I got stabbed, you know, right here.

Mal ,'Shindig'


Buffista Fic: It Could Be Plot Bunnies  

Where the Buffistas let their fanfic creative juices flow. May contain erotica.


Nicole - Sep 24, 2003 9:51:26 pm PDT #6821 of 10001
I'm getting the pig!

relieving their lives and homes of demons...or whatever they need to be ridded of. Are you getting all this or do I need to type it up in a memo for you?"

"Oh, I'm hearing you quite well, Queen of the Glammed," Wesley replied with a surly expression. "And I will have to decline on that memo since I've seen you hen peck before and I'd like to get a few things done before the sun goes down today."

Angel walked out of his office and stood next to Cordelia's desk. "Is it possible for us to go one day without the two of you arguing?" he asked.

Neither Cordelia or Wesley broke eye contact with the other.

"Angel, I was just elaborating on what we do here at Angel Investigations to Wesley since he seemed to be confused about..."

"I beg your pardon. Being that I'm the one out in the field doing most of the assisting with the demon killing that we get paid for, I was about to explain to Cordelia here that if she got to work on time now and again to answer the telephone herself, we might have more clients."

Angel felt his aggression mounting and tried to repress it. "Cordelia, prior to the customer hanging up from being on hold for so long, I picked up the line and took his information for you. Wesley, here's the client's address," he said, while handing Wesley a slip of paper. "Go there. Check it out. If you need me, call me. If you'd rather pretend whatever you find is Cordelia and kill it on your own, be my guest."

Wesley pocketed the slip of paper, adjusted his glasses and smirked at Cordelia. "Well, I'll be on my way then, Angel," he said as he walked away with a sense of obvious triumph. He paused by the entrance of the office in order to put on his suit jacket.

"Excuse me! I wasn't the one advising the client to blow up their own attic," Cordelia told Angel. "I saved that client. If it wasn't for me there wouldn't have been anyone on hold for you to talk to."

"I can still hear you," Wesley said, standing in the open entrance to the office.

"I said it out loud, Mr. Suck Up."

Entering his office, Angel decided he'd had enough, "Cordelia! That's enough!" he growled. "Wesley is not your employee and you are not his boss. I am."

Wesley, satisfied that he wasn't in trouble with Angel, closed the office door behind him and left to check out an attic.

Angel continued, now somewhat calmer, "Wesley was attempting to help in your absence. There was no reason to insult his efforts."

"I'm sorry, but did I interrupt a Men Supporting Men group meeting? Last I checked, we had an answering machine."

"Close the door and sit down."

"Yes sir," Cordelia snipped. She shut his office door and plopped down in one of the two chairs in front of Angel's desk.

Angel took the chair opposite of Cordelia with a loud sigh. "Wesley has been dealing with something rather disturbing these past couple of days. Something that I just found out about this morning."

"And how does this affect me?"

"Depends. Have you been having any strange dreams lately?"

Part Three

Buffy stumbled through her morning routine of showering and getting dressed. It was hard enough co-habititating with four other people in Xander's cramped basement. Severe lack of sleep wasn't helping matters any.
One major question was still haunting her. Since Willow had nothing to do with the dream, why did dream-Faith mention expecting what happened to happen with Willow?

There was a knock on the bathroom door.

"Come in."

Her watcher Giles entered with his hand over his mouth, barely containing a yawn. He leaned against the sink feeling exhausted but still managing to notice that Buffy looked worse than he felt. "You look tired, Buffy. I realize you're dealing with an abundance of loose ends at the present time but you do need to rest once in a while," he told her. Giles was concerned that with Adam loose, Riley locked away inside the Initiative compound and being uprooted from her home, that Buffy was in over her head.

"I was out late patrolling. No big," Buffy replied in a casual tone while pulling her blond hair up into a ponytail. Over her life span, she had fought werewolves, vampires and demons. There was no reason to tell everyone that a dream had managed to effect her so much. Especially a dream in which she had been encroaching on the new world of lesbianism with a rouge slayer.

"Right. Patrolling. So...the bags under your eyes are just overnight luggage? Because they appear to resemble a five.... or possibly even a seven day holiday," Giles remarked, while running a hand through his hair.

Hanging her towel on the door hook, Buffy said, "I'm good, Giles. I just need to come up with a plan. Riley may or may not be in serious danger and a man made killing machine that has no discernible weakness is wandering the streets of Sunnydale where he recently killed a small child. This may not be apocolyptic but I'd rather not sit back and wait for it to get any worse."

"I share your concerns, Buffy. However, the reoccurring dreams about Faith..."

"Faith? How do you...?"

"Willow told me that you were having dreams about Faith and that you accused her of...."

Buffy cut him off again, "I didn't accuse Willow of any thing and I told her about some very private things in confidence. Also known as confidential." Buffy couldn't believe Willow would tell Giles about this.

"I don't care if you accused her of anything. My priority is you, Buffy. You have been under a huge amount of pressure. It is possible that the dreams..."

"I can deal, Giles. I'm the Slayer, right? I just need a plan. And this bathroom is really not big enough for two people," Buffy said, as she gathered her things and left.

Willow was sitting on the fold out mattress of Xander's couch


Nicole - Sep 24, 2003 9:55:21 pm PDT #6822 of 10001
I'm getting the pig!

watching cartoons when Giles followed Buffy out of the cramped bathroom.

"Where's Xander and Anya?" Buffy asked.

Willow said, "Oh, they just went upstairs to..."

"I was asking Giles."

Willow and Giles exchanged confused looks.

"Well, I suppose that they went upstairs - as Willow said," Giles explained. "I myself am relieved to have a bit of peace and quiet."

"Buffy?" Willow said. "Did I do something...." she started to ask when she noticed Giles behind Buffy doing the international pictionary pantomime of someone sleeping with his palms together forming a pillow, his eyes closed and his head tilted onto his hands.

"Giles, do you know what the word confidential means?" Buffy asked, knowing that she was acting childish and hating herself for it.

Putting her hand up to let Giles know he didn't need to answer, Willow said, "Buffy, you came to me about something personal and private. I realize that...but Giles was worried about you. I told him you were having some....weird dreams about Faith. Just to put Giles at ease. I swear he's the only person I told."

Giles put his arm around Buffy but she brushed him off. "Which was the same reason why I told Xander about the dreams. We're all concerned. Xander asked if he should be helping out with patrolling, so I told him. I apologize. I wasn't aware that you wished it to be private. He was the only person I told."

Xander and Anya came down the stairs. Xander carried juice boxes and sandwiches. Anya carried a board game.

"Hey guys. I thought you might be hungry," Xander said while passing around the food and drinks. Buff, how'd you sleep last night? Any better?"

"Is it because of the dreams about Faith?" Anya asked as she sat down on the floor and began counting Monopoly money. "Spike thought maybe Willow could whip up a spell. Willow?"

Buffy interrupted, "If Willow only told Giles and Giles only told Xander, how does everyone know that I've been having dreams about Faith?" Buffy asked.

"I told many, many people." Xander confessed.

"Perfect." Buffy began pacing. "This is very personal to me, Willow. Not to mention a little embarrasing now that everyone knows that dream-me is getting all hot and heavy with Faith."

"Huh?" asked Xander, his interest suddenly burgeoning.

"I came to you because I thought you would be able to empathize from the female point of view. Not just because you're my best friend but also due to your knowledge of witchcraft," Buffy continued.

"Buffy? I never..."

Xander could hardly believe what he was hearing. "Intimate dreams? You and Faith are intimate? In the dreams?"

"Xander, don't act like....oh." The realization closed around her like a fist."You didn't....know." Buffy looked at Willow. "You didn't say anything about that part, did you?" she asked.

"No, Buffy. Of course not," Willow declared.

"No. Of course not," Buffy repeated. She had just outed herself. If she had been thinking clearly she'd have known that Xander couldn't know that part without hounding her and drilling her for details. "I have to get out of here. I need some air. And Xander, if you say the words intimate or dream, I'm going to...I don't know...probably sit down in the middle of this floor and cry," Buffy warned, as she walked towards the basement door leading to the outside.

"Buffy, wait. What if there are - clues in the details? Important clues," Xander said, hoping for this very special moment to continue.

Buffy held onto the door handle considering a number of things to say to Xander and instead, just walked outside longing to rewind the previous mortifying five minutes of the day.

Giles rolled his eyes in disgust at Xander, gathered up his clothes and went into the bathroom. If Buffy wanted to discuss the issue further with him, he decided that he would be better prepared after a hot shower.

Willow, also disgusted with Xander, smacked him in the arm. Twice.

Anya continued counting the monopoly money. She had ceased listening to the conversation some time ago.


Anne W. - Sep 25, 2003 12:42:30 am PDT #6823 of 10001
The lost sheep grow teeth, forsake their lambs, and lie with the lions.

Nicole, your Snarky!Cordy is a thing of beauty. I miss her more than ever, now. The voices in this are absolutely perfect.

Want more! Now!


smonster - Sep 25, 2003 4:48:34 am PDT #6824 of 10001
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.

Good stuff, Nicole.

I noticed a couple of small things, though.

There was no reason to tell everyone that a dream had managed to effect her so much.

This should be 'affect.'

Especially a dream in which she had been encroaching on the new world of lesbianism with a rouge slayer.

As much as Faith loves red lipstick, I think you meant 'rogue' slayer.

Keep it coming!


Nicole - Sep 25, 2003 5:27:11 am PDT #6825 of 10001
I'm getting the pig!

I miss her more than ever, now.
I love scruffy Wes almost as much as Ple but I really miss the bitchyCordy and bumblingWes from Season One Angel.

As much as Faith loves red lipstick, I think you meant 'rogue' slayer.

Ah. Gives a whole different look to my favorite evil overachiever.

This should be 'affect.'
Did you notice I used both spellings in the story? I didn't until just now. I suppose I could say that I was just testing ya'll but I would be lying. *g*
Changing both now on hard copy and the encouragement is much appreciated.
I'm loving this story even more so now that I know where I'm going with it.


P.M. Marc - Sep 25, 2003 6:17:16 am PDT #6826 of 10001
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear

Man, I love your Cordy. She's spot-on.


erikaj - Sep 25, 2003 6:22:43 am PDT #6827 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!

Wrod.


deborah grabien - Sep 25, 2003 8:13:18 am PDT #6828 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.

Nicole, I like where the story and plot are going, and I love the Cordy and Wes.


sj - Sep 25, 2003 9:45:09 am PDT #6829 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."

Nicole, this is a great story. I especially liked:

If you'd rather pretend whatever you find is Cordelia and kill it on your own, be my guest."


JohnSweden - Sep 25, 2003 11:52:19 am PDT #6830 of 10001
I can't even.

"Buffy, wait. What if there are - clues in the details? Important clues," Xander said, hoping for this very special moment to continue.

Spewed beverage at my computer, which is glaring at me and dripping. Perfect Xander moment.