FANDOM: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
GENRE : Slash
PROMPT: 100. Move.
WORD COUNT: 551 words.
SUMMARY: This is supposed to be the start of her new life. So why can't she shake him?
WARNINGS: None. Pre-slash.
NOTES: X-Posted to lover100. Follow up to Benevolence.
DISCLAIMER: You recognize them? I don’t own them.
The night Kit Harris moved into her dorm was cold and wet. As she watched her Da hoist the cardboard box onto his shoulder, she couldn't help but feel five years old again.
“Do you need help?” she asked, meekly twirling a strand of red hair around her index finger. “I can probably grab something.” She paused, watching him face her.
“I got it, Little Bird. Don't you worry about your Da.” He smirked. “You remind me of your dad.” His blue eyes suddenly dulled. “He'd love to see where you've gotten and what you've become.”
Kit focused her gaze on the ground. Rubbing her hands together, she sighed. “Do you think he'd be proud of me?”
“Yes. You're doing something he always wanted to but never got the chance. Auntie Willow and Buffy did this but it wasn't for him. That was one thing he wanted for you. Anywhere but where they went...though.”
Kit gently played with her silver ID bracelet. She knew it had been a gift from her dad but she barely remembered him. He had died when she was just four. If she closed her eyes and thought really hard, she could remember the three of them, snuggled up on the couch, Da reading from the old book of Mother Goose rhymes.
Her deep brown eyes misted over with tears as they approached the tall building with triangular windows. She knew she had to be grateful for her Da. He had always been there, raising her the way he saw fit. Homeschooling her at night...teaching her right from wrong...he had been her rock when life got tough. However, now...she was nostalgic for a man she barely knew.
“What is it, Katherine?”
“I don't remember Dad.” She fumbled in her pocket, looking for her ID card. “I forgot him.” She beckoned him forward.
Her da set the cardboard box down and wrapped his arms around her. She leaned into him, inhaling his special scent of Marlboro cigarettes, blood and whiskey. “Now...Pet...what's this about forgetting your dad?”
“I don't remember him. I mean...I should remember him but I can't.” She blinked back tears.
“Little Bird, he's always with you. He's in the stars. Remember what Grandmum says?”
“You told me never to listen to Grandmum. Not after she told me I had to eat the eyes of the mailman.”
Her da scoffed. “Drusilla's barmy but she knows what she's talking about when it comes to that. Your Dad's in the stars.” He gently caressed her cheek. “You have his eyes. Even as a newborn, you had his eyes. His eyes...he lives in you.”
Kit pulled away. “Are we ready to do this?” She pointed to the box. “Not that I don't love you, Da, but I want to start my new life. Didn't you always tell me not to fear change...unless I was cornered in an alley by someone with bad teeth and a bumpy face?”
Her da laughed. “That's my bird. Ready to move in?”
Throwing her gaze to the sky, she noticed that the clouds had parted revealing a brilliant moon.
“Yes, Da. I'm ready.”
With that, she pressed her gold and maroon ID card to the sensor, opened the door and prepared to start anew.