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She straddled him, sitting in his lap in an obscene mockery of intimacy, brandishing the knife. “Hey, Wes. You have eyes like chocolate. I like chocolate a lot.”

He came to a decision then and there. She might cut into his skin so deep he’d never heal completely.

She might make him scream.

She might even kill him.

But she would not break him. He would not give her the satisfaction.

The knife bit into his chest again.

He screamed.

But he did not break.

She would not break him.

She would not break him.

She. Would. Not. Break. Him.

 
This is for “It’s the Writers, Stupid!” Ficathon that nwhepcat is running.

See if you can spot the quote.

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Grandnester gave me: Buffy, Xander, training her Watcher.

( Training )

Hey, anyone else got any?

Yeah, this was my entry to the RemixRedux. And what’s everyone’s little remix thingers mean? Because I don’t understand.

Funky remix title: “Dragon Heart”
Fandom: BtVS
Characters: Buffy Summers/Rupert Giles
Original Title: “Dragon’s Bone” and “Dragon’s Reverie”
Title, Author and URL of original story: “Dragon’s Bone” and “Dragon’s Reverie”, by Antennapedia, at http://antennapedia.com/.
Author: SRoni2004
Summary: Buffy and Giles go searching for a weapon, and have a heart-to-heart.
Rating: PG13
Pairing: Heading towards Giles/Buffy.
Fandom: BtVS
Spoilers: I’ll just go ahead and say up until “The Gift” in Season Five, even though it’s not quite at that spot.

( Story )

 

Well, I got hit by an idea for a crackfic, and here it is. Holy cow, but... my fanfiction brain is seriously on crack. There's no other explanation.
( Crackfic )

Okay, I'm fairly certain that that sucked. But I had to get it out of my brain.

Well, I did it. I took care of my remix. I’d gotten a very nice guy to post it for me, since I wasn’t sure if I’d be out of China when it needed to be up, but apparently, there’s this thing called “Rich Text” … not to be confused with HTML.

Whoops.

So, I had to go in, and fix it up, which only took, and I am not joking, seven tries. Seven! I am so computer illiterate, it’s not even funny.

Ah, well. I at least know how to type html. Even if I did forget how to do an LJ cut. Luckily, I had a computer genius in the room that i could ask.

Okay, now on to the mini ficlet.

***

Phone Call

Xander picked up the phone, since none of the girls were paying any attention to it. “Angel Investigations, we help the hopeless … helpless … ah, whatever.”

“Xander?” The shock was evident in the other guy’s voice. “What are you doing there?”

Xander’s attitude cooled off considerably. “I think the better question would be, why are you calling here?”

Riley sighed. “Because Sunnydale bit the big one, and is currently a very large crater, so I couldn’t reach anyone there.”

Xander started watching the girls sparring again. “And you were trying to reach us because … why? It’s not like we’re close personal friends.”

“Did Buffy die again?”

“Buffy didn’t. Other people did.”

“Sorry to hear that. What about Faith?”

“Nope, she’s still kicking.” Literally. “What is this about?”

“Could you please explain to me how Sam was able to kick me into a wall twelve feet away?”

 
End

Hee! I got hit by the urge.

I was reading a book on writing today, and one of the exercises was, write something off of this sentence: that was an ugly green monster parked ouside the house. So, here it is. As with most of my things, it's BtVS. Season One, just for the heck of it.


That was an ugly green monster parked outside the house. Ugly. Ugly with a capital UG, and LY. Who did she know that had a car like that? No one. Oh, God, what if someone saw it? She'd never live it down. Then again, she was already currently dealing with rumors circulating that she'd never be able to live down, so she should be used to it.

Yeah, right. She'd never adjust to being a social reject. A freak. Someone who's night life consisted more of cemetaries than night clubs. Who's only friends fought alongside her. Or, tried to fight, and she saved their butts. Repeatedly. She, who used to be a cheerleader. Most popular girl in school. Or at least in the running for it. Top ten, at the lowest. But she was up there. She was the school’s it girl. That started going down hill even before she burned down the gym. When the people you hang out with start dying, you develop a reputation. When the people you hang out with keep getting saved by you, you develop a reputation. Neither of them good. More like, stay away from that girl. Trouble follows her. I hear she’s a gang member.

Nope, no gang member. Just a freak. That’s right. She was a freak. Just like X-Men, except there were no other freaks for her to identify with, which sucked. Maybe more like Spiderman, except, well, female. And he was bit by a spider. Hers happened naturally. Magically. Whatever. She had the nifty superpowers, sure, but it was a harsh trade off. She wouldn't have chosen it, that's for sure. She wouldn't force this choice, or non-choice, as the case may be, on anyone. Never. Never, never, never.

Never say never. It makes a liar out of you. Not that she was the world’s most honest person. Please. She’d learned a long time ago how to lie to her mother well enough to get an Emmy. And to her friends. And Giles. And… well, everyone, really. She could lie with a straight face, which came in handy a lot. She wished she didn’t have the talent sometimes. She wished she’d get caught. No dice. You train yourself well enough, and you develop body memory. Her mouth had its own body memory.

Some habits are hard to break. Well, all are, really. But some are harder than others. Lying was one that was really hard. And she kept doing it, and kept skating by, and people kept not calling her on it. Except Snyder, but he called everyone on everything, so that didn’t really count. She could tell him that the sky was blue with some clouds, and he still wouldn’t believe her. Price to pay and all that.

Sometimes the price was higher than she’d like. Someday the price would be her life.

Oh, my god. Someone’s getting out of the green monstrosity. And coming to her door. Someone she recognized. She opened the door, and met them on the walk. “Let me guess. Big ugly evil coming to town, and I need to fight it. But before I do, we need to research it. You know, there has been this invention called, the phone. Maybe you can use it sometime?”

“Buffy? Where are you going?” Oh, great, another lie session for her mom.

”To the school, Mom. Mr. Giles came to pick me up for a study session with Willow. He’s helping Willow tutor me.”

“All right. Be home for dinner, we’re having your favorite.” Her mom reached out and brushed her hair out of her eyes.

“Will do, Mom. See ya.”

”Thank you, Mr. Giles, for your help. Oh, and Buffy? Be careful. There are a lot of gangs here. Try not to get caught up in them.”

AU for my brain. Blame bastardsnow. It’s his fault.

***
It’s Halloween. She hates Halloween, hates it with a passion, even though it’s supposed to be the safest day of the year, technically speaking. At least according to Giles, it is. Demons always have to come along and bust up her fun. Or evil happens. Or she causes evil to happen. Yet somehow, every year, something bad happens to her. Just like her birthday. Which is one really big reason why she's not going to celebrate her birthday this year. Too many bad memories connected. Like Angel going evil. Or getting trapped in her house. No, thank you. Not her idea of fun. Her plans for this years birthday is to spend it locked in her apartment, and nothing will shake her from that game plan. That’s why she’s the coach: to come up with the game plan and stick with it. Even if she’s more of the captain than the coach. Giles is the coach, she’s the offensive line. The rest of the gang are the defense. Well, Willow also switches from defense to offense. She’s not sure where Dawn fits in. Probably as cheerleader.

She’s decided to go for funny, and hope that Ethan Rayne doesn’t come back to town and make everyone become their costumes again. She doesn’t want to spend the night as a ghost, like Willow had to. Especially since then, she’d step out of her costume, and be running around in what she was wearing underneath. Which wasn’t much. Not at all. Even if Xander would salivate. Even if part of her wanted Xander to salivate. Bad thought! Go away, bad thought. Xander is your friend. Friend only. Xander shaped girl friend. Xander shaped girl friend who had a penis.

Apparently, the others went for the same approach she did; they’d opted to spend Halloween in L.A. with Angel and his gang. Fred was dressed as a scientist, with a white lab coat and clipboard. Angel was dressed as a vampire: cape, pointy teeth, and everything. Willow was a witch, Dawn was a green ball (that took some creativity, she had to admit), Xander was a pirate, Faith was a biker chick, hotter than hell, and she knew it, Wesley was a gunslinger (supposedly the one that was farthest from his personality, until she remembered he could actually outshoot her at the moment; probably had a lot to do with the fact that she wouldn’t go near a gun if you paid her, unless it was to bend it like she did with Cain's gun), Gunn was a vampire hunter, crossbow, stake, and holy water, and she was a ghost. Great. They were a regular riot act. Sure to make Giles laugh when they sent him pictures. And they would send him pictures. It was in their agreement when he went back to England and they stayed in America.

Still, Halloween was the night to be someone else. And when her ghost kissed the pirate, she didn’t regret it at all.

Maybe she would celebrate her birthday, after all.

( First Drabble )

( Second Drabble )


***


You see, the first one was done because of something I wanted to show … and then the end surprised me. The second was done … it’s always bugged me that Ms. Calender couldn’t figure out how Angel got into the school. A school is not a living place … unless it is.

( Phoenix Weeping )

Special thanks to aadler_, for the editing, and revision that ROCKS MY SOCKS OFF.

Side note: I have now edited this thing four times in the space of five minutes simply because I CAN’T REMEMBER TITLES! But this time, I have the correct title to accredit to aadler_.