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Covenant Encounters of the Ficlet-Series Kind

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This story is No. 7 in the series "One-stop shop for my FFA's.". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: A series of ficlets both FFA and not involving the Sunnydale gang and the denizens of Ipswich.

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Movies > CovenantamusewithaviewFR13125,9931199,4845 Jan 0830 Jul 08Yes

How To Save A Life

Characters: Cassie, Reid

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She watched him while he bounced a small red rubber ball off the floor and wall of his room. Throw, bounce, bounce, catch, repeat. His eyes weren't even open.

"My life is sort of depressing."

He paused, motion arrested for one brief moment before he dropped his arm, rubber ball loosely gripped in his fingers. "You're dead, blondie."

She sighed, blowing her multi-colored bangs over her cheeks. "Fine. My death is sort of depressing."

"You get to spend it with me," Reid grinned winningly.

"Oh thank you, great one. My unlife has joy again."

Throw, bounce, bounce, catch, stop. "You don't have to be sarcastic."

"Sure I do, it's like when firefighters set a little fire to try and stop a bigger one. My commentary is my only protection from the overwhelming joke that is your life."

He sat up and glared at the pearly luminescent form hovering a foot above his desk. "My life is not a joke."

"Yes it is."

"No, it's not."

"Yes it is."

"No, it's not."

"Joke."

"Not."

"Joke."

"Not."

"Absolutely laughable. See? This is me laughing." Her giggles were a bit forced, not that Reid noticed. He was visibly restraining himself, pale cheeks tingeing pink faintly as his blue eyes crackled with temper.

Throw, CRASH.

"Huh, you gonna fix that?"

His eyes flared black as the bathroom mirror repaired itself, jaw working silently as the tiny shards fused into one whole piece. Abruptly he relaxed, flopping back down on the bed with his eyes closed he raised up one hand and the red rubber ball flew through the air, though not before making a short stop to swirl through Cassie's torso.

"Oh thanks, real mature."

"Why is my life a joke?"

Cassie paused for a minute or so, just long enough for him to crack open his lids to study her, but not quite enough time for him to get fed up and interrupt. "You want the list?"

Rid shut his eyes again. "Not really, but you're gonna tell me eventually whether I want it or not. Opinionated wench," he muttered.

Ignoring his last uncomplimentary remark, the girl began ticking points off with her fingers. "Ok, here goes: you don't have any plans for the future - "

"I got time!"

" - you abuse your Powers - "

"Only for little stuff!"

" - you don't have any meaningful relationships - "

"Hey! I got friends!"

" - with the opposite sex," she eyed him meaningfully.

"That's not fair." Reid grinned lasciviously, "Some of those girls mean a whole lot to me."

"You're almost eighteen, rich, handsome, smart, magically talented, and you haven't ever really done anything. Reid, do you really think you can always go on like you are now? That's not how it works. Karma's not just a bitch, it's the way the world works, believe me - I'm in a position to know."

He sat up, bouncing the ball against the floor. "What do you want me to do?"

"Make a difference, change a life, matter."

"Well, what do you care?"

Her misty eyes turned sad, "You don't want to waste the time you have, Reid. You never know when it's gonna run out." Cassie chuckled harshly, "Unless you grew up me, in which case you know exactly when, and you can't do anything about it."

Reid shifted uncomfortably, anger diverted by his ghostly friend's sadness. "Sorry, Cass."

"It's not your fault. I just don't want you to waste what you got."

"Yeah, yeah, I know." He stood and stretched, letting the red rubber ball fall to the ground and roll under the bed. "Me an' the guys are goin' to Nicky's tonight. See you later?"

"Maybe," she shrugged listlessly, "I don't know when my time here will be up."

Reid nodded and headed for the door, paused, then turned around. His eyes were troubled and he didn't look directly at her. "I'll think about what you said, Cass." He grinned and hummed the opening bars of How to Save a Life, "Gotta matter, I guess, don't I?"

Cassie smirked as the door clicked shut, wiggling happily on the desk. Her eyes flicked up to the ceiling, ignoring the many band posters tacked up and looking beyond. "Mission accomplished," she whispered as her form began to dissipate, "I'll miss the little prick, though."

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