Title: Hero Complex
Author: Donna Thorn (aka Vala)
Site: http://wild-youth.com/fanfic/
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Harry Potter crossover
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Buffy/Harry
Rating: PG
Summary: A meeting of two of a kind. A very rare thing indeed.
Notes: This ficlet was inspired by a challenge gotten from Gimme! -- Buffy / motel / crossover / alcohol / saved. Also, the line about "heroic habits" was inspired by Niu of heroic-habits.net.
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Just another knock on the door of her dirty motel room and yet it meant so much more than all the others. A meeting of two of a kind. Except for not so much the same or a kind, in his case. But the hero complex factor was undeniable.
A war was raging and yet moments were still set aside for times like these. A sharing of alcohol and drunken crying and all was saved. Time froze and for a moment, everything was all right. For a moment.
All life was was a series of moments and all but a few were filled with crying and pain and heroic habits for those with an extraordinary hero complex to consider.
Some had a short life expectancy, and therefore a shorter series, than others. Junkies, the terminally ill, heroes -- all were in the same line to get off at an earlier stop.
But the terminally ill and junkies didn't die knowing they'd made a difference in the world. They didn't save the world.
END // 14th Jan. '04 // girlflesh at livejournal dot com
Author: Donna Thorn (aka Vala)
Site: http://wild-youth.com/fanfic/
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Harry Potter crossover
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Buffy/Harry
Rating: PG
Summary: A meeting of two of a kind. A very rare thing indeed.
Notes: This ficlet was inspired by a challenge gotten from Gimme! -- Buffy / motel / crossover / alcohol / saved. Also, the line about "heroic habits" was inspired by Niu of heroic-habits.net.
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Just another knock on the door of her dirty motel room and yet it meant so much more than all the others. A meeting of two of a kind. Except for not so much the same or a kind, in his case. But the hero complex factor was undeniable.
A war was raging and yet moments were still set aside for times like these. A sharing of alcohol and drunken crying and all was saved. Time froze and for a moment, everything was all right. For a moment.
All life was was a series of moments and all but a few were filled with crying and pain and heroic habits for those with an extraordinary hero complex to consider.
Some had a short life expectancy, and therefore a shorter series, than others. Junkies, the terminally ill, heroes -- all were in the same line to get off at an earlier stop.
But the terminally ill and junkies didn't die knowing they'd made a difference in the world. They didn't save the world.
END // 14th Jan. '04 // girlflesh at livejournal dot com