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moragmacpherson) wrote2009-01-23 11:21 am
moragmacpherson) wrote2009-01-23 11:21 am
Fic: Hellmouth High Schools Don't Have Reunions (18/20)
Title: Hellmouth High Schools Don't Have Reunions (18/20)
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?
Chelsea Dagger
With Buffy under one of Giles’ arms and Rose under the other, the Doctor headed towards the kitchens. As they entered, the alarm bell cut off. Buffy looked back as she and Rose shrugged Giles off. “I really hope they decide to follow us.”
Giles leaned against a counter, panting. “Funny, not the thing I’m really hoping for right now.”
Rose showed the Doctor the drums of oil. “It’s this stuff, in here.”
She handed him the sonic-screwdriver, which he pointed at the barrel. When it didn’t open, he slammed his fist on it. “Damn. They’re deadlock sealed!”
Rose watched him, confused. “Wait, no, the sonic-screwdriver can open anything.”
He let out a growl. “Anything but a deadlock seal.”
Buffy came over to join the conference. “What’s the problem?”
Rose scratched her head. “We can’t get the barrels open.”
“Oh, right.” Buffy gripped the lip of the barrel. “You two might want to step back.”
Rose’s eyes widened. “There’s just no way-” But with a metallic squeak, Buffy pulled the top clean off.
“How many barrels are we going to need?”
The Doctor shut his jaw with a click. “Well, uh- I mean- maybe two?” He couldn’t help but stare as she tore the second lid off.
“What are we doing with them? Should I just pull a Dorothy-Wicked Witch of the West- type thing?”
The Doctor and Rose looked at each other, arms folded. Rose nodded quickly. “Uh, yeah, that will do just fine.” They goggled while Buffy took a drum in each hand and positioned herself by the door.
Giles smiled weakly. “Buffy’s plans tend toward the simple, but effective.”
“I’m not simple!” Buffy yelled back. “I just like to make things easy,” she pouted.
The Doctor shook himself out of his shock. “You call ripping open a deadlock seal, then throwing around a couple hundred pounds of Krillitane oil easy?”
Buffy nodded. “Yeah, I do. Slaying isn’t all about the high drama, y’know. Sometimes it’s about good old-fashioned ass kicking. Hand me that cleaver.”
Rose blinked at her, looked at the unbelieving Doctor, then grabbed the knife off the wall and handed it to Buffy. Rose took a chef’s knife for herself while Giles picked up a broom that he dipped in the oil. She offered a similar blade to the Doctor, who just shook his head.
The lead group of Krillitanes burst through the door, and Buffy threw the barrel, drenching seven of them, who shrieked and squealed in agony, melting into the floor. Two were only spattered, and Buffy swung the cleaver at aliens. Rose and Giles charged as the Doctor stood back, alarmed. When Buffy hacked off the first one’s head, while Rose and Giles held the other back, he grabbed a heavy pot and headed into the fray. “Buffy, next group’s coming!”
Buffy straightened out. “Thanks.” Dropping the cleaver, she grabbed the second barrel.
Lassa stood at its head, surveying the carnage. “You horrible, stupid girl!”
“Stop calling me stupid.” With a grunt, she splashed the second group with the oil, killing Lassa instantly, and mutilating the others. Hoisting the cleaver, she decapitated the other three, putting them out of their misery. Buffy turned around and saw Rose plunging her knife into the Krillitanes’ chest while Giles and the Doctor distracted it. The threat eliminated, Buffy slumped on the counter and dropped the cleaver.
“Are you okay?” asked Rose.
Buffy’s hair concealed her face. “I’m covered with Krillitane oil and Krillitane gore. None of which is ever going to come out.”
Rose looked at her own clothes, also covered in gore and oil. She and Buffy shared a look and a laugh.
Giles offered Buffy a hand and she stood. “Which means that you’re going to be fine. Apocalypse averted.” Giles frowned. “Was it an apocalypse this time?”
The Doctor shrugged. “Mmm, very well could have been the end of the world as we know it.”
Giles smiled. “Oh good. After spending two days tied to Principal Snyder, I was sort of hoping.” Buffy leaned into him, and together they hobbled towards the door.
Rose turned a glance at the Doctor. “You just attacked a giant bat with a sauce pot.”
The Doctor held up the offending implement, then tossed it on the counter. “Yes. Well, as I think Buffy just showed us, sometimes it’s smart to improvise. I’ve never seen you gut an alien with a knife before either. Very visceral.”
Rose bit her lip with a grin, placing the knife in a sink. “I think Buffy’s contagious.”
Throwing his arm around her shoulders, the two followed the Slayer and her Watcher. “Well, that’ll be useful the next time we run into a deadlock seal.”
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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?
Chelsea Dagger
With Buffy under one of Giles’ arms and Rose under the other, the Doctor headed towards the kitchens. As they entered, the alarm bell cut off. Buffy looked back as she and Rose shrugged Giles off. “I really hope they decide to follow us.”
Giles leaned against a counter, panting. “Funny, not the thing I’m really hoping for right now.”
Rose showed the Doctor the drums of oil. “It’s this stuff, in here.”
She handed him the sonic-screwdriver, which he pointed at the barrel. When it didn’t open, he slammed his fist on it. “Damn. They’re deadlock sealed!”
Rose watched him, confused. “Wait, no, the sonic-screwdriver can open anything.”
He let out a growl. “Anything but a deadlock seal.”
Buffy came over to join the conference. “What’s the problem?”
Rose scratched her head. “We can’t get the barrels open.”
“Oh, right.” Buffy gripped the lip of the barrel. “You two might want to step back.”
Rose’s eyes widened. “There’s just no way-” But with a metallic squeak, Buffy pulled the top clean off.
“How many barrels are we going to need?”
The Doctor shut his jaw with a click. “Well, uh- I mean- maybe two?” He couldn’t help but stare as she tore the second lid off.
“What are we doing with them? Should I just pull a Dorothy-Wicked Witch of the West- type thing?”
The Doctor and Rose looked at each other, arms folded. Rose nodded quickly. “Uh, yeah, that will do just fine.” They goggled while Buffy took a drum in each hand and positioned herself by the door.
Giles smiled weakly. “Buffy’s plans tend toward the simple, but effective.”
“I’m not simple!” Buffy yelled back. “I just like to make things easy,” she pouted.
The Doctor shook himself out of his shock. “You call ripping open a deadlock seal, then throwing around a couple hundred pounds of Krillitane oil easy?”
Buffy nodded. “Yeah, I do. Slaying isn’t all about the high drama, y’know. Sometimes it’s about good old-fashioned ass kicking. Hand me that cleaver.”
Rose blinked at her, looked at the unbelieving Doctor, then grabbed the knife off the wall and handed it to Buffy. Rose took a chef’s knife for herself while Giles picked up a broom that he dipped in the oil. She offered a similar blade to the Doctor, who just shook his head.
The lead group of Krillitanes burst through the door, and Buffy threw the barrel, drenching seven of them, who shrieked and squealed in agony, melting into the floor. Two were only spattered, and Buffy swung the cleaver at aliens. Rose and Giles charged as the Doctor stood back, alarmed. When Buffy hacked off the first one’s head, while Rose and Giles held the other back, he grabbed a heavy pot and headed into the fray. “Buffy, next group’s coming!”
Buffy straightened out. “Thanks.” Dropping the cleaver, she grabbed the second barrel.
Lassa stood at its head, surveying the carnage. “You horrible, stupid girl!”
“Stop calling me stupid.” With a grunt, she splashed the second group with the oil, killing Lassa instantly, and mutilating the others. Hoisting the cleaver, she decapitated the other three, putting them out of their misery. Buffy turned around and saw Rose plunging her knife into the Krillitanes’ chest while Giles and the Doctor distracted it. The threat eliminated, Buffy slumped on the counter and dropped the cleaver.
“Are you okay?” asked Rose.
Buffy’s hair concealed her face. “I’m covered with Krillitane oil and Krillitane gore. None of which is ever going to come out.”
Rose looked at her own clothes, also covered in gore and oil. She and Buffy shared a look and a laugh.
Giles offered Buffy a hand and she stood. “Which means that you’re going to be fine. Apocalypse averted.” Giles frowned. “Was it an apocalypse this time?”
The Doctor shrugged. “Mmm, very well could have been the end of the world as we know it.”
Giles smiled. “Oh good. After spending two days tied to Principal Snyder, I was sort of hoping.” Buffy leaned into him, and together they hobbled towards the door.
Rose turned a glance at the Doctor. “You just attacked a giant bat with a sauce pot.”
The Doctor held up the offending implement, then tossed it on the counter. “Yes. Well, as I think Buffy just showed us, sometimes it’s smart to improvise. I’ve never seen you gut an alien with a knife before either. Very visceral.”
Rose bit her lip with a grin, placing the knife in a sink. “I think Buffy’s contagious.”
Throwing his arm around her shoulders, the two followed the Slayer and her Watcher. “Well, that’ll be useful the next time we run into a deadlock seal.”
Next