Okay, babies told me I was wrong, but quiet for the moment.
After I posted the drabble, someone posted a comment that it wanted to be longer. So I started thinking about what would happen if, right now, the MoG were free to go to the rescue of Sunnydale. This is what's happened, so far.
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It took three, increasingly impatient knocks before the door was answered by a young girl with long brown hair.
“Yes?”
“Hi, uh, Buffy here?”
She swung the door wide just as another girl went thumping up the stairs at her back. “In the living room.” Turning, she shouted up the stairs, “And stop using my toothpaste!” She pelted up the stairs before Gunn could ask anything else, squealing. “I mean it! You are so going to be in trouble!”
Gunn pushed the door wider with one finger and stuck his head in around the door. Huh, strange bunch. Not what he was expecting from the slayer’s house. Of course, the only slayer he’d ever met was Faith and he didn’t think she and this one were that much alike. Wow, though wouldn’t it be great if they were? He smirked, stepping inside before calling out. “Hello? Anyone here?”
A voice answered, “Kitchen!” another, younger voice chimed in, “Pizza?” Before Gunn had crossed the living room and entered the kitchen, an argument had broken out.
A big, dark haired guy was shouting, “I’m getting sick of pizza! And, I’m telling you, when I’m sick of pizza, there’s just too much pizza being eaten.”
“Sod off, carpenter boy. At least you’re not having to get all your nummies from blood. Let ‘em have their pizza. At least it spares us the sight of you in an apron.”
Gunn raised an eyebrow. How the hell did they function with so many people in such a small space? There were three men and at least 5 women in the one small room. “Uh, hello? Maybe I should introduce myself?” No one turned around. “Looks like you guys could use the Hyperion. I think you’ve got some space issues.” Still no one looked at him. By now the smaller blond guy had joined in on the pizza discussion, his little weasel face pinched in concentration. “So, nice to meet you all. I’m Charles Gunn, you know, up from L.A.” He paused. “Okay,” Gunn took a deep breath and tried again. “Angel Investigations, Charles Gunn, at your service.”
The babble died in mid cry as all eyes fastened on him.
“Hi.”
Two girls in the corner put their heads together. “He doesn’t look like I thought Angel would.”
The other nodded. “And he’s here in daylight, from L.A. How’d he do that?”
The smaller blond guy swallowed hard. “Uh, hi. Andrew here. Formerly evil of the triumvirate of evil, now fighting on the side of good. I’ve been redeemed. I closed the Seal of Danthazar, even.” Andrew shot an evil look over his shoulder when the dark haired guy snorted. “I did! Sure, okay, I had Buffy’s help, but, you know, she’s the slayer. That’s her job.”
“Charles Gunn. We kind of took care of our own apocalypse a little quicker than this one here, so thought we’d come see if we could help.”
The dark-haired guy shoved Andrew out of the way with one shoulder, “Xander Harris. Yeah, we heard about you. Nice to meet you.” His eyes fell to Gunn’s hand. “Nice ax.”
Gunn hefted the ax. “Yeah, thanks. You know, there’s a lot of really strange…“ He paused, “people. Things, out there, with, you know, no eyes? I thought it might be good to have handy.”
The taller blond guy pushed his way past the girls and walked out without speaking. Gunn looked after, a frown on his face. “Who’s British nummies guy and what’s his problem?”
Xander smirked. “Oh, that’s our newest souled vamp. You know, you can’t have too many of those around. He’s just a little tired of people coming up from L.A. to kill him.” Xander shook himself and rubbed his hands together, looking around. “So, anyway, you said we? Where’s the rest of the we?”
“Hotel. We, uh, didn’t think you needed all of us at once. Wes and Fred are doing the research.”
Xander and Gunn shared a wholly normal guy look, half grin, half grimace, until Andrew pushed forward and laid one finger on the silver edged ax.
“Wow, it’s like, like, Mace Windu, going to Geonosis, there, fighting for his life, and ready to lead the Jedi into battle.”
Xander tilted his head, looking at Gunn. “Ya think? Who would I be, then?”
Andrew shrugged, “Oh, you’d be like Quinlan Vos, you know,” his voice dropped, “haunted by the dark side his whole life, trying to do good.”
Xander looked uncomfortable for a moment, then rolled his eyes. “And again with the why aren’t you gagged question.”
“I’m not a hostage! I’ve proven myself!”
“Uh, Slayer?” At Xander’s blank look Gunn shook his head and went on, “She might want to know we’re here?”
“Buffy called me the brains.” Andrew drew Xander’s attention again as he stalked out of the kitchen.
Exasperated, Xander shouted after him. “She was being facetious!”
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That's good, Deena! It's fun to have Spike as 'the taller blond guy' for once.
Thanks, Am! If I get a chance, I'm going to work on it some more today. I just wanted to get up what I had so I'd have to do more. Maybe.
I love it! I love Gunn's reaction to all the craziness (and their reaction to him).
God, you guys are like smoking crack. I'm going to do some more as soon as the babies are asleep.
God, you guys are like smoking crack.
Welcome to the world of fanfic.
At least it spares us the sight of you in an apron.”
(giggle)
Deena, only thing that rang off for me was that "shut up, prisoner." comment. I couldn't put that in Xander's mouth, somehow, unless he was being Teenage Boy nyah-nyah about it?
