This is the sixth of a ten-part drabble series set in the 22'verse, and originally intended for elisi 's birthday three years ago. Lost my way when it was half completed, but recently I was able to find my way back and finish the journey. This is then the first of that second half, so long delayed.
TITLE: “Sitting on the Dock of the Bay.”
CHARACTERS: Xander; Buffy,
A/N: “The power of the night, the press of the storm,
The post of the foe;
Where he stands, the Arch Fear in a visible form,
Yet the strong man must go.”
(Prospice by Robert Browning)
Part Six: “Sitting on the Dock of the Bay”
Xander sat down beside Buffy; silently joining her in contemplating the fishermen landing their catches. He wanted to ask how she was doing, but changed his mind when she gently rested her head on his shoulder.
They both understood that she was handling Spike's death, but didn't want to talk about it just now. Not that they talked much these days; he was simply here for an old friend if she did want to talk.
They talked about his marriage to Faith some; other simple things, until the sun eventually went down, then he left her alone and went off to find his wife.
Goddess watch over us all,