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coprime_recs) wrote2004-07-10 05:30 pm
coprime_recs) wrote2004-07-10 05:30 pm
Xover (Buffy/Neverwhere): Forgotten Girl by monkeycrackmary
Forgotten Girl (Dawn | G | 4,842 words) is Dawn slipping through the cracks after Buffy died. This is a very compelling story, and it merges the two worlds seamlessly. Dawn is wonderfully portrayed as well.
Excerpt:
It was impossible to get a place on a bus, Dawn had been trying for hours. She'd sneak down the back and sit in the shadows, and hope nobody would have the same seat number on their ticket. But they always did, and would call the driver down in a puzzled sort of voice and say 'There must be some mistake', as if they couldn't quite work out what was wrong. Eventually Dawn would get up and climb off the bus again, and watch it drive off without her. She was feeling close to tears. She sat down against the wall of the bus station, drawing her knees up and resting her head on her arms.
"Along came a spider, and sat down beside her." A voice said from somewhere on Dawn's left. She raised her head and looked around. An old guy, obviously homeless from the smell, was watching her. Dawn pushed down on the 'smell' thought, and chided herself for being nasty. She was homeless too, after all.
"You can see me?" her voice sounded way desperate, which wasn't something she'd intended.
"Clear as mud." The man replied with a smile, tapping the side of his nose.
"What's happened to me?"
"I think you already know." The man answered, and Dawn nodded sadly. Yes. It's so easy for somebody to forget their keys. "You've fallen through the cracks of the world." The man went on. "I wouldn't feel too bad about it, though. You're young, there's always buyers for young ones at the market. And American too, so your teeth are good. Flouride in the water, y'see. They used to think that was a plot by the reds, donchaknow."
Excerpt:
It was impossible to get a place on a bus, Dawn had been trying for hours. She'd sneak down the back and sit in the shadows, and hope nobody would have the same seat number on their ticket. But they always did, and would call the driver down in a puzzled sort of voice and say 'There must be some mistake', as if they couldn't quite work out what was wrong. Eventually Dawn would get up and climb off the bus again, and watch it drive off without her. She was feeling close to tears. She sat down against the wall of the bus station, drawing her knees up and resting her head on her arms.
"Along came a spider, and sat down beside her." A voice said from somewhere on Dawn's left. She raised her head and looked around. An old guy, obviously homeless from the smell, was watching her. Dawn pushed down on the 'smell' thought, and chided herself for being nasty. She was homeless too, after all.
"You can see me?" her voice sounded way desperate, which wasn't something she'd intended.
"Clear as mud." The man replied with a smile, tapping the side of his nose.
"What's happened to me?"
"I think you already know." The man answered, and Dawn nodded sadly. Yes. It's so easy for somebody to forget their keys. "You've fallen through the cracks of the world." The man went on. "I wouldn't feel too bad about it, though. You're young, there's always buyers for young ones at the market. And American too, so your teeth are good. Flouride in the water, y'see. They used to think that was a plot by the reds, donchaknow."