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Summary: A bunch of drabbles. Mostly Femslash. Crossovers with Supernatural x CSI x CSI: Miami x CSI: New York x Heroes x Grey's Anatomy x Charmed x Veronica Mars x Harry Potter x Underworld x One Tree Hill x NCIS

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Multiple Crossings > GeneralRavenMorbiskFR153021,58323314,8249 Feb 089 Mar 08Yes

Scars (BtVS/CSI)

These drabbles could *possibly* be used in the future for an existing fic or a new fic.

Author: Raven Morbisk
Title: Scars
Email: whatever_who_cares@msn.com
Disclaimer: I don’t own, you can’t sue.
Author’s Notes: Day one, drabble one.
Fandom: BtVS/CSI

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Years of being a Slayer had given Buffy an internal clock, signaling when it was time to get up. The sun was already down but her partner’s shift didn’t start for another couple of hours. Glancing to her side she saw her partner still sound asleep. As quietly and gently as possible she eased her way out of the bed and got dressed.

Buffy didn’t know why she was feeling guilty of leaving the sleeping form to wake up alone, it wasn’t the first time she slipped out of a person’s bedroom after a night, day in this case, of meaningless sex. She shouldn’t be feeling this, feelings like hers would lead to a relationship and that relationship would eventually lead to more pain than she was willing to handle.

She was almost gone without a trace when something caught her eye that she hadn’t seen before. Walking to her partner’s side of the bed she knelt down and stared at the bare back covered in scars of all sizes. Not being able to resist she traced the meanest looking ones with a barely detectable touch of her finger.

“Who hurt you, baby?” Buffy whispered.

“I could ask you the same thing.” Came the whisper back. Buffy halted her movements when the words registered in her mind. Taking her eyes off of the scars she stared into sad brown eyes, instantly knowing Sara wasn’t talking about the physical but the emotional scars.
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