Title: Dust to Dust

Author: Janet Lynn

(janet324@comcast.net)

Rating: R

Pairing: Xander/Jesse implied

Warning: This is all about the angst

Genre: BtVS

Disclaimer: All things BtVS belong to Joss Whedon (my god), Mutant Enemy, etc. I own nothing, so please don’t sue me. I just want to play with the yummy beings that Joss created.

Spoilers: “Welcome to the Hellmouth” and “The Harvest”.

Distribution: Shara Nesu’s Place, The Inspiration and list archives. Everyone else, just ask. I’m generous.

Website: http://www.geocities.com/stricken_girl/FortheFaithfulEntrance.htm

Author’s Notes: This is dedicated to Willa who inspired the pairing with her wonderful slash sonnets. *Smoochies*

AN2: This is my first drabble. I don’t think I have ever written anything so short.

Summery: Xander remembers.

Inspiration challenge #66 – Write a drabble that is angsty.

Thanks to my sister Steph for the beta and Cat for the challenge that inspired this little piece.



Dust to Dust
By Janet Lynn
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The brunette stood in front of the mirror, looking at his dust covered, naked form. In the harsh light of the bathroom, it was plain to see the fine layer of dust on his face and hands. He remembered the way it had fallen over his body like rain, coating him with his failure and horror.

Before he walked into the cold, tile filled room, he had stripped off all his clothes, underwear and socks included, and laid them systematically on his bed. Careful not to disturb the sediment now embedded in the fibers, he had folded the clothing as precisely and gently as possible. He had never been so vigilant with his clothing before. Not even with his best Sunday outfit that he had to keep nice and clean or face his father’s wrath.

Once the clothes were folded to the boy’s satisfaction, he had found a plastic bag large enough to hold them and placed them inside, wrapping it with enough duct tape to seal up a small boat. He then hid the bag in the back of the closet were no one, not even Willow would be able to find it.

Now that the ash covered clothes were gone, all he had left was the dirt on his face. He snuck out his tongue to lick off the fine layer coating his lips. Lightly he sobbed as the taste of death filled his mouth. This was not what he wanted. He missed the taste of lips, skin and cum. The taste of his first kiss, his first love, his best friend, his first vampire kill.

Opening eyes he never realized he had closed, he smiled painfully at the streaks of white skin now showing through the grey of dust on his cheeks as his tears flowed freely. He pushed away from the sink and stepped into the hot shower to wash away the last remaining evidence that his love ever existed.

“I’m so sorry Jesse,” Xander whispered as he watched the dust filled water flow over his body and down the drain, to be lost forever.



~~The End~~