We get to the house in record time. Fred kinda drives like a maniac but it doesn't bother me. I don't think I'd be any better in this situation. And we're both pretty pissed off
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As Dawn calls out to the house, I grab Andrew and drag him by his ear (which I discovered was an especially useful technique in getting him out of the truck, so I kept on doing it) toward the basement door.
He's whimpering, and in a way I hate to be so harsh, but I think it will get us the info we need. He's like a soft pancake...lay on the syrup thick enough and he'll crumble.
...or something. Whatever, I do science, not analogies.
"I'm taking him downstairs, so when you get everyone down there...that's where we'll be."
I follow Mr. Giles further into the entryway, and he doesn't act like he wants to do anything awful to me just yet, so atleast that's a good sign, unless he's just playing it cool to really torture me. Which is BRILLIANT. Man, this side is already way cooler than whatever it was we had planned. I start to relax a little when BAM! The front door slams open and I jump and whirl around.
Buffy's little sister comes in with a very pretty brunette girl. How come I don't know about her? And, come to think of it, I don't remember ever hearing about the slayer having a little sister till early last year. It's almost like she just appeared or something. Well, she didn't, because everyone else remembers her...
"What are you doing here?!"
I hunch up and glare over at Andrew. Defecting to the side of good was MY idea!! What a giant copycat!
My ear was really hurting, and I bet it was turning red. I hated that. Tucker used to do this to me when we were kids all the time. It was embarassing. Now the fact that I was being hauled around by a girl...seriously even more mondo uncool.
...and to make matters worse, Jonathan had to be here to see it.
"What do you mean what am I doing here? What does it look like? They hijacked me like Kirk hijacked the Enterprise in Star Trek 3. I was minding my business when I was attacked by the wonder twins here...you gotta help me..."
"Giles?" I call out again, letting Fred get past me, Andrew in tow. It's hilarious that he can outpower us based on size alone, but he's still getting dragged around by two girls, one who's sixteen and one who can't weigh far into the triple digits. What a wimp.
"The duct tape's on a shelf by the stairs in the basement," I call out after Fred when Andrew starts yelling. I turn around and it's - Jonathan.
What the hell? Is our house suddenly Nerd Central? Did I not get the memo? What is he doing here?
I narrow my eyes at him and shut the door, locking it behind me. "I think the question is, what are you doing here?" Man, I'm taller than him. This is cool. "Andrew was obviously dragged kicking and screaming. Did you come... on your own?"
I look at Andrew in surprise as he screams. Wow. That was definitely one of the gayest things I've ever heard. Although Andrew, he is kind of a pansy.
Drumming my fingers on my arms, I look at Jonathan, absorbing the information that he'd just revealed. The orbs of Nezzla-whatever... "They can make him invincible?" I ask, just to be sure. Yeah, we definitely don't want the geeks getting their hands on these. Who knows how many Star Trek figurines they'll steal from the comic shop.
Although I think that's what Jonathan would do. Warren... he's their leader. He's the one hurting people, and even Jonathan, his friend, is scared of him. Not that that means anything, 'cause it's Jonathan, and he's scared of me... but still. He's all pale and sweaty and shaky, and aside from looking down on him, I pity him somewhat. It must've taken a lot of guts to walk into our house like that. Not that I'm sympathizing
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much as I should feel bad for Andrew in this situation, I'm just glad it's not me. I'm glad, for once, that everyone seems to forget I'm there and go on about what they were doing. Maybe being invisible does come in handy sometimes, I know I always said that in highschool when the older guys were looking for someone to beat up. They'd find Warren or Tucker first because well, they were tall and uh- noticeable.
It's not like they're going to kill him. They don't do that, and they're Buffy's friends, if she were here, she wouldn't let- okay but she's not.
"Oh no, there will be no hog tying. I am nobody's pig in a blanket!"
The look on everyone's faces indicates that they don't really seem to care about my non-processed pork product condition, so I stand from the couch, hands still raised to indicate I'm not doing anything tricky and turn to Buffy's sister and the scary Texas woman.
"Look, you don't need to tie me up, honestly. I'll stay. I won't try and escape. I've learned from enough Charlie's Angels reruns on the Superstation that it is always foolish to try and escape from the bad ass chicks, as it just makes them more angry...and honestly, if you two were anymore fury...I'd expect you to be going all She-Hulk on me."
...and really I couldn't think of anything more scary. As it was the situation was bad already. I didn't want rope burn to boot.
"So, I'll stay. I'll do what ever you want, just don't tie me up."
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He's whimpering, and in a way I hate to be so harsh, but I think it will get us the info we need. He's like a soft pancake...lay on the syrup thick enough and he'll crumble.
...or something. Whatever, I do science, not analogies.
"I'm taking him downstairs, so when you get everyone down there...that's where we'll be."
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Buffy's little sister comes in with a very pretty brunette girl. How come I don't know about her? And, come to think of it, I don't remember ever hearing about the slayer having a little sister till early last year. It's almost like she just appeared or something. Well, she didn't, because everyone else remembers her...
"What are you doing here?!"
I hunch up and glare over at Andrew. Defecting to the side of good was MY idea!! What a giant copycat!
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My ear was really hurting, and I bet it was turning red. I hated that. Tucker used to do this to me when we were kids all the time. It was embarassing. Now the fact that I was being hauled around by a girl...seriously even more mondo uncool.
...and to make matters worse, Jonathan had to be here to see it.
"What do you mean what am I doing here? What does it look like? They hijacked me like Kirk hijacked the Enterprise in Star Trek 3. I was minding my business when I was attacked by the wonder twins here...you gotta help me..."
My ear burns from a twist.
"...and make her LET GO!"
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"The duct tape's on a shelf by the stairs in the basement," I call out after Fred when Andrew starts yelling. I turn around and it's - Jonathan.
What the hell? Is our house suddenly Nerd Central? Did I not get the memo? What is he doing here?
I narrow my eyes at him and shut the door, locking it behind me. "I think the question is, what are you doing here?" Man, I'm taller than him. This is cool. "Andrew was obviously dragged kicking and screaming. Did you come... on your own?"
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Drumming my fingers on my arms, I look at Jonathan, absorbing the information that he'd just revealed. The orbs of Nezzla-whatever... "They can make him invincible?" I ask, just to be sure. Yeah, we definitely don't want the geeks getting their hands on these. Who knows how many Star Trek figurines they'll steal from the comic shop.
Although I think that's what Jonathan would do. Warren... he's their leader. He's the one hurting people, and even Jonathan, his friend, is scared of him. Not that that means anything, 'cause it's Jonathan, and he's scared of me... but still. He's all pale and sweaty and shaky, and aside from looking down on him, I pity him somewhat. It must've taken a lot of guts to walk into our house like that. Not that I'm sympathizing ( ... )
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I stand up, and for good measure reach down and grab Andrew's ear and haul him up on his feet.
"Lucky for you, I'm from Texas. So if you can provide the space to store him..."
I look now at Dawn with a smile.
"...I can provide the hog-tyin'."
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It's not like they're going to kill him. They don't do that, and they're Buffy's friends, if she were here, she wouldn't let- okay but she's not.
That's just the first thing that's wrong lately.
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"Oh no, there will be no hog tying. I am nobody's pig in a blanket!"
The look on everyone's faces indicates that they don't really seem to care about my non-processed pork product condition, so I stand from the couch, hands still raised to indicate I'm not doing anything tricky and turn to Buffy's sister and the scary Texas woman.
"Look, you don't need to tie me up, honestly. I'll stay. I won't try and escape. I've learned from enough Charlie's Angels reruns on the Superstation that it is always foolish to try and escape from the bad ass chicks, as it just makes them more angry...and honestly, if you two were anymore fury...I'd expect you to be going all She-Hulk on me."
...and really I couldn't think of anything more scary. As it was the situation was bad already. I didn't want rope burn to boot.
"So, I'll stay. I'll do what ever you want, just don't tie me up."
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