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myficsTitle: The Definition of Cruelty
Pairing: Warren/Andrew, implied Jonathan/Andrew
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1,000
Disclaimer: Me = Poor. Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, et. al = Filthy Rich. Note the difference.
Summary: The First visits Andrew in Mexico for the second time, but Andrew doesn't realize that it isn't the true ghost of Warren.
Notes: I've never written Buffyverse before, so this probably isn't very good, but this was one of those things that either I had to post right away, or I'd lose my nerve about it. Feedback? Would be really nice right about now.
“Are you in hell?” Andrew asks. It’s the second time Warren’s ghost has visited him in Mexico, and he’s been wondering about that ever since the first time.
“What?” Warren replies, sounding shocked.
“Are you in hell?” Andrew repeats. “I mean…you’re not now, obviously. But before. When you…when she killed you. Did you go to hell?”
Warren shrugs. “I wouldn’t call it ‘hell’ exactly, but it’s a world without shrimp. Which I find particularly heinous. And you’re talking to a guy who was tortured with his own bullet and then had his skin ripped off while he was still alive, so I think I’m a good judge of the definition of cruelty.”
“Did it hurt?” Andrew asks. “When she…did that to you?”
Warren shakes his head. “No. Felt like having playful bunnies licking me on my non-existent skin. Dumb ass.”
“Sorry,” Andrew says quietly.
“Doesn’t matter. All that matters is that I died and I’m back and better than ever, baby. Except for the whole non-corporeal thing. But that’s where you come in, right? You’re going to help me, aren’t you, Andy?”
“I—I don’t know. I mean…the killing people we care about was always more your thing than mine. You know, with Katrina and all.”
Warren draws a sharp intake of breath. “I thought I told you never to mention that again.”
“Sorry.”
A dismissive wave of Warren’s hand. “Doesn’t matter. Have you thought about it, Andrew? Just one quick stab and then it’s all over. Then Jonathan can come join me.”
“But you’re in a world without shrimp. Jonathan likes shrimp. And other assorted sea foods. I don’t think he’d like it where you are.”
“Maybe he’ll end up in another dimension. I’m not sure why I ended up in no-shrimp land.”
Andrew bites his lip. “Still, I mean…I don’t think I could ever kill someone.”
Warren comes closer, close enough that Andrew tries to reach out and touch him, but his hand falls through nothingness.
“Not even for me? You couldn’t do it for me, Sunshine?”
“Don’t call me that,” Andrew says.
“Why not? Haven’t you always been my Sunshine?”
“I was Warren’s Sunshine,” Andrew says, an edge creeping into his voice. “But you’re not really Warren. I don’t know what you are, but you’re just…a memory of him. Or an apparition. I don’t know. But Warren is gone, and…so is Sunshine.”
Warren stares at him closely for a moment, and then a look of dawning comprehension crosses his face. “Oh, I see,” he says softly. “So Frodo in there,” he motions towards Andrew and Jonathan’s filthy little bathroom, where Jonathan has been for the last ten minutes, trying to soothe his shy bladder, “has picked up where I left off, huh?”
“I…I don’t know what you mean,” Andrew says evasively.
“Fucking you,” Warren says bluntly. “He’s fucking you now, isn’t he?”
Andrew shakes his head. “No. He’s not. We…we don’t do that.”
“But you want him to, is that it?”
“No.”
“I can’t believe this, Andrew. You want that C fucking 3PO in there, The Midget Robot That Could—“ Warren pauses at the word ‘robot’ before continuing, “—to fuck you? To take my place?”
“I—I don’t want anyone to ever take your place,” Andrew says. “Never.”
“Good thing, because Jonathan will never love you or take care of you like I did, Andrew. He’s nothing but a twitchy little house elf or something.”
“He—he takes care of me,” Andrew insists. “He keeps me safe.”
Warren comes close again and reaches out a hand, trying to fist it in Andrew’s t-shirt, to no avail.
“Let’s get one thing straight, Andy. No one will ever take care of you like I did. Ever. And you’re just throwing all that away to pine after Sparky in there. Shy Bladder Sparky? Did I not mean anything to you? Were you glad I died? Glad I was skinned alive? My body burned like the heathens of old or something?”
“No!” Andrew insists. “No, I wasn’t glad! I cried for days, but Jonathan told me it was for the best. He didn’t seem to care. He didn’t care that you were gone. At all. And how could I ever want Jonathan when I’ve had you?”
Warren stays silent for a moment, the familiar calculating look staining his features.
“Good,” he says softly. “Good.” More strength to his voice now. “See what a shit Jonathan is? See how bad he is for you? Just kill him and it’ll all be over. Kill him for me, Andy.”
Andrew stares down at his hands, twisting them in his lap.
“Couldn’t I just like…kill maybe…a cow? Or get some blood from a butcher shop?”
“We’ve been over this, Andrew. It’s got to be fresh, and it’s got to be human.”
“But why Jonathan?”
“Because that nasty little piece of work deserves it. He kept us apart when I was alive, always snooping around in places he didn’t belong, always hanging around and never giving us a moment alone, always putting you down…”
“You always put me down.”
“But I only did it because I loved you. He didn’t. He never loved either of us. Don’t you see, Andrew? It’s the only way. Jonathan was unfaithful to us. He helped the Slayer. If he hadn’t, I would’ve killed her then and I wouldn’t have had to resort to that gun. I wouldn’t have pissed off the witch. I’d still be alive. It’s all Jonathan’s fault. Don’t you see, Andrew? Jonathan needs to pay for that disloyalty.”
Andrew runs a hand through his hair nervously.
“Are you sure this will make us gods?”
“Absolutely.”
“And Jonathan won’t end up in a hell dimension? Or even in the one without shrimp?”
“We’ll be gods, Andrew. We can go to whatever the fuck dimension that we want.”
“And then you and me? We’ll be together again? Corporeally? I miss the uh…”
“Fucking?”
“Touching.”
“Yes, Andrew. We’ll be corporeal again.”
Andrew closes his eyes and steels himself. “Okay. I’ll do it.”
Pairing: Warren/Andrew, implied Jonathan/Andrew
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1,000
Disclaimer: Me = Poor. Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, et. al = Filthy Rich. Note the difference.
Summary: The First visits Andrew in Mexico for the second time, but Andrew doesn't realize that it isn't the true ghost of Warren.
Notes: I've never written Buffyverse before, so this probably isn't very good, but this was one of those things that either I had to post right away, or I'd lose my nerve about it. Feedback? Would be really nice right about now.
“Are you in hell?” Andrew asks. It’s the second time Warren’s ghost has visited him in Mexico, and he’s been wondering about that ever since the first time.
“What?” Warren replies, sounding shocked.
“Are you in hell?” Andrew repeats. “I mean…you’re not now, obviously. But before. When you…when she killed you. Did you go to hell?”
Warren shrugs. “I wouldn’t call it ‘hell’ exactly, but it’s a world without shrimp. Which I find particularly heinous. And you’re talking to a guy who was tortured with his own bullet and then had his skin ripped off while he was still alive, so I think I’m a good judge of the definition of cruelty.”
“Did it hurt?” Andrew asks. “When she…did that to you?”
Warren shakes his head. “No. Felt like having playful bunnies licking me on my non-existent skin. Dumb ass.”
“Sorry,” Andrew says quietly.
“Doesn’t matter. All that matters is that I died and I’m back and better than ever, baby. Except for the whole non-corporeal thing. But that’s where you come in, right? You’re going to help me, aren’t you, Andy?”
“I—I don’t know. I mean…the killing people we care about was always more your thing than mine. You know, with Katrina and all.”
Warren draws a sharp intake of breath. “I thought I told you never to mention that again.”
“Sorry.”
A dismissive wave of Warren’s hand. “Doesn’t matter. Have you thought about it, Andrew? Just one quick stab and then it’s all over. Then Jonathan can come join me.”
“But you’re in a world without shrimp. Jonathan likes shrimp. And other assorted sea foods. I don’t think he’d like it where you are.”
“Maybe he’ll end up in another dimension. I’m not sure why I ended up in no-shrimp land.”
Andrew bites his lip. “Still, I mean…I don’t think I could ever kill someone.”
Warren comes closer, close enough that Andrew tries to reach out and touch him, but his hand falls through nothingness.
“Not even for me? You couldn’t do it for me, Sunshine?”
“Don’t call me that,” Andrew says.
“Why not? Haven’t you always been my Sunshine?”
“I was Warren’s Sunshine,” Andrew says, an edge creeping into his voice. “But you’re not really Warren. I don’t know what you are, but you’re just…a memory of him. Or an apparition. I don’t know. But Warren is gone, and…so is Sunshine.”
Warren stares at him closely for a moment, and then a look of dawning comprehension crosses his face. “Oh, I see,” he says softly. “So Frodo in there,” he motions towards Andrew and Jonathan’s filthy little bathroom, where Jonathan has been for the last ten minutes, trying to soothe his shy bladder, “has picked up where I left off, huh?”
“I…I don’t know what you mean,” Andrew says evasively.
“Fucking you,” Warren says bluntly. “He’s fucking you now, isn’t he?”
Andrew shakes his head. “No. He’s not. We…we don’t do that.”
“But you want him to, is that it?”
“No.”
“I can’t believe this, Andrew. You want that C fucking 3PO in there, The Midget Robot That Could—“ Warren pauses at the word ‘robot’ before continuing, “—to fuck you? To take my place?”
“I—I don’t want anyone to ever take your place,” Andrew says. “Never.”
“Good thing, because Jonathan will never love you or take care of you like I did, Andrew. He’s nothing but a twitchy little house elf or something.”
“He—he takes care of me,” Andrew insists. “He keeps me safe.”
Warren comes close again and reaches out a hand, trying to fist it in Andrew’s t-shirt, to no avail.
“Let’s get one thing straight, Andy. No one will ever take care of you like I did. Ever. And you’re just throwing all that away to pine after Sparky in there. Shy Bladder Sparky? Did I not mean anything to you? Were you glad I died? Glad I was skinned alive? My body burned like the heathens of old or something?”
“No!” Andrew insists. “No, I wasn’t glad! I cried for days, but Jonathan told me it was for the best. He didn’t seem to care. He didn’t care that you were gone. At all. And how could I ever want Jonathan when I’ve had you?”
Warren stays silent for a moment, the familiar calculating look staining his features.
“Good,” he says softly. “Good.” More strength to his voice now. “See what a shit Jonathan is? See how bad he is for you? Just kill him and it’ll all be over. Kill him for me, Andy.”
Andrew stares down at his hands, twisting them in his lap.
“Couldn’t I just like…kill maybe…a cow? Or get some blood from a butcher shop?”
“We’ve been over this, Andrew. It’s got to be fresh, and it’s got to be human.”
“But why Jonathan?”
“Because that nasty little piece of work deserves it. He kept us apart when I was alive, always snooping around in places he didn’t belong, always hanging around and never giving us a moment alone, always putting you down…”
“You always put me down.”
“But I only did it because I loved you. He didn’t. He never loved either of us. Don’t you see, Andrew? It’s the only way. Jonathan was unfaithful to us. He helped the Slayer. If he hadn’t, I would’ve killed her then and I wouldn’t have had to resort to that gun. I wouldn’t have pissed off the witch. I’d still be alive. It’s all Jonathan’s fault. Don’t you see, Andrew? Jonathan needs to pay for that disloyalty.”
Andrew runs a hand through his hair nervously.
“Are you sure this will make us gods?”
“Absolutely.”
“And Jonathan won’t end up in a hell dimension? Or even in the one without shrimp?”
“We’ll be gods, Andrew. We can go to whatever the fuck dimension that we want.”
“And then you and me? We’ll be together again? Corporeally? I miss the uh…”
“Fucking?”
“Touching.”
“Yes, Andrew. We’ll be corporeal again.”
Andrew closes his eyes and steels himself. “Okay. I’ll do it.”
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Date: 2007-05-21 08:44 am (UTC)Your Warren is so perfect - I can never bring myself to make him that much of a bastard. asddfggkhjgfh; I love how he just completely deflects the idea that he isn't Warren, I love "I thought I told you never to mention that again." and god, I love the jealousy and the hints of the twisted relationship they used to have. "Fucking?" "Touching." God, Kaci, I can really only keymash helplessly. HI I FANGIRL YOU OKAY BYE. :>
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Date: 2007-05-21 10:56 am (UTC)Even when he's like...The First, and shit.
And um...I don't write it because...I'm bad...at it???
Heh.
Self-deprication: Always a fun hobby. ;-D
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Date: 2007-05-21 12:22 pm (UTC)"guhbuh. So in love with you right now...."
SO NYAH YOU'RE NOT A SUCKY WRITER.
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Date: 2007-05-21 09:47 pm (UTC)