Ficlet: Secrets
FIclet from the zombiepocalypse. BtVS/SPN; Buffy Summers/John Winchester implied; PG; the prompt was "can we talk about my Daddy Issues some other time?"



"You had this the whole time?" he asked.

The guilt was, if she was honest, tearing her apart inside. Much as it had been for the past three weeks, as they were driving across the country and she'd had the prophecy stuffed in her pocket. "I made a promise," she said. Because guilt or no, seriously, who was he to get all high and mighty? "And you're not one of my people."

John stared at her a little longer, and then laughed. It wasn't a nice laugh. "Of course," he said. "But Daddy out there is."

"Giles, and yeah, actually, because hi, I've known him for about nine years now and I've known you, what..." She made a show of checking her watch, which was bitchy, but she didn't care. "Oh, that's right, four weeks. I should trust you why?"

She remembered her dream then, and didn't know why until she saw something flash at his collar. "Oh my god," she said, and reached for his shirt.

"Not here," he said, smirking.

"You wish," Buffy snapped, already grabbing the chain. "Oh my god, you had this the whole time?" She could even ignore the flashing of the amulet -- not easy, because god, tacky much? -- because she was so busy glaring at John. "And yet you were getting all high and mighty with me?"

John shrugged, unfastening the chain and handing her the amulet. "You're not one of my people," he said.

They glared at each other. Buffy was kind of aware of how close together they were. And also that she needed to work off some energy, and that he hadn't shaved in a couple of days.

Giles cleared his throat in the doorway, and they both turned to look at him. One look at his eyes and Buffy had to look away, because he looked kind of -- like he knew exactly what was going on. "It sounds," was all Giles said, "as though the two of you have a bit of explaining to do. I'd very much like to hear it."

"Yeah," she said, at the same time that John said the same thing. They looked at each other, and when he smiled, she felt a little better, suddenly.

Maybe this could work.