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Walking After Midnight by Chelle, NC17
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ladyoneill aka Laure Alexander and I'm driving the van for Buffy and Angel, my very first fandom! I'm so excited to be doing so, as I've been in the fandom since the middle of Season 2. Yes, that long ago! Back in the beginning there were only a couple of email lists, no yahoogroups (or its predecessors), only a few archives for fanfic, certainly no LJ, and only about a hundred writers. Boy have things changed! It's a great pleasure to see the fandom continuing to thrive with new fans and writers arriving all the time, but I'm going to share with you some of those old, old gems of stories, written back when the fandom was new and small. While there are great stories being produced today, most of my favorites are ten years old at least. While many of the authors are long gone or moved onto other fandoms, some of the fics are still available online, and I've managed to find several of my favorites. Most of the stories will be BtVS for the simple fact that, in many cases, AtS didn't exist yet, but there will be many 'ships as, well, I read everything back then and shipper wars were pretty much non-existent!
Fandom: BTVS/ATS
Pairing: Buffy/Spike
Length: Twenty two chapters
Author on LJ:burningeden
Author Website: Burning Eden
Why this must be read:Chelle starts with the idea that Buffy is crippled and develops a beautiful, plot and character driven story that intertwines some of the themes of Season 4, going off in new directions on many of them. Buffy is bitter and frustrated and both Giles and Joyce are overwhelmed. There is one person, though, who understands her. Spike. Spike is chipped and Chelle writes him as he was in Season 4--brash, bold, belligerent--and not in love with the Slayer, at least not at first. Everyone is wonderfully depicted, including Angel. Maggie Walsh is used in an interesting way and there are some new characters as well, all well fleshed-out. A few later chapters are co-written bysyzylynx of Secrets & Lies fame which I would be reccing like crazy if it was finished. Her Spike and Buffy mesh beautifully with Chelle's vision of the pair. Oh, and there's hot sex, pain, angst, more pain, and fighting, too. Just a great fic!
Giles swore softly and put the icepack back over his eyes. “She’s not handling it well.”
“I didn’t either when I was crippled.” Spike grinned when a woman on the television was brutally shot and killed. “I wanted to take it out on everyone. I wanted to cripple everyone and make them all feel what I felt. No one knows what it’s like to be confined to a wheelchair until it happens to them. You’re mad and you’re pathetic and you can’t help it.”
Giles listened carefully to every word the vampire was saying. Spike had been crippled for months. He had been exactly where Buffy was emotionally and was describing everything the Slayer must be feeling. An idea began to form in the back of his mind. The vampire needed a place to stay. Somewhere safe and private, where the other demons would not find him. Joyce needed someone to look after Buffy when she was working or had to go out of town for her gallery. Spike was harmless, unable to bite anyone and unable to hit anyone. It had potential.
It had the possibility of Buffy staking the annoying vampire. She could still use her hands, after all.
“Spike, I have a proposition for you.” Giles leaned forward and put his icepack on the coffee table.
“Look, I know that this movie is dead sexy and stuff, but I’m not that kind of man. Thanks anyway. I’m flattered.”
“Not that kind of proposition, you stupid blighter.” Giles reached toward the television and flipped it off. “Another one. I think we may be able to help one another out.”
<><><><><>
“Absolutely not!” Buffy shouted, rolling her wheelchair around the couch and toward the kitchen. “I would rather die!”
Joyce glanced at Giles, then followed Buffy through the house. “It’s only for a few hours a day. Spike will stay in the basement and only come out to make sure you’re comfortable and have breakfast and lunch. I’ll take care of everything else, honey.”
“No!” Buffy bumped the island in the middle of the floor, bounced back, and found herself stuck between the stove and the sink. She swore loudly, yanked her wheels back and almost flipped, causing Giles to jump forward and grab her. “I don’t need your help!” She cried, grabbing a glass from the dish drainer. She rolled to the sink, locked her wheels and leaned forward, struggling to fill her glass.
Giles watched her for a few painful seconds and moved forward again. He was pushed aside by Spike, who had been listening from the doorway of the basement. The vampire unlocked Buffy’s wheels, rolled her away and snatched the glass, filling it with cool water. He held it out, waiting patiently for her to take it.
Buffy smiled gratefully at the blond, took the glass, then threw it at him, hitting him square in the chest with it. Spike caught the plastic glass before it could hit the floor. He filled it under the tap, smiled down at her and did the same to her, soaking her t-shirt. Astonished, Buffy could only stare down at her soaked body.
Spike filled the glass again and sat it on the countertop. “If you get thirsty enough, there it is. If you throw this out, you can just suck on your shirt to keep from dehydrating.” He turned to look at Joyce and nodded at her. “The basement is fine, Joyce. Thank you for the fresh linens and the refrigerator.” He turned his gaze back to Buffy. “I think this is going to work out just fine.”
Walking After Midnight
ladyoneill aka Laure Alexander and I'm driving the van for Buffy and Angel, my very first fandom! I'm so excited to be doing so, as I've been in the fandom since the middle of Season 2. Yes, that long ago! Back in the beginning there were only a couple of email lists, no yahoogroups (or its predecessors), only a few archives for fanfic, certainly no LJ, and only about a hundred writers. Boy have things changed! It's a great pleasure to see the fandom continuing to thrive with new fans and writers arriving all the time, but I'm going to share with you some of those old, old gems of stories, written back when the fandom was new and small. While there are great stories being produced today, most of my favorites are ten years old at least. While many of the authors are long gone or moved onto other fandoms, some of the fics are still available online, and I've managed to find several of my favorites. Most of the stories will be BtVS for the simple fact that, in many cases, AtS didn't exist yet, but there will be many 'ships as, well, I read everything back then and shipper wars were pretty much non-existent!Fandom: BTVS/ATS
Pairing: Buffy/Spike
Length: Twenty two chapters
Author on LJ:
burningedenAuthor Website: Burning Eden
Why this must be read:Chelle starts with the idea that Buffy is crippled and develops a beautiful, plot and character driven story that intertwines some of the themes of Season 4, going off in new directions on many of them. Buffy is bitter and frustrated and both Giles and Joyce are overwhelmed. There is one person, though, who understands her. Spike. Spike is chipped and Chelle writes him as he was in Season 4--brash, bold, belligerent--and not in love with the Slayer, at least not at first. Everyone is wonderfully depicted, including Angel. Maggie Walsh is used in an interesting way and there are some new characters as well, all well fleshed-out. A few later chapters are co-written by
syzylynx of Secrets & Lies fame which I would be reccing like crazy if it was finished. Her Spike and Buffy mesh beautifully with Chelle's vision of the pair. Oh, and there's hot sex, pain, angst, more pain, and fighting, too. Just a great fic!Giles swore softly and put the icepack back over his eyes. “She’s not handling it well.”
“I didn’t either when I was crippled.” Spike grinned when a woman on the television was brutally shot and killed. “I wanted to take it out on everyone. I wanted to cripple everyone and make them all feel what I felt. No one knows what it’s like to be confined to a wheelchair until it happens to them. You’re mad and you’re pathetic and you can’t help it.”
Giles listened carefully to every word the vampire was saying. Spike had been crippled for months. He had been exactly where Buffy was emotionally and was describing everything the Slayer must be feeling. An idea began to form in the back of his mind. The vampire needed a place to stay. Somewhere safe and private, where the other demons would not find him. Joyce needed someone to look after Buffy when she was working or had to go out of town for her gallery. Spike was harmless, unable to bite anyone and unable to hit anyone. It had potential.
It had the possibility of Buffy staking the annoying vampire. She could still use her hands, after all.
“Spike, I have a proposition for you.” Giles leaned forward and put his icepack on the coffee table.
“Look, I know that this movie is dead sexy and stuff, but I’m not that kind of man. Thanks anyway. I’m flattered.”
“Not that kind of proposition, you stupid blighter.” Giles reached toward the television and flipped it off. “Another one. I think we may be able to help one another out.”
<><><><><>
“Absolutely not!” Buffy shouted, rolling her wheelchair around the couch and toward the kitchen. “I would rather die!”
Joyce glanced at Giles, then followed Buffy through the house. “It’s only for a few hours a day. Spike will stay in the basement and only come out to make sure you’re comfortable and have breakfast and lunch. I’ll take care of everything else, honey.”
“No!” Buffy bumped the island in the middle of the floor, bounced back, and found herself stuck between the stove and the sink. She swore loudly, yanked her wheels back and almost flipped, causing Giles to jump forward and grab her. “I don’t need your help!” She cried, grabbing a glass from the dish drainer. She rolled to the sink, locked her wheels and leaned forward, struggling to fill her glass.
Giles watched her for a few painful seconds and moved forward again. He was pushed aside by Spike, who had been listening from the doorway of the basement. The vampire unlocked Buffy’s wheels, rolled her away and snatched the glass, filling it with cool water. He held it out, waiting patiently for her to take it.
Buffy smiled gratefully at the blond, took the glass, then threw it at him, hitting him square in the chest with it. Spike caught the plastic glass before it could hit the floor. He filled it under the tap, smiled down at her and did the same to her, soaking her t-shirt. Astonished, Buffy could only stare down at her soaked body.
Spike filled the glass again and sat it on the countertop. “If you get thirsty enough, there it is. If you throw this out, you can just suck on your shirt to keep from dehydrating.” He turned to look at Joyce and nodded at her. “The basement is fine, Joyce. Thank you for the fresh linens and the refrigerator.” He turned his gaze back to Buffy. “I think this is going to work out just fine.”
Walking After Midnight