Large PrintHandheldAudioRating
using
 paypal
Twisting The Hellmouth Crossing Over Awards - Results
Rules for Challenges

Golden Girl with Feet of Clay

StoryReviewsStatisticsRelated StoriesTracking
Ficlet(s)

Summary: From Jinni's old challenge list. B/X (future) character study. Very, very mushy

Categories Author Rating Chapters Words Recs Reviews Hits Published Updated Complete
BtVS/AtS Non-Crossover > Romance > Buffy/XandersiblingFR131534151,86820 Apr 0720 Apr 07Yes
I own neither Buffy and Xander, who were created by Joss Whedon, or the Shakespeare sonnet that this challenge was based upon. (Included below for context.)

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun,
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts be dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damask'd, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes there is more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go,
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground.
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.
~Shakespeare, Sonnet 130



"You're my hero."

That's what I said to Buffy, all those years ago.

Of course, not many people ever get to know their heroes as well as I have. And, if they're really lucky, they don't get to see their heroes when they stumble and fall -- when they prove that they're only human beings after all.

But I've seen all of that, and more.I've seen Buffy standing triumphantly over the bodies -- or the dust -- of her fallen foes, and I've seen her lying on the ground, badly beaten, gravely wounded, and even dead.

I've basked in the warmth of her smile, her eyes dancing with merriment, and I've comforted her when her pain, physical or emotional, was too terrible to bear any longer.

I've looked upon her with awe and with disgust, with lust and with fury, with sadness and with joy.

Others have worshipped her for her beauty. Others have spied upon her, and witnessed her weaknesses. Others have cheered her, supported her, followed her, because she's the Slayer. Others have stopped her when she pushed her Calling too far, to remind her that she wasn't all-powerful.

I've done all of that, and more.

I saved her life once, by breathing into her waterlogged lungs. Three months later, I threatened to kill her myself.

I've stood by her for years, watched her face the worst that life and the Hellmouths could throw at her. And sometimes it got to be too much for her, and she would run away, in one way or another, from her "sacred duty." One time, I think she even let herself die because her life had become too painful to bear.

But in the end, she's always fought back, and won. Not because she's the Slayer, a superhuman warrior destined to defend the human race against the forces of darkness. But because she's Buffy Summers, one of the finest human beings I've ever known.

And because I've seen her at her lowest . . . because I've seen her fears and weaknesses exposed . . . I understand more than ever how brave and strong she really is.

That's why I still follow her.

That's why I still support her.

And that's why I love her more now, on our 10th wedding anniversary, than I did on the day I married her.

The End

You have reached the end of "Golden Girl with Feet of Clay". This story is complete.

StoryReviewsStatisticsRelated StoriesTracking