Silly little fic
This is a Spike and Dawn scene that's been sitting on my hard drive, half-finished, because I couldn't find a good use for it. I think I originally wrote it for my alt s6 fic, as Buffy was in Willow's role and Xander in Tara's. But I changed it up a bit and now it's set in the summer between s5 and s6. I blame
ms_scarletibis for the insanity. :) It's 200 words, so I'm calling it a double drabble. (It would've been a single drabble, but somebody encouraged me to keep going, lol.)
Heated Debate
“What’s on TV?” Dawn plopped down on the sofa next to Willow.
“Uh, Muppets Take Manhattan or that Kevin Bacon movie, with the giant worms in the desert.”
“Tremors?” Spike asked, slouched in what had become his regular chair.
“That’s it,” Willow replied, wrinkling her nose.
“First one or the second one?”
“They made more than one?” Dawn asked with disbelief.
Willow nodded. “Unfortunately. So, which is it?”
“Muppets,” Dawn said.
“No way,” Spike retorted, straightening up. “Not watching any bloody muppets. Bad enough you subject me to that crap show with the idiot witches.”
“Charmed? That is so not crap! Come on, Willow, back me up.”
Grimacing, Willow glanced back and forth between the two. “It really is pretty bad, Dawnie.”
“See?” Spike said triumphantly. He gestured to the remote in Willow’s hands. “Put on the worm movie, pet.”
“Oh, look who’s talking, Mr. Can’t-Miss-An-Episode-Of-Passions!” Dawn shot back. “Muppets!”
“Worms! Little Miss Justin-Timberlake-Is-Dreeeeamy.” Spike’s voice went up about three octaves on the last word.
“Muppets!”
“Worms!”
“MUPPETS!”
“WORMS!”
“Pizza?” Tara interrupted, coming in with a pizza box balanced in one hand.
“Pizza!” Spike and Dawn chorused, the television all but forgotten.
“Tara,” Willow said with relief. “Oh, thank God.”
ms_scarletibis for the insanity. :) It's 200 words, so I'm calling it a double drabble. (It would've been a single drabble, but somebody encouraged me to keep going, lol.)
Heated Debate
“What’s on TV?” Dawn plopped down on the sofa next to Willow.
“Uh, Muppets Take Manhattan or that Kevin Bacon movie, with the giant worms in the desert.”
“Tremors?” Spike asked, slouched in what had become his regular chair.
“That’s it,” Willow replied, wrinkling her nose.
“First one or the second one?”
“They made more than one?” Dawn asked with disbelief.
Willow nodded. “Unfortunately. So, which is it?”
“Muppets,” Dawn said.
“No way,” Spike retorted, straightening up. “Not watching any bloody muppets. Bad enough you subject me to that crap show with the idiot witches.”
“Charmed? That is so not crap! Come on, Willow, back me up.”
Grimacing, Willow glanced back and forth between the two. “It really is pretty bad, Dawnie.”
“See?” Spike said triumphantly. He gestured to the remote in Willow’s hands. “Put on the worm movie, pet.”
“Oh, look who’s talking, Mr. Can’t-Miss-An-Episode-Of-Passions!” Dawn shot back. “Muppets!”
“Worms! Little Miss Justin-Timberlake-Is-Dreeeeamy.” Spike’s voice went up about three octaves on the last word.
“Muppets!”
“Worms!”
“MUPPETS!”
“WORMS!”
“Pizza?” Tara interrupted, coming in with a pizza box balanced in one hand.
“Pizza!” Spike and Dawn chorused, the television all but forgotten.
“Tara,” Willow said with relief. “Oh, thank God.”