Ooh, that's good!

Thanks. I found myself sort of investigating the paradox of same/not same: the two supernatural creatures found the unmasking of their partner revealing "same", whereas the human/human unmasking revealed "not same".

Fun.

Five drabbles; five things that never happened to Mr Gordo. Inspired by discussion in FFRW+E.

- - -

Buffy looked out into the chilly night, and shivered. Normally, she didn't mind patrolling; it was a time to be alone and be herself. It was her place, and the ritual had developed a comforting familiarity.

Tonight, however, it looked miserable. A thin drizzle fell, a lazy wind blew, and her bed was inviting, Mr Gordo smiling at her…

A thought occurred. She could take Mr Gordo with her; it wasn't like anybody would see. He'd fit in her pocket; be a little reminder of the warmth of home.

Later that night, Mr Gordo returned in triumph, muddier and wiser.

• * *

"Must have been one almighty bang," the young policeman commented as he surveyed the hole where Sunnydale had once been. "Makes you wonder, doesn't it, Joe."

"Wonder what?" Joe asked, poking through the rubble.

"Oh, you know. Exactly what the terrorists used."

"I reckon, if we're not being told, it's for a reason," his partner replied. "Here, look at this—some kid must have dropped it." Joe held up for inspection a battered stuffed pig, the plush stiff with dirt and one eye gone.

"Yeah," Gary said, and—thinking of his own daughter—added, "Bet they miss it, and all."

• * *

"It's kind of shiny, isn't it?" Buffy remarked to Mr Gordo, examining the pendant. She'd picked it up in the graveyard after a fight; it was round and silver, with a pink stone. "Here, you look after it for me. I need some sleep."

She draped the chain over his neck and hit the pillows, falling asleep almost instantly.

In the morning, Mr Gordo registered with surprise that he was looking at Buffy's stake; and that he was attracted. It wasn't an unpleasant sensation.

When Buffy came home, she wondered why she'd left Mr Pointy so close to Mr Gordo.

• * *

"Oh, look at the pretty pink pig," Drusilla squealed.

"Yeah, right," Spike said, exasperated. "Bring it with you if you must; let's just get out of the bloody Slayer's bedroom, shall we?"

"Oh, Spike," tutted Drusilla. "Must you spoil our fun?"

"If he doesn't, I will," Buffy's harsh voice said from the doorway. "Get the hell away from Mr Gordo."

Drusilla looked confused for a moment, and then registered the pig in her hands. "This? No, love. He's coming to have a tea party with…"

"He's not." Spike pulled the toy away, and shoved his girlfriend out the window. "Slayer…"

• * *

Dawn managed to open her sister's door silently, and grinned; revenge was well on the way. She tip-toed across the carpet… where was it?

There—on the bed. She'd have revenge—she'd get her nasty, too-strong sister back from all the times she'd been pushed out of the way. Mr Gordo, her prized toy pig (and what kind of girl wanted a stuffed pig anyway, Dawn thought snidely, conveniently forgetting her beloved lion), would meet his fate.

Scissors… neck joint… snip; then, elated, tear. Satisfying noises, and it didn't matter if she was found now. The damage had been done.

End.

Brava! The first two drabbles caused my allergies to act up.

Thank you, Anne. For the feedback; and for the idea. It was fun to write, though those niggling doubts about my sanity aren't going away.

Mine too. When/if my Mega Fic is ever finished, I should try to write those...although maybe, for me, size matters.

Awww, Am (edited because I'm *insane* and cannot read in the morning before coffee)! Those made me happy. (You know there's a Mister Gordo group for Mister Gordo fic, right?)

'twas Am-Chau who wrote the lovely piggy ficlets, Plei. I wish I could take credit for them, because they are sweet.

See? I shouldn't be allowed to type before coffee.

That reminds me--I need to place another Ravensbrew order today.