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moragmacpherson) wrote2009-01-23 11:18 am
moragmacpherson) wrote2009-01-23 11:18 am
Fic: Hellmouth High Schools Don't Have Reunions (16/20)
Title: Hellmouth High Schools Don't Have Reunions (16/20)
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?
Code Monkey Like You
By the time the ringing cut out, Willow and the others had locked themselves inside of a classroom full of students, all completely zoned in to the paradigm code. Xander and Cordelia tried snapping and clapping in front of their faces, but to no avail.
“There must be another server running the program.” Willow looked around, but nothing in this classroom appeared to be a server. “Oz, take that free workstation, see if you can shut off the lock-down.” Oz nodded and slid behind the computer.
Cordelia threw her hands up in the air. “Well, short of flashing the guys, I’ve tried everything I can think of.”
“Could you try it?” Willow and Cordy both glared at Xander. Oz just quirked an eyebrow. “Maybe not.”
“Right. Okay, you two, I’m going to figure out a way to shut down the program. Even if Oz takes care of the central security, they’ve probably locked the gates. Go and see if you can find a way to get the gates open.”
Cordelia grabbed Xander’s hand. “We’re on it.”
Xander turned back at the door. “Be careful.”
“Yeah, you too.” Willow whimpered as she looked around. “If I were a master control server, where would I be?”
“Not in here,” muttered Oz.
“Yeah, that seems to be the case.” Willow looked over his shoulder. “How goes the security system?”
“Remarkably complex. Could definitely use a sonic screwdriver.” Oz turned his head towards her. “I’ll get it though. You should get on the server problem.”
“Right.” Willow frowned, then saw the cables leading out of the computers. “Gotcha.” Following the wires, she found a central plug leading into a small transformer. “If I short this out, it should take the rest of the school with it?”
Oz looked up. “Yeah, that should about do it.” He sat back down. “Give me five more minutes.”
Willow nodded, then snuck out to the bathroom across the hall. When she returned, she had a bucket full of water. “How are we doing?”
Oz slammed the return button down. “We’re good. Let’s go.”
Willow splashed the water onto the transformer, and there was a loud pop, a crackle of electricity, and a lot of smoke as all of the lights and computers winked off. “Ooh, cool.” The students pushed back from the desks in a daze.
Oz pointed and shouted. “Fire! Everyone get out!” Everyone began rushing out of the room, and Willow allowed herself a satisfied smile, but Oz grabbed her elbow and pointed again.
“Oh no, real fire, shoot!” Nearly slipping on the water, she and Oz fled.
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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?
Code Monkey Like You
By the time the ringing cut out, Willow and the others had locked themselves inside of a classroom full of students, all completely zoned in to the paradigm code. Xander and Cordelia tried snapping and clapping in front of their faces, but to no avail.
“There must be another server running the program.” Willow looked around, but nothing in this classroom appeared to be a server. “Oz, take that free workstation, see if you can shut off the lock-down.” Oz nodded and slid behind the computer.
Cordelia threw her hands up in the air. “Well, short of flashing the guys, I’ve tried everything I can think of.”
“Could you try it?” Willow and Cordy both glared at Xander. Oz just quirked an eyebrow. “Maybe not.”
“Right. Okay, you two, I’m going to figure out a way to shut down the program. Even if Oz takes care of the central security, they’ve probably locked the gates. Go and see if you can find a way to get the gates open.”
Cordelia grabbed Xander’s hand. “We’re on it.”
Xander turned back at the door. “Be careful.”
“Yeah, you too.” Willow whimpered as she looked around. “If I were a master control server, where would I be?”
“Not in here,” muttered Oz.
“Yeah, that seems to be the case.” Willow looked over his shoulder. “How goes the security system?”
“Remarkably complex. Could definitely use a sonic screwdriver.” Oz turned his head towards her. “I’ll get it though. You should get on the server problem.”
“Right.” Willow frowned, then saw the cables leading out of the computers. “Gotcha.” Following the wires, she found a central plug leading into a small transformer. “If I short this out, it should take the rest of the school with it?”
Oz looked up. “Yeah, that should about do it.” He sat back down. “Give me five more minutes.”
Willow nodded, then snuck out to the bathroom across the hall. When she returned, she had a bucket full of water. “How are we doing?”
Oz slammed the return button down. “We’re good. Let’s go.”
Willow splashed the water onto the transformer, and there was a loud pop, a crackle of electricity, and a lot of smoke as all of the lights and computers winked off. “Ooh, cool.” The students pushed back from the desks in a daze.
Oz pointed and shouted. “Fire! Everyone get out!” Everyone began rushing out of the room, and Willow allowed herself a satisfied smile, but Oz grabbed her elbow and pointed again.
“Oh no, real fire, shoot!” Nearly slipping on the water, she and Oz fled.
Next