Happy birthday to ayinhara, kimbyann, and scarlettgirl.
And there’s a drabble! This isn’t exactly a birthday fic, just me being self-indulgent. I read tinpanalley’s beautiful little Riley/Willow drabble “Not Available”, set out to write something along the same lines as a possible birthday fic for one of the above, but it didn’t quite turn out that way. 100 words. May contain character bashing.
As You Should Have Been
Riley and Sam waved goodbye as the helicopter approached.
“Riley, one last thing,” Willow called, beckoning him towards her.
Riley walked over to the witch. “What is it, Willow?”
“This.” Willow took a shovel from behind her back and delivered a mighty two-handed swing to Riley’s temple. He toppled to the ground, his brains oozing from his shattered skull.
Sam rushed to her husband and gazed in horror at his corpse. “Why, Willow?” she gasped.
“It’s his own fault,” Willow shrugged. “What part of ‘if you hurt her I will beat you to death with a shovel’ didn’t he understand?”