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Title: No Tomatoes Author: seraC Email: seraphcelene[at]yahoo[dot]com Spoilers: set during Deep Down Rating: G Archiving: House of Leaves. Everyone else please ask. Summary: A recipe, from Fred to Connor, with love and affection. Feedback: Is like air and highly addictive. In other words, yes, please. Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer and all related characters belong to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, the Warner Company, UPN et al. I’m just taking them out for a little exercise. Dedication: For tha' wrecka on her birthday. Fred spreads disappointment across a slice of white bread along with the mayonnaise. The barest smidge of mustard, spiced with profound loss, gives the sandwich bite. She piles the bread high with layers of bologna interspersed with the finest rage. No tomatoes. Just a spinkle of salt and her vitriol leaking unchecked across the sandwich. A sandwich for Connor. A snack for her baby because that is what he is now that Cordy and Angel are gone. Her baby. "You have been such a bad boy," Fred whispers softly as she cuts the sandwich in half, on the diagonal just like her momma used to do. Upstairs, Gunn waits near Connor's bedroom door. As Fred passes him, plate in one hand, she accepts the taser he offers and slides it into the waistband of her jeans. She knocks on the door gently, a rap of knuckles against the wood and the doorknob turns easily when he answers. Fred smiles brightly at Connor lounging across his bed: "I brought you a snack." end |