Finally reached my teenage fic; which is kind of appropriate when you think about it. Had a rip roaring start to the year but, despite not posting much of anything, let alone fics, this year I have never felt a loss of confidence that I wouldn't write more. Very slowly my stressed asperger-y coping mechanisms/routines have begun to abate and the ideas that have been swimming around in my head have started making their way onto the page; now into a form that can be posted. I actually posted a couple of drabbles I'd forgotten about, so I have written more than I thought; which feels good actually.
Anyway to that thirteenth story, which links the past of the Slayer line with the future; both in terms of Buffy's story, but also the story outside the show's universe, because of a character that was created for Angel the Series.
Title was inspired by this poem ~ www.poetryfoundation.org/poems-and-poets/p
TITLE: The Rivers of Command
FANDOM: Buffy the Vampire Slayer (post-s7)
CHARACTERS: Buffy Summers; Rona; Dana;
SUMMARY: Slayers are heroes, but Slayers are also Human; with their own Human flaws and prejudices. Slayers are also women; denied, or relieved of; as you perceive it, the menstrual cycle. This also means that those who might wanted children were denied the choice of whether to have their own. Until Tara, or Willow, dependant on which 'verse you perceive this story to be set, set about breaking one of the chains the first Watchers imprisoned them with. This is a story set in the early days of a new reality for the new Slayers born of the spell that created the Army the Watchers never wanted to see.
Buffy listened; not too fond of what she heard.
Or that Rona wasn't interrupting, until she turned; apparently staring into nothing, since Buffy wasn't there, dipping her head to one side, gently; twisting it sideways, inclined sharply.
Buffy sensed a faint chuckling before the subject of the humour appeared in front of her; tampon pretty obvious between her legs.
She was impressed; not least by the way Dana walked straight through them to stand alone about forty feet beyond their collective embarrassment.
Rona, Buffy beside her; divesting themselves of their underwear, joined her; passing either side of the chagrined squad of trainees.
Buffy started to shake her head; until she realised that Rona wasn't deferring command; informing her instead that she wasn't in command either.
Smirking, Buffy took a single step back in unison with her oldest Trainer.
There was a single point of light; a pinprick really, that only a Slayer might see. Buffy caught Rona reaching down; then across to her, feeling something wet being daubed across her belly.
It was menstrual blood.
She smiled; Rona had made her choice.
The three settled.
Step by step, moving forward.
The trap was set, they just had to wait for their victims to spring it.
Goddess watch over us all,
Kerk(evik) TehKek Hiraeth