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Fic: Wayward Angel 11/11
Title: Wayward Angel
By: Polgara (melindoranightsilver@hotmail.com)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I own none of the recognizable characters. They belong to their respective creators and distributors. Alec Colson’s dialogue comes directly from the Stargate Episode 8.8 Covenant.
Distribution: My site – Worlds of Possibilities, ff.net, Wormhole Crossing, and TtH.
Spoilers: For Buffy everything is game, for Stargate SG-1 direct spoilers for season 8 episode 8 - Covenant - and anything before that.
Setting: Takes place several years after Chosen and starts during SG-1 episode 8.8 - Covenant.
Summary: Life is filled with moments. The decision in each of these defining times shapes who we are and who we will become. They push us forward and back, an intricate dance.
A/N: Chapter titles and lyrics at the beginning of each come from Kasey Chamber’s cd - Wayward Angel. Music was used as an inspiration for the entire piece.
A/N2: Super shout out to Ava for being my personal cheerleader through writing this. Seriously, without her, this may have never been finished.
A/N3: Much thanks goes to Copper, my wonderful beta!
Any and all artwork linked within this fic was created by the lovely Ava.
Yes, this is the last chapter and no there won't be a sequel. Enjoy!!!
Paper Aeroplane
I'm just an old man
My hair is thinning
My head is spinning
I cry myself to sleep at night
And Lordy, Lordy
Though no one hears me
I know you're near me
You will always be my wife.
~ Paper Aeroplane
The priest droned on tonelessly and his words echoed hollowly over the large gathering. Though the verses were meant to comfort those still living, they did little to actually assuage the grief that hung like a sickness over them all.
The feminine hand inside of Daniel’s squeezed painfully as she watched the coffin containing the body of her fallen sister be lowered slowly into the earth. He squeezed it back offering what little comfort he could even though his own heart was broken. Shattered into hundreds of pieces and he wasn’t sure that he’d be able to put them back together this time.
He knew he should be grateful for the time that he had been graced with Buffy. She had warned him that slayers had short life expectancies, even with the way things had changed, but it hadn’t prepared him. Year after year she made it through battles, apocalypses, and alien kidnappings. After they both had retired from the SGC a few years ago he thought the worst was behind them. That she would be there through the end.
But she wasn’t.
His wife of seventeen years had been killed in a car accident. This wasn’t how it was supposed to happen. She was only forty-five. She had years left. To be taken in such a manner wasn’t befitting. She deserved better. She had deserved to die quietly in her bed.
Silent tears trickled down his weary, lined face. They had decided against children because of the hazards of their work so there was no one at home who needed him. Their house was empty and cold without her. The past few nights it had been hard to sleep in their bed knowing she was never going to join him. He gave up at around 3am every night and moved to the sofa.
He was in no way prepared for this. For life without Buffy. They had intertwined themselves so completely that sometimes it was hard to see where one of them ended and the other began. With her gone he felt as if half his soul was missing. An essential part that made his life bright and real.
Around him the people slowly began to leave and he found himself nodding thanks to everyone who offered their condolences. They had all lost her, too. While he didn’t begrudge them their own pain, he was the one who lost his wife. They had lost a friend, a mentor, a role model. For him it was more.
Buffy was it. His love for the ages and now she was gone. There wouldn’t be anyone else for him to share his last days with. Jack, Sam, and Teal’c would be there, but it wasn’t the same. They didn’t share the intimacy that he’d had with her.
She knew him better than he knew himself. Knew when to push and when to hold back. Knew how to make sure he ate and took care of himself. Knew how to love him the way he wanted, needed. Knew how to receive his love in return.
His chest constricted painfully as he fought to hold back the sobs that threatened to rack his body. He needed to remain strong for a little while longer. Plenty of time to fall apart when he got home. Alone.
Dawn tugged on his hand and he turned to look at her grief stricken face. Out of everyone else, she was the only one who was feeling Buffy’s loss as keenly as him. She had been made from Buffy and they had shared a unique bond that he found eerie sometimes over the years.
“Let’s go home,” she said softly.
“It hurts,” he admitted in a hushed tone, not moving from his spot next to the grave.
“I know,” she replied. “But she wouldn’t want us to linger here. The hardest thing in this world -”
“Is to live in it,” he said with a grimace. How many times had he heard Buffy say that? She would want him to go on living no matter how hard it would be without her.
Daniel took a deep breath and gave Buffy’s final resting spot one last look. He knew he would return here often to talk to her. Then he gave Dawn a slow nod and said, “Let’s go.”
~finis~
By: Polgara (melindoranightsilver@hotmail.com)
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I own none of the recognizable characters. They belong to their respective creators and distributors. Alec Colson’s dialogue comes directly from the Stargate Episode 8.8 Covenant.
Distribution: My site – Worlds of Possibilities, ff.net, Wormhole Crossing, and TtH.
Spoilers: For Buffy everything is game, for Stargate SG-1 direct spoilers for season 8 episode 8 - Covenant - and anything before that.
Setting: Takes place several years after Chosen and starts during SG-1 episode 8.8 - Covenant.
Summary: Life is filled with moments. The decision in each of these defining times shapes who we are and who we will become. They push us forward and back, an intricate dance.
A/N: Chapter titles and lyrics at the beginning of each come from Kasey Chamber’s cd - Wayward Angel. Music was used as an inspiration for the entire piece.
A/N2: Super shout out to Ava for being my personal cheerleader through writing this. Seriously, without her, this may have never been finished.
A/N3: Much thanks goes to Copper, my wonderful beta!
Any and all artwork linked within this fic was created by the lovely Ava.
Yes, this is the last chapter and no there won't be a sequel. Enjoy!!!
Paper Aeroplane
I'm just an old man
My hair is thinning
My head is spinning
I cry myself to sleep at night
And Lordy, Lordy
Though no one hears me
I know you're near me
You will always be my wife.
~ Paper Aeroplane
The priest droned on tonelessly and his words echoed hollowly over the large gathering. Though the verses were meant to comfort those still living, they did little to actually assuage the grief that hung like a sickness over them all.
The feminine hand inside of Daniel’s squeezed painfully as she watched the coffin containing the body of her fallen sister be lowered slowly into the earth. He squeezed it back offering what little comfort he could even though his own heart was broken. Shattered into hundreds of pieces and he wasn’t sure that he’d be able to put them back together this time.
He knew he should be grateful for the time that he had been graced with Buffy. She had warned him that slayers had short life expectancies, even with the way things had changed, but it hadn’t prepared him. Year after year she made it through battles, apocalypses, and alien kidnappings. After they both had retired from the SGC a few years ago he thought the worst was behind them. That she would be there through the end.
But she wasn’t.
His wife of seventeen years had been killed in a car accident. This wasn’t how it was supposed to happen. She was only forty-five. She had years left. To be taken in such a manner wasn’t befitting. She deserved better. She had deserved to die quietly in her bed.
Silent tears trickled down his weary, lined face. They had decided against children because of the hazards of their work so there was no one at home who needed him. Their house was empty and cold without her. The past few nights it had been hard to sleep in their bed knowing she was never going to join him. He gave up at around 3am every night and moved to the sofa.
He was in no way prepared for this. For life without Buffy. They had intertwined themselves so completely that sometimes it was hard to see where one of them ended and the other began. With her gone he felt as if half his soul was missing. An essential part that made his life bright and real.
Around him the people slowly began to leave and he found himself nodding thanks to everyone who offered their condolences. They had all lost her, too. While he didn’t begrudge them their own pain, he was the one who lost his wife. They had lost a friend, a mentor, a role model. For him it was more.
Buffy was it. His love for the ages and now she was gone. There wouldn’t be anyone else for him to share his last days with. Jack, Sam, and Teal’c would be there, but it wasn’t the same. They didn’t share the intimacy that he’d had with her.
She knew him better than he knew himself. Knew when to push and when to hold back. Knew how to make sure he ate and took care of himself. Knew how to love him the way he wanted, needed. Knew how to receive his love in return.
His chest constricted painfully as he fought to hold back the sobs that threatened to rack his body. He needed to remain strong for a little while longer. Plenty of time to fall apart when he got home. Alone.
Dawn tugged on his hand and he turned to look at her grief stricken face. Out of everyone else, she was the only one who was feeling Buffy’s loss as keenly as him. She had been made from Buffy and they had shared a unique bond that he found eerie sometimes over the years.
“Let’s go home,” she said softly.
“It hurts,” he admitted in a hushed tone, not moving from his spot next to the grave.
“I know,” she replied. “But she wouldn’t want us to linger here. The hardest thing in this world -”
“Is to live in it,” he said with a grimace. How many times had he heard Buffy say that? She would want him to go on living no matter how hard it would be without her.
Daniel took a deep breath and gave Buffy’s final resting spot one last look. He knew he would return here often to talk to her. Then he gave Dawn a slow nod and said, “Let’s go.”
~finis~