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moragmacpherson) wrote2009-01-23 10:59 am
Fic: Hellmouth High Schools Don't Have Reunions (7/20)
Title: Hellmouth High Schools Don't Have Reunions (7/20)
Author: MoragMacPherson
Rating: PG to PG-13
Timeline: School Reunion for DW. Between Homecoming and Band Candy for BtVS
Disclaimer: If it's a character or a place, I don't own it.
Archive: Here, TtH, Teaspoon, the pit, I think. If you'd like it, let me know.
Author's Note: Response to challenge 3108 by Winterd at Twisting the Hellmouth. Un-beta'd. Oooh, and it also got recced on Calufrax, which made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
Summary: What if "School Reunion" took place at Sunnydale High?
The Universe is Shaped Exactly Like the Earth
Rose observed the long shadows of the hallways. “This place is built like something out of a horror movie.”
“You’re telling us.” Xander pointed towards the Principal’s office. “That’s where Principal Flutie was eaten by a pack of students possessed by hyena spirits. We’ve already mentioned the Hellmouth under the library.”
Willow piped up, pointing. “Ooh, and look, over there, that’s where Buffy’s mom hit Spike over the head with an axe.”
“Runs in the family, does it?” The Doctor broke through between Rose and Xander. “Right then, team.” He faltered. “I hate people who use the word ‘team’.”
“Then allow me.” Buffy pushed past. “Willow, Oz, could you check out the math and science wing, that’s where most of our new teachers are. Xander, Rose, why don’t you guys go investigate the oil in the kitchen? I’ll go check out the library, see if Giles or pseudo-Giles or whatever is in there, or if he’s hiding anything.” She turned her head to look over her shoulder. “You can come with me, Doc.”
The Doctor scowled as Rose nudged him. “Don’t call me that.”
“Fine. You got a better plan?”
“Sure I do!” He swiveled on his hips. “Rose, uh, do what she said. The rest of you, the same.” He nodded at Buffy then winked at Rose. “Shall we?”
Xander led Rose toward the cafeteria, but she forged ahead. “You know your way around pretty well then?”
“Well, to the cafeteria at least. I’ve been playing dinner lady for two days now.”
Xander held a door open for her. “How did I not notice?”
Rose caught her grin. “You have a girlfriend. I know. You told me.”
“Oh, yeah. But still, I assume you have seen our lunch ladies? I would have sworn that they hand out the jowls with the uniform.” Rose was now grinning. “I guess it’s just part of the zany Hellmouth filter which makes people not notice the weirdness.”
“Funny how that works, isn’t it? And it’s not just here. Everywhere we go, no one ever notices the police box in the middle of the middle ages or in their engine room. The Doctor has this theory about how much processing power the human brain uses pretending not to see what's right in front of it. Says it’s keeping us from reaching the stars.” Rose crept over to the barrels.
Xander watched her. “So, this is all just another day in the life?”
“Don’t often meet gods, but other than that, yeah. You?”
“Aliens are new, but the same. Still, we get this kind of stuff because we live here. Seems like you guys go looking for it.” He held out his hand and she handed him the cap to the barrel.
“Better than being a shop girl. Which is what I was, y’know, before I joined up with the Doctor. Since then, I’ve met Charles Dickens, seen the end of the world, looked into the time vortex and used its power to turn the Emperor of the Daleks into dust. I mean, how do you go back after that?” She spooned some of the oil into the container in Xander’s hands.
“Sounds like a party. But if your hero’s anything like the one I joined up with, you’d better be careful. People die. A lot of the times the ones we care about.” Xander looked away.
Rose stood back up. “Is that why Buffy’s so… prickly?”
“It’s been a long year. Buffy does her best. But last spring was hard on all of us.”
Tucking the container into her bag, Rose tilted her head. “Still, now that you know, could you ever ignore it, ignore-“ She was interrupted by a shriek.
“Willow!” Xander bolted out the door, Rose directly behind him.
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Author: MoragMacPherson
Rating: PG to PG-13
Timeline: School Reunion for DW. Between Homecoming and Band Candy for BtVS
Disclaimer: If it's a character or a place, I don't own it.
Archive: Here, TtH, Teaspoon, the pit, I think. If you'd like it, let me know.
Author's Note: Response to challenge 3108 by Winterd at Twisting the Hellmouth. Un-beta'd. Oooh, and it also got recced on Calufrax, which made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
Summary: What if "School Reunion" took place at Sunnydale High?
The Universe is Shaped Exactly Like the Earth
Rose observed the long shadows of the hallways. “This place is built like something out of a horror movie.”
“You’re telling us.” Xander pointed towards the Principal’s office. “That’s where Principal Flutie was eaten by a pack of students possessed by hyena spirits. We’ve already mentioned the Hellmouth under the library.”
Willow piped up, pointing. “Ooh, and look, over there, that’s where Buffy’s mom hit Spike over the head with an axe.”
“Runs in the family, does it?” The Doctor broke through between Rose and Xander. “Right then, team.” He faltered. “I hate people who use the word ‘team’.”
“Then allow me.” Buffy pushed past. “Willow, Oz, could you check out the math and science wing, that’s where most of our new teachers are. Xander, Rose, why don’t you guys go investigate the oil in the kitchen? I’ll go check out the library, see if Giles or pseudo-Giles or whatever is in there, or if he’s hiding anything.” She turned her head to look over her shoulder. “You can come with me, Doc.”
The Doctor scowled as Rose nudged him. “Don’t call me that.”
“Fine. You got a better plan?”
“Sure I do!” He swiveled on his hips. “Rose, uh, do what she said. The rest of you, the same.” He nodded at Buffy then winked at Rose. “Shall we?”
Xander led Rose toward the cafeteria, but she forged ahead. “You know your way around pretty well then?”
“Well, to the cafeteria at least. I’ve been playing dinner lady for two days now.”
Xander held a door open for her. “How did I not notice?”
Rose caught her grin. “You have a girlfriend. I know. You told me.”
“Oh, yeah. But still, I assume you have seen our lunch ladies? I would have sworn that they hand out the jowls with the uniform.” Rose was now grinning. “I guess it’s just part of the zany Hellmouth filter which makes people not notice the weirdness.”
“Funny how that works, isn’t it? And it’s not just here. Everywhere we go, no one ever notices the police box in the middle of the middle ages or in their engine room. The Doctor has this theory about how much processing power the human brain uses pretending not to see what's right in front of it. Says it’s keeping us from reaching the stars.” Rose crept over to the barrels.
Xander watched her. “So, this is all just another day in the life?”
“Don’t often meet gods, but other than that, yeah. You?”
“Aliens are new, but the same. Still, we get this kind of stuff because we live here. Seems like you guys go looking for it.” He held out his hand and she handed him the cap to the barrel.
“Better than being a shop girl. Which is what I was, y’know, before I joined up with the Doctor. Since then, I’ve met Charles Dickens, seen the end of the world, looked into the time vortex and used its power to turn the Emperor of the Daleks into dust. I mean, how do you go back after that?” She spooned some of the oil into the container in Xander’s hands.
“Sounds like a party. But if your hero’s anything like the one I joined up with, you’d better be careful. People die. A lot of the times the ones we care about.” Xander looked away.
Rose stood back up. “Is that why Buffy’s so… prickly?”
“It’s been a long year. Buffy does her best. But last spring was hard on all of us.”
Tucking the container into her bag, Rose tilted her head. “Still, now that you know, could you ever ignore it, ignore-“ She was interrupted by a shriek.
“Willow!” Xander bolted out the door, Rose directly behind him.
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