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crack_van2009-10-07 12:00 pm
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Poster Boy by Sarah T. (FRC)
Fandom: BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER
Pairing: none
Length: 1,587 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
harriet_spy
Author Website: Sometimes You Need a Story
Why this must be read:
This fic is old and it's short, and it's excellent. Just a brief scene about Xander dealing with Jesse's loss and the realities of life in Sunnydale, and Giles trying to help him. I love the mix of bitterness and care in this.
When he and Willow and Jesse had been little, they used to play a game with "Missing" posters. There were new ones around town almost every week, and there were points for whoever got one first. Five points for a little kid, ten points for a grownup. They hid their collection in Xander's basement, behind the washing machine.
They were nine years old the first time one of the kids they went to school with was on a poster. Xander had been so excited he had run right into his house clutching it and squealing. His mother heard him and asked him what he had. When he showed it to her and explained the game, her face got dark and she slapped him. "It's not a game!" she snapped. "One of these days, it's going to be you!"
Go. Read. Love. Tell the author.
Poster Boy
Pairing: none
Length: 1,587 words
Author on LJ:
harriet_spyAuthor Website: Sometimes You Need a Story
Why this must be read:
This fic is old and it's short, and it's excellent. Just a brief scene about Xander dealing with Jesse's loss and the realities of life in Sunnydale, and Giles trying to help him. I love the mix of bitterness and care in this.
When he and Willow and Jesse had been little, they used to play a game with "Missing" posters. There were new ones around town almost every week, and there were points for whoever got one first. Five points for a little kid, ten points for a grownup. They hid their collection in Xander's basement, behind the washing machine.
They were nine years old the first time one of the kids they went to school with was on a poster. Xander had been so excited he had run right into his house clutching it and squealing. His mother heard him and asked him what he had. When he showed it to her and explained the game, her face got dark and she slapped him. "It's not a game!" she snapped. "One of these days, it's going to be you!"
Go. Read. Love. Tell the author.
Poster Boy