BtVS Double Drabble: Hiding Place
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badly_knittedTitle: Hiding Place
Fandom: BtVS
Author:
badly_knittedCharacters: Buffy.
Rating: PG
Written Using: The dw100 prompt ‘Hidden’.
Spoilers/Setting: The Harvest.
Summary: Buffy keeps certain items hidden from her mom.
Disclaimer: I don’t own BtVS, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
The tools of Buffy’s trade are hidden practically in plain sight, beneath the false bottom of her trunk, and Buffy sometimes wonders what her mom would think if she somehow found them. Not that she ever will, because she doesn’t snoop among Buffy’s things, but still, some of the items might look a bit suspect.
Crosses of various sizes and materials, wooden stakes, vials of holy water, a couple of sharp knives, a few other bits and pieces… The only thing NOT hidden there are cloves of garlic, because the smell would give away their presence. Besides, they’d make her clothes a bit whiffy.
Buffy sorts through her weapons, picks out a couple of stakes, a wooden cross, and some holy water before putting the false bottom back in and returning the trunk to her closet. Checking the door to her bedroom is locked, in case her mom comes knocking, Buffy pulls her coat on, stows everything in her pockets, and slips silently out through the window.
Tomorrow, assuming she stops the world from ending tonight, she’ll go down to breakfast, and her mom won’t even know she went anywhere. She’ll think Buffy spent the night in her room, sulking.
The End
Crosses of various sizes and materials, wooden stakes, vials of holy water, a couple of sharp knives, a few other bits and pieces… The only thing NOT hidden there are cloves of garlic, because the smell would give away their presence. Besides, they’d make her clothes a bit whiffy.
Buffy sorts through her weapons, picks out a couple of stakes, a wooden cross, and some holy water before putting the false bottom back in and returning the trunk to her closet. Checking the door to her bedroom is locked, in case her mom comes knocking, Buffy pulls her coat on, stows everything in her pockets, and slips silently out through the window.
Tomorrow, assuming she stops the world from ending tonight, she’ll go down to breakfast, and her mom won’t even know she went anywhere. She’ll think Buffy spent the night in her room, sulking.
The End
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Date: 2025-11-13 08:18 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2025-11-13 08:31 pm (UTC)Thank you!