Title: Seeking Solace

Author: Ally

E-mail: Insanechica14@aol.com

Rating: PG

Spoilers: None, unless you missed Season 5.

Distribution: E-mail me if you want it...don't know why you would....

Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns Buffy, JK Rowling owns HP.

Summary: They looked for one thing: Solace.

Notes: Short, 221 word drabble. Nameless, but you'll know who. Enjoy!

She found solace in him. And he in her. She knew that "death was her gift." He knew that he was the downfall of his world's enemy. And for months, the comforted each other.

Long silent walks on the beach, or walks through the city streets. His arm wrapped around her, or the pair held hands. Both would stay inside on the full moon, knowing what creatures lurked in the dark. After dinner, they always read. Her, a magazine, him, a book. Then they retired to bed, where they faced one another, holding hands.

The same pattern day in, day out. Until one day, when she told him everything. Within fifteen minutes, she was crying. He offered comfort, like always. He then in turn shared his story. She gave him the comfort he craved. After two more months, they separated. Each going home. She didn't cry, and neither did he. They returned to their lives, each enveloped into their old habits.

Each month, they met somewhere new, for only one night. For only they understood the comfort given and taken. They found respite in each other. The Chosen One and the Boy Who Lived. Together, they continued living, though apart. Each looking forward to that night. The one time they found their peace.

Now he stood at her funeral. Seeking solace.