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"Light" turned out to be the most productive

open_on_sunday prompt in some time for me - behold, THREE drabbles! One that I really like and two perhaps somewhat lesser, though still nice...

Morning Shift

Nurse Adams looked up in alarm as five people burst into the E.R. at dawn; a man carrying a beat-up woman, and a redhead and a blonde with a broken hand supporting a girl in a weird dress, bleeding from a cut to her stomach. All seemed to be in total shock. ”Oh dear. What happened?”

They all looked at the redhead, who mumbled something about a robbery.

”Don't tell me; you fought back?” The nurse shook her head in sympathy. ”Never a good idea. You're lucky you got off this light.”

That's when the redhead started crying again.

What Is the Light?

Cordelia's feet left the ground and she slowly started rising upwards.

For a second or two, a familiar voice at the back of her head yelled ”HEY! Just what the hell is going on here? Some demon tells you you're gonna be a God or whatever and you just buy it? Gullible much?”

Then her new, more secure instincts took over. She was powerful now, just look at how she'd helped Connor... and hey, how could a light this bright not be good?

Besides, considering how fast the earth was shrinking under her, it was a moot point.

First light

Sunnydale had never deserved its name since she returned; the weather always seemed gray and overcast. Mornings were the hardest, with no reason to get up.

”Hey, time to wake up! Breakfast! Better hurry though, potentials plus food equals no food...”

”Sleepy. Go away.” Willow turned her head from the door.

The bed rocked as the other girl bounded across it to the window, jolting Willow from her half-sleep. She blinked as Kennedy pulled the curtains apart and became a silhouette against the bright morning light; whaddyaknow, the sun was up.

”Come on, sleepyhead. I'll make you toast...?”