musesandlyrics | 7.5 House MD quote
7.5 "Well, like the philosopher Jagger once said, 'You can’t always get what you want'."
House, M.D.
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“Is it bad that some of my fondest memories are related to graveyards?” Buffy asked as she took a bite out of a macaroon and looked at Xander.
Xander nodded and tried to hug his jacket tighter around himself. “Yes, yes it is. Are you even cold? How are you not cold? I feel like my willy is about to drop off. Willy...” Xander gave a manly giggle as he repeated the word. “God bless the Queen’s English.”
Buffy smirked a little. “You’re feeling very patriotic, aren’t you? I can almost see the tartan on your skin.”
Xander would have winked at her but there was just something awkward about it now that he just had the one eye. “Ask nicely and I might just show you my very patriotic tartan-free willy. Assuming it doesn’t shrink and hide.”
“That’s just way too much information there, Xan. I’m quite alright not seeing your willy. I’d rather see Braveheart’s. If he even shows. What if I just imagined him? What if he was some sort of hit and run Scots-crush?”
“I know all about those hit and run crushes.” Xander slid off his chosen tombstone and started to bounce up and down to get some warmth into him. “They’re actually kind of good. They don’t let you get your hopes up too much. I mean, yeah, you wanna see Braveheart again, but if you meet him and he’s not what you wanted then you just get to cut your losses and live with the fantasy memory. No downside.”
Buffy arched her eyebrow and stayed crouched on the top of the tombstone next to Xander’s. “Oh, I don’t know. Pretty sure never seeing that particular kilted hottie would be a serious downside. He looked like he had a really nice wi-weapon.”
“Wii or wee weapon?”
“No, just a weapon. He had a crossbow. It was nice. I wasn’t thinking about his wee anything.”
“Sure you weren’t.”
Buffy shot Xander a grin as her eyes shone from under her blonde fringe. “In my head his weapon definitely wasn’t wee.”
“That’s just too much information there, Buff,” Xander responded as his tongue stuck out briefly between his teeth. “Really don’t need to be imagining imaginary penises. I’m having enough trouble in the confidence department.”
“Aw, poor Xander. Feeling like you’ve got a wee weapon?”
“Cute, Summers. Real cute. Just remember that I’ve seen you as a rat.”
Buffy fell quiet as she pretended to shoot him an evil look, her mouth still twisted in a grin. She looked away from Xander, eyes searching the near darkness as she checked for signs of a mysterious Scotsman, but there was nothing. Nothing but the sound of a hungry growl. Her friend seemed to have caught the same sound and he instantly shifted into military mode as he made hand signals and tried to tell her his plan.
Buffy just slipped the stake out of her sleeve and lightly jumped off the gravestone and onto the sodden ground. Her boots threatened to sink into the soft earth, but she started to move low and quickly through the tombstones as Xander followed behind. She still didn’t know which signal had meant she was supposed to go first, but she figured it was a given. Xander might be a Watcher now and he might have racked up the Scooby points, but he was still not ever going headfirst into danger if she could help it.
As they moved closer to the source of the sound, Buffy could see there was a newly risen vampire feeding on some poor soul. Maybe this was her calling - her job - but there were days where sometimes it still felt a little too much. No one should be around this much death. She paused when she saw a crossbow gripped in the hand of the victim and barely noticed when Xander knocked into her and nearly sent them both toppling. She reached back behind her to get Xander to still and took another look at the victim. Definitely male, definitely in a kilt, and apparently he was definitely dead.
There was a noise from over her shoulder and even if Xander had never seen Braveheart he must have joined the dots. People could accuse Xander of being a lot of things, but he was genuinely observant. Not much escaped him, even if he didn’t always immediately know what to do with the evidence. His hand rest on her back and she gave a small nod to acknowledge the gesture. Then Buffy sprung up out of her position and vaulted over a tombstone and into action. New vampire or not, they weren’t long for this world.
It only took a few moments for Buffy to best them, her years of Slaying trumping his Vamp ‘roid rage strength. Dust was still falling down around her and the fallen body of Braveheart when Xander came up beside her and then crouched to check for a pulse. He glanced up at her in surprise.
“Braveheart lives.”
Buffy dropped to her knees next to the Scotsman and stared at his face. It was the first time she’d caught more than a glimpse of him and she had to admit she really had undersold him in her fantasies. She resisted the urge to run her fingers over that still perfect stubble and grabbed his arm and waist to get him across her shoulders so she could carry him.
Xander just smirked at the role reversal of the damsel carrying the knight. “Well, when you’re wearing a tartan skirt it really just asks for it...”
Buffy blinked. “You just had a whole conversation in your head, didn’t you?”
“It’s a talent.”
“And slightly disconcerting, but we’ll shelve that discussion until after Braveheart gets medical treatment. Also, I just need to add that he really, really doesn’t have a wee weapon. Pretty sure it’s no Wii remote sticking into my shoulder.”
Words: 990 | Xander is actuallybye
House, M.D.
[Related to THIS]
“Is it bad that some of my fondest memories are related to graveyards?” Buffy asked as she took a bite out of a macaroon and looked at Xander.
Xander nodded and tried to hug his jacket tighter around himself. “Yes, yes it is. Are you even cold? How are you not cold? I feel like my willy is about to drop off. Willy...” Xander gave a manly giggle as he repeated the word. “God bless the Queen’s English.”
Buffy smirked a little. “You’re feeling very patriotic, aren’t you? I can almost see the tartan on your skin.”
Xander would have winked at her but there was just something awkward about it now that he just had the one eye. “Ask nicely and I might just show you my very patriotic tartan-free willy. Assuming it doesn’t shrink and hide.”
“That’s just way too much information there, Xan. I’m quite alright not seeing your willy. I’d rather see Braveheart’s. If he even shows. What if I just imagined him? What if he was some sort of hit and run Scots-crush?”
“I know all about those hit and run crushes.” Xander slid off his chosen tombstone and started to bounce up and down to get some warmth into him. “They’re actually kind of good. They don’t let you get your hopes up too much. I mean, yeah, you wanna see Braveheart again, but if you meet him and he’s not what you wanted then you just get to cut your losses and live with the fantasy memory. No downside.”
Buffy arched her eyebrow and stayed crouched on the top of the tombstone next to Xander’s. “Oh, I don’t know. Pretty sure never seeing that particular kilted hottie would be a serious downside. He looked like he had a really nice wi-weapon.”
“Wii or wee weapon?”
“No, just a weapon. He had a crossbow. It was nice. I wasn’t thinking about his wee anything.”
“Sure you weren’t.”
Buffy shot Xander a grin as her eyes shone from under her blonde fringe. “In my head his weapon definitely wasn’t wee.”
“That’s just too much information there, Buff,” Xander responded as his tongue stuck out briefly between his teeth. “Really don’t need to be imagining imaginary penises. I’m having enough trouble in the confidence department.”
“Aw, poor Xander. Feeling like you’ve got a wee weapon?”
“Cute, Summers. Real cute. Just remember that I’ve seen you as a rat.”
Buffy fell quiet as she pretended to shoot him an evil look, her mouth still twisted in a grin. She looked away from Xander, eyes searching the near darkness as she checked for signs of a mysterious Scotsman, but there was nothing. Nothing but the sound of a hungry growl. Her friend seemed to have caught the same sound and he instantly shifted into military mode as he made hand signals and tried to tell her his plan.
Buffy just slipped the stake out of her sleeve and lightly jumped off the gravestone and onto the sodden ground. Her boots threatened to sink into the soft earth, but she started to move low and quickly through the tombstones as Xander followed behind. She still didn’t know which signal had meant she was supposed to go first, but she figured it was a given. Xander might be a Watcher now and he might have racked up the Scooby points, but he was still not ever going headfirst into danger if she could help it.
As they moved closer to the source of the sound, Buffy could see there was a newly risen vampire feeding on some poor soul. Maybe this was her calling - her job - but there were days where sometimes it still felt a little too much. No one should be around this much death. She paused when she saw a crossbow gripped in the hand of the victim and barely noticed when Xander knocked into her and nearly sent them both toppling. She reached back behind her to get Xander to still and took another look at the victim. Definitely male, definitely in a kilt, and apparently he was definitely dead.
There was a noise from over her shoulder and even if Xander had never seen Braveheart he must have joined the dots. People could accuse Xander of being a lot of things, but he was genuinely observant. Not much escaped him, even if he didn’t always immediately know what to do with the evidence. His hand rest on her back and she gave a small nod to acknowledge the gesture. Then Buffy sprung up out of her position and vaulted over a tombstone and into action. New vampire or not, they weren’t long for this world.
It only took a few moments for Buffy to best them, her years of Slaying trumping his Vamp ‘roid rage strength. Dust was still falling down around her and the fallen body of Braveheart when Xander came up beside her and then crouched to check for a pulse. He glanced up at her in surprise.
“Braveheart lives.”
Buffy dropped to her knees next to the Scotsman and stared at his face. It was the first time she’d caught more than a glimpse of him and she had to admit she really had undersold him in her fantasies. She resisted the urge to run her fingers over that still perfect stubble and grabbed his arm and waist to get him across her shoulders so she could carry him.
Xander just smirked at the role reversal of the damsel carrying the knight. “Well, when you’re wearing a tartan skirt it really just asks for it...”
Buffy blinked. “You just had a whole conversation in your head, didn’t you?”
“It’s a talent.”
“And slightly disconcerting, but we’ll shelve that discussion until after Braveheart gets medical treatment. Also, I just need to add that he really, really doesn’t have a wee weapon. Pretty sure it’s no Wii remote sticking into my shoulder.”
Words: 990 | Xander is actuallybye