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The Very Secret Diary Of Andrew Wells by deird1 (PG)
Fandom: BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER
Pairing: Gen
Length: 2,298 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
deird1
Author Website: just her lj
Why this must be read: This story is about Andrew Wells' work as a Watcher with his own little squad of Slayers. Now, ordinarily I am not especially fond of Andrew, and I might have passed this story by if I did not have faith indeird1's storytelling prowess---and that would have been a shame, because this fic is wonderfully wrenching, and it adds amazing depth and humanity to Andrew's character. I'm always impressed when an author can make me feel for a character I never bonded with before. Also, the way the story is structured to cut back and forth to his Watcher's journal entries works well to reveal all that he isn't saying either out loud or in writing about his mission and his team; by turns, this interplay creates moments that range all the way from lightly humorous to heartbreaking, and gives some of the lines that join the sections more significance and power. Also, the ending is simply perfect in its elegant spareness.
She opens a packet of chips, and gives him a smile. “Sorry, Wells. As much as I’d love to debate this, I just… don’t care. Not tonight. I’m far too excited about tomorrow morning. So yeah – this round goes to you. Batman would win.”
He sits on the couch, and digs into her chips. “You really think a battle is more interesting than imaginary superhero fights?”
“Don’t you? I mean… we get to save the world.” Another smile. “Us! That’s one hell of a responsibility.”
Is it possible to betray someone if you’re both trying to achieve the same thing?
“Yeah. It is.”
“Especially this time. We’re not supporting the crack teams – we are the crack team! The three of us will swoop in, save the day, and leave our backup to do the clean up while we celebrate with beers and pizza. And we’ll get commendations at this year’s conference. This is the life. Definitely.”
Suzanne can smile like she’s never known pain. And her smiles always gleam.
Andrew eats some chips. And then eats a few more. And then he asks quietly: “So… Suzanne, what would you do if you weren’t going to get a reward?”
She regards him quizzically. “That depends on what you mean.”
“What if there were no rewards? No after-battle drinks? What if no-one congratulated you for it? Would you still go and fight, just to save the world?”
He shouldn’t be asking. But he needs to know.
Needs to at least try.
The Very Secret Diary Of Andrew Wells
Pairing: Gen
Length: 2,298 words
Author on LJ:
deird1Author Website: just her lj
Why this must be read: This story is about Andrew Wells' work as a Watcher with his own little squad of Slayers. Now, ordinarily I am not especially fond of Andrew, and I might have passed this story by if I did not have faith in
deird1's storytelling prowess---and that would have been a shame, because this fic is wonderfully wrenching, and it adds amazing depth and humanity to Andrew's character. I'm always impressed when an author can make me feel for a character I never bonded with before. Also, the way the story is structured to cut back and forth to his Watcher's journal entries works well to reveal all that he isn't saying either out loud or in writing about his mission and his team; by turns, this interplay creates moments that range all the way from lightly humorous to heartbreaking, and gives some of the lines that join the sections more significance and power. Also, the ending is simply perfect in its elegant spareness.She opens a packet of chips, and gives him a smile. “Sorry, Wells. As much as I’d love to debate this, I just… don’t care. Not tonight. I’m far too excited about tomorrow morning. So yeah – this round goes to you. Batman would win.”
He sits on the couch, and digs into her chips. “You really think a battle is more interesting than imaginary superhero fights?”
“Don’t you? I mean… we get to save the world.” Another smile. “Us! That’s one hell of a responsibility.”
Is it possible to betray someone if you’re both trying to achieve the same thing?
“Yeah. It is.”
“Especially this time. We’re not supporting the crack teams – we are the crack team! The three of us will swoop in, save the day, and leave our backup to do the clean up while we celebrate with beers and pizza. And we’ll get commendations at this year’s conference. This is the life. Definitely.”
Suzanne can smile like she’s never known pain. And her smiles always gleam.
Andrew eats some chips. And then eats a few more. And then he asks quietly: “So… Suzanne, what would you do if you weren’t going to get a reward?”
She regards him quizzically. “That depends on what you mean.”
“What if there were no rewards? No after-battle drinks? What if no-one congratulated you for it? Would you still go and fight, just to save the world?”
He shouldn’t be asking. But he needs to know.
Needs to at least try.
The Very Secret Diary Of Andrew Wells