White Noise
Summary: Buffy is dealing with her decision and William goes
looking for revenge
Rating: PG-13
Feedback: It's my shining light: glitter_girl_msp@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: Joss owns my soul.
Timeframe: A/U Fantasy...about a week after Stand by Me, Buffy has
had an abortion that day takes place in evening immediately
following
Beta: S_Star, Emi, my *very* impatient beta reader
Note: *WARNING* contains references to abortion.
Dedicated to: *Emi* for constant encouragement, this one's yours
The silence is deafening.
Her head is a blur of white noise. She doesn't know if what she
has just done is right or wrong or somewhere in between. She
doesn't know anything anymore. All certainties are now void.
Except, that is, for William.
All she knows is that she does not know anything she thought she
knew, and she just can't face to be alone in her head right now.
"Will, can I stay here tonight? I don't think I could handle going
home."
"Sure, pet." He sat down beside her and stroked an errant strand
of hair away from her face. His voice was low and concerned. It
was so comforting she wished she could wrap herself up in it.
She closed her eyes, wriggling to get comfortable, to stop the
inevitable flow. The blood which pours out of her.
"Hi, Joyce? It's Will. How are you? And the li'l bit? That's good.
I just called to say that Buffy and I were watching a movie and
she crashed out. Is it okay if she stays here? I don't want to
wake her, she's so cute when she's sleeping." He sticks her tongue
out at her. "Okay, I'll tell her. Bye."
"You'll tell her what?" A playful smile on her face. That was the
first time he'd seen her smile all day. Hell, all week. You could
fall in love with that smile.
"So, are you gonna tell me or are you just gonna build the
suspense for a while?" she said.
"She said to say she loved you when you woke up."
"Oh." She smiled again, but it was different this time. Wistful,
kind of bitter. The smile of someone grown too old too soon.
"Are you okay, pet? I mean really okay?" He held her by the
shoulders and stared straight into her eyes. Her eyes began to
overflow.
"No. Oh, what if I've done the wrong thing?"
"Sssh…" He reached and pressed his lips to her hand. "I am so
proud of you, you did what you needed to do at the time in a
difficult situation. Don't beat yourself up about it."
"William, hold me. Please hold me."
He climbed on top of the covers, sliding in behind her and holding
her close to him.
"Never leave me," she whispered.
"Never," he promised.
And with that she softly fell asleep in his arms.
^_^
00:30 am
He awakes with a start and stares at the beautiful girl nestling
in his arms. She looks so calm and so at peace. All he ever wanted
to do was keep her safe, here in his arms. He was the #$%@-up not
her. She didn't deserve such pain. The sheer agony etched on her
face earlier…the thought of it made him boil over with anger.
He gently slipped away from her embrace, writing a quick note and
placing a butterfly kiss upon her cheek. "I love you," he croaked,
almost inaudibly, as he slipped off into the night.
^_^
He was instantly recognisable as he sped through the streets.
Notorious, in fact. Bleached blonde hair, all in black, cheekbones
to die for. He was the lust object of the underground. The word on
the street is he's a demon in the sack; the word on the street is
he's a demon in a fight.
He stopped outside a particularly sleazy bar, sweeping in black
coat floating behind him, thumbs in his jeans.
"Liam? I'd like a word. Outside."
"Oh, look, it's Buffy's little English prince. Come to claim child
support?"
"Proud of the fact that you knocked her up and abandoned her are
you?" William growled "You #$@#$% arsehole, leaving her to deal
with all that alone, if you come near her again, I'll make sure
you pay."
With every word, Will threw a fresh punch, till Liam lay bloodied
and sullied on the bar room floor. William sweeps back out again
with dignity.
He's about to step upon his motorbike when he feels a hand on his
shoulder and a fist in his face. Four of Liam's friends lay into
him until he himself is lying bloodied and broken in the dirt.
He lights a cigarette, enjoying every draw, his energy spent but
his hatred not forgotten, so he tosses his butt and heads back to
where he is appreciated.
^_^
She awakes cold and alone, suddenly aware that William is no
longer beside her. She finds a note beside her.
"Lizzie -
just gone out to get some cigarettes, keep my space warm for me,
luv?
William x"
"Chain-smoker," she says mock disparagingly, but she falls back to
sleep with a smile on her face.
^_^
2:30 am
He staggers in, trying to be quiet.
He fails miserably.
"Will?" she murmurs in her little girl voice.
"Lizzie, it's me."
"Are you drunk?"
"How can you tell that, you're half asleep!"
"I know you too well!" she laughs and opens her eyes.
"Oh, Will, what happened?"
"I went looking for that bastard...to beat him #$@#$% senseless
and he got four of his pals to fuckin' jump me."
"Will, for fuck's sake, not everything can be solved by violence
and alcohol!"
"No, but a lot of things can!"
She grinned infectiously "Wait here." She came back and tended to
his wounds.
"There, all better. Sort of."
"I'm suppos'd to look after you and here you are bloody looking
after me."
"Why'd you do it, silly?"
"I couldn't see you in that much pain without doing something
about it."
"Next time, just stay with me, okay?"
"Lizzie, I love you." And with that he collapses in a drunken
stupor.
"You too," she whispers, kissing his cheek.
And so the white noise returns as she sits alone with only the
mute darkness for company.
Summary: Buffy is dealing with her decision and William goes
looking for revenge
Rating: PG-13
Feedback: It's my shining light: glitter_girl_msp@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: Joss owns my soul.
Timeframe: A/U Fantasy...about a week after Stand by Me, Buffy has
had an abortion that day takes place in evening immediately
following
Beta: S_Star, Emi, my *very* impatient beta reader
Note: *WARNING* contains references to abortion.
Dedicated to: *Emi* for constant encouragement, this one's yours
The silence is deafening.
Her head is a blur of white noise. She doesn't know if what she
has just done is right or wrong or somewhere in between. She
doesn't know anything anymore. All certainties are now void.
Except, that is, for William.
All she knows is that she does not know anything she thought she
knew, and she just can't face to be alone in her head right now.
"Will, can I stay here tonight? I don't think I could handle going
home."
"Sure, pet." He sat down beside her and stroked an errant strand
of hair away from her face. His voice was low and concerned. It
was so comforting she wished she could wrap herself up in it.
She closed her eyes, wriggling to get comfortable, to stop the
inevitable flow. The blood which pours out of her.
"Hi, Joyce? It's Will. How are you? And the li'l bit? That's good.
I just called to say that Buffy and I were watching a movie and
she crashed out. Is it okay if she stays here? I don't want to
wake her, she's so cute when she's sleeping." He sticks her tongue
out at her. "Okay, I'll tell her. Bye."
"You'll tell her what?" A playful smile on her face. That was the
first time he'd seen her smile all day. Hell, all week. You could
fall in love with that smile.
"So, are you gonna tell me or are you just gonna build the
suspense for a while?" she said.
"She said to say she loved you when you woke up."
"Oh." She smiled again, but it was different this time. Wistful,
kind of bitter. The smile of someone grown too old too soon.
"Are you okay, pet? I mean really okay?" He held her by the
shoulders and stared straight into her eyes. Her eyes began to
overflow.
"No. Oh, what if I've done the wrong thing?"
"Sssh…" He reached and pressed his lips to her hand. "I am so
proud of you, you did what you needed to do at the time in a
difficult situation. Don't beat yourself up about it."
"William, hold me. Please hold me."
He climbed on top of the covers, sliding in behind her and holding
her close to him.
"Never leave me," she whispered.
"Never," he promised.
And with that she softly fell asleep in his arms.
^_^
00:30 am
He awakes with a start and stares at the beautiful girl nestling
in his arms. She looks so calm and so at peace. All he ever wanted
to do was keep her safe, here in his arms. He was the #$%@-up not
her. She didn't deserve such pain. The sheer agony etched on her
face earlier…the thought of it made him boil over with anger.
He gently slipped away from her embrace, writing a quick note and
placing a butterfly kiss upon her cheek. "I love you," he croaked,
almost inaudibly, as he slipped off into the night.
^_^
He was instantly recognisable as he sped through the streets.
Notorious, in fact. Bleached blonde hair, all in black, cheekbones
to die for. He was the lust object of the underground. The word on
the street is he's a demon in the sack; the word on the street is
he's a demon in a fight.
He stopped outside a particularly sleazy bar, sweeping in black
coat floating behind him, thumbs in his jeans.
"Liam? I'd like a word. Outside."
"Oh, look, it's Buffy's little English prince. Come to claim child
support?"
"Proud of the fact that you knocked her up and abandoned her are
you?" William growled "You #$@#$% arsehole, leaving her to deal
with all that alone, if you come near her again, I'll make sure
you pay."
With every word, Will threw a fresh punch, till Liam lay bloodied
and sullied on the bar room floor. William sweeps back out again
with dignity.
He's about to step upon his motorbike when he feels a hand on his
shoulder and a fist in his face. Four of Liam's friends lay into
him until he himself is lying bloodied and broken in the dirt.
He lights a cigarette, enjoying every draw, his energy spent but
his hatred not forgotten, so he tosses his butt and heads back to
where he is appreciated.
^_^
She awakes cold and alone, suddenly aware that William is no
longer beside her. She finds a note beside her.
"Lizzie -
just gone out to get some cigarettes, keep my space warm for me,
luv?
William x"
"Chain-smoker," she says mock disparagingly, but she falls back to
sleep with a smile on her face.
^_^
2:30 am
He staggers in, trying to be quiet.
He fails miserably.
"Will?" she murmurs in her little girl voice.
"Lizzie, it's me."
"Are you drunk?"
"How can you tell that, you're half asleep!"
"I know you too well!" she laughs and opens her eyes.
"Oh, Will, what happened?"
"I went looking for that bastard...to beat him #$@#$% senseless
and he got four of his pals to fuckin' jump me."
"Will, for fuck's sake, not everything can be solved by violence
and alcohol!"
"No, but a lot of things can!"
She grinned infectiously "Wait here." She came back and tended to
his wounds.
"There, all better. Sort of."
"I'm suppos'd to look after you and here you are bloody looking
after me."
"Why'd you do it, silly?"
"I couldn't see you in that much pain without doing something
about it."
"Next time, just stay with me, okay?"
"Lizzie, I love you." And with that he collapses in a drunken
stupor.
"You too," she whispers, kissing his cheek.
And so the white noise returns as she sits alone with only the
mute darkness for company.