A Very Buffy HolidayAuthors:
Buffy the Vampire Slayer / TorchwoodSpoilers:
Through Buffy / Angel series finales and Torchwood Series 2 / Doctor Who Series 4.Rating:
Everything is owned by Joss/Fox and Russell/BBC!Note:
This is the first of a series of ficlets that will take place at various holidays and fit in between the plots of So Buffy Met Jack
. However, for the most part, it's not necessary to read SBMJ first.TWO SILVER RINGS
With one of Ianto’s special Christmas peppermint mochas in hand, Buffy strolled along a line of shops bustling with fellow holiday shoppers eager to enjoy the sights and sounds or just finish up and get home. She was a little of both, really – she loved Christmas, with the lights and the warm feelings of home and happiness, but she did have a man waiting for her at said home, eventually. Once he was done hanging out with Rhys at the pub. (Those two had hit it off surprisingly well; Rhys loved to hear all of Spike’s stories about Dracula and demons and traveling the world, and Spike loved to tell them.) So, really, she could fully justify spending a few hours dropping more than a few paychecks on presents.
Two hours and an armful of bags later, Buffy had almost picked up everything on her list. Gwen and Rhys, Ianto and Jack, her sister and some of the Mini Slayers… The only one left was Spike, the person she’d been saving for last.
The little jewelry store was tucked between a homey cupcake bakery and a bookstore that exclusively sold mystery novels, new and used – the smell of old paper mingled in the air with fresh baked batter and the delectable scent of vanilla frosting. It was a familiar scent by now, since she’d walked down this street dozens of times in the past few months, making her plans and worrying like crazy that she might not be doing the right thing. What if he thought it was a stupid idea? They’d never really talked about these things, it was always just left unsaid, but now, with everything that had happened… If something was ever going to be said, she was just going to have to be the one to do it.
Tiny frosted evergreen trees nestled in the windows among glimmering jewels and shining silver, with soft lights sparkling off their surfaces to entice patrons. Buffy took a deep breath and stepped inside for only the second time, despite her many visits to the windows. Yet, when the owner’s wife saw her, she was smiling and heading over before the door had even shut behind her.
“Welcome back, my dear,” were the only words needed as the woman presented Buffy with a small box containing two shining platinum rings. One band was wider than the other, with a more masculine feel than its daintier match. The California girl had to choke back tears as she picked up the rings, absolutely perfect and everything she’d wanted, right down to the identical hand-engraved words inside.
“Thank you so much,” she whispered to the older woman, who simply patted her hand and nodded. Twenty minutes later, with paperwork and packaging complete, Buffy walked out of the little store with a smile on her face and butterflies in her chest. She was doing the right thing, she knew it, but Christmas Eve couldn’t get here soon enough.