" The Slayer managed to spit out.
"Hey Buffy," Joyce greeted. "We were just discussing the accident at school."
"Accident?"
Hank nodded. "You didn't hear about it? The gym was... blown up."
"Oh," Buffy sighed. "Look, I didn't mean to..."
Joyce interrupted. "Mean to stay out late? I know, honey. We'll let it slide this time."
As she headed upstairs, she wondered where Dawn was.
...
New York City. The need for speed. Party like it's 1999. But isn't it 2003?
She was banging with a guy named Ross... Ricky, maybe? She was a wolf howling at the moon.
And then she kicked him out, like she did to Xander. Why go into a relationship when you can just have great sex?
"Faith," a voice said quietly. "You can have so much more."
The dark-haired Slayer was ready to pounce and froze when Robin came out of the shadows. His winter coat seemed to glow.
"Wood... how's it hanging?"
"Watch for the road ahead. Be ready."
...
Drip, drop. Children laughing. Drip, drop.
Willow followed the sounds down a dark corridor. The walls began to narrow. The light at the end became farther and farther away.
"I can't breathe!" she screamed.
Suddenly she was in her kitchen, staring at the dripping tap. She shook her head and turned the faucet off when the laughter ceased abruptly.
"It's my Barbie, Xander! Give it!"
Willow smiled at the younger version of herself, who was sniffing her bare feet. She gasped when the girl slapped her friend.
"I'm telling!" Xander pouted.
"But I thought you loved me!" both Willows protested.
...
Giles was back in England. He was home.
No, Sunnydale was his home. It had been for the past seven years...
"Rupert," a familiar voice laughed. "What a surprise! When did you get in?"
His tears almost fell. Nausea enveloped his stomach. He felt dizzy.
"Jenny?"
"I've been waiting for you. For a long time."
"Is this... heaven? Am I dead?"
The former teacher smiled. "You're sleeping, Rupert. But before you wake up, I need to tell you something."
She embraced him and whispered in his ear delicately.
Suddenly a passing car took his angel away, leaving the Watcher
dumbfounded.