disclaimer: Not mine. Belongs to Joss Whedon.
prompt: hot chocolate
summary: Lorne's seeing familiar and not so familiar faces in his sleep.
shout: For fireweaver.
He had dreams about them. Even the ones he never met.
His favorites were the ones where the slayer's mom made him hot chocolate with little marshmallows. Like she did for Spike, she said. She asked about Spike too. With a worried mother tone.
"It's Christmas today. There." The blonde girl remarked.
Willow's Tara. Oh how Lorne liked this one. She was gentle.
"Do they have Christmas in Pylea?"
"You should go to them today. What a gift."
"Sweetpuss, I told Angel-"
"Not Angel. Willow. The slayers. Faith."
Lorne awoke with the taste of chocolate on his tongue. Sixth sense. I see dead people. To England then.
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