TtM - Prompt #227 - Impetus - Untitled P2 - BtVS
Another week, another Taming the Muse (tamingthemuse) prompt. WEEK ELEVEN - WORDCOUNT 595
Title: Untitled P2
Fandom: BtVS
Prompt: #227 - Impetus
Warnings:
Rating: G
Pairing: none
Summary: Xander's lovelife is worthy of a betting pool.
Disclaimer: blahblahblah not mine blahblahblah ya'll know the drill blahblahblah nobody reads this anyways blahblahblah
Xander was never on the track team, but after a lifetime on the Hellmouth, he could sprint with the best of them. Especially given the proper impetus.
Murderous vampires at his back? Totally motivational. Not to mention that Spike was in some serious trouble. So he ran.
He was, in fact, so focused on running that he almost ran right by Giles as the man was arguing with Andrew on the front porch of the big house they used for training baby slayers.
“GILES!” Xander gasped as he stumbled to a halt, and then promptly succumbed to a coughing fit that almost put him on his face on the ground.
“Xander, what on earth?” Giles steadied him and muttered grumpily, “I suppose I’m entirely too mature to say ‘I told you so.’”
Andrew rolled his eyes, “I’m not. I’ll tell Buffy that Xander’s had another one of his legendary dates. Where’s Spike?” He didn’t wait for an answer, but trotted up to the front door and shouted in for Buffy. Several baby slayers appeared in the windows.
Just what I need, Xander thought, trying to catch his breath, “Spike… necromancer… Jane…” Not his most eloquent turn of phrase, but it had all the salient points.
On cue, the glasses came off, and Giles waved them around as he patted his pockets in search of a handkerchief. “Oh dear.”
“Did he say necromancer? Seriously? Why does Xander get all the fun?” Andrew pouted as Buffy stuck her head out.
“Necromancer? You were dating a necromancer?” She sighed in longsuffering resignation, “I’ll get Willow. Somebody tell Dawn, I think this invalidates the betting pool. Nobody has necromancer called.”
Andrew shook his head and called after her cheerfully, “Angel did, but he won’t know if nobody tells him.”
Giles looked at Andrew for a long moment, “What exactly is the pool up to?”
“Seven hundred dollars and some change.”
With a very quiet cough, Giles hauled Xander upright and began maneuvering him towards the car, “Yes, well, I think that this little incident hardly counts as enough to warrant disturbing him.”
“Too late,” Buffy grunted as she appeared hauling several large axes and a bag of spell components for Willow.
The redhead just looked guilty, “I was on the phone with them she came in. Angel says his winnings can go back into the pot. He’s betting next time it’ll be Tathula demons for the Spring sacrifice.”
Andrew looked affronted, “I bet on Tathula demons! He can’t steal my bet, can he?”
Buffy shrugged, “Talk to Dawn.” Hefting her burdens into the car, she dusted her hands, “Alright, so… Where to?”
Xander, who had just watched with ever increasing humiliation as his lovelife was paraded, stomped and gambled on, was reminded that he’d left a very afraid, not that Spike would ever admit it, vampire behind. “Leaverson Cemetary.”
“Leaverson? Isn’t that the one that they did that special report on because it’s got all those gaudy nuveau riche mausoleums and tombs that would make Liberace blush?” Buffy asked as they all piled into what the baby slayers had dubbed the Battle Van.
“Oh! I remember that report. Wow. Those were some really hideous tombs. This necromancer has no taste.” Willow shared a disgusted look with Buffy.
“That explains why she was going out with me, I guess.” Xander held up a hand to stop the halfhearted protests, “Can we just go and slay? It’s been a long, unfun, unsexy night.”
“And that was far more information than I ever desired to know, thank you, Xander.”
“No problem, G-man.”
Title: Untitled P2
Fandom: BtVS
Prompt: #227 - Impetus
Warnings:
Rating: G
Pairing: none
Summary: Xander's lovelife is worthy of a betting pool.
Disclaimer: blahblahblah not mine blahblahblah ya'll know the drill blahblahblah nobody reads this anyways blahblahblah
Xander was never on the track team, but after a lifetime on the Hellmouth, he could sprint with the best of them. Especially given the proper impetus.
Murderous vampires at his back? Totally motivational. Not to mention that Spike was in some serious trouble. So he ran.
He was, in fact, so focused on running that he almost ran right by Giles as the man was arguing with Andrew on the front porch of the big house they used for training baby slayers.
“GILES!” Xander gasped as he stumbled to a halt, and then promptly succumbed to a coughing fit that almost put him on his face on the ground.
“Xander, what on earth?” Giles steadied him and muttered grumpily, “I suppose I’m entirely too mature to say ‘I told you so.’”
Andrew rolled his eyes, “I’m not. I’ll tell Buffy that Xander’s had another one of his legendary dates. Where’s Spike?” He didn’t wait for an answer, but trotted up to the front door and shouted in for Buffy. Several baby slayers appeared in the windows.
Just what I need, Xander thought, trying to catch his breath, “Spike… necromancer… Jane…” Not his most eloquent turn of phrase, but it had all the salient points.
On cue, the glasses came off, and Giles waved them around as he patted his pockets in search of a handkerchief. “Oh dear.”
“Did he say necromancer? Seriously? Why does Xander get all the fun?” Andrew pouted as Buffy stuck her head out.
“Necromancer? You were dating a necromancer?” She sighed in longsuffering resignation, “I’ll get Willow. Somebody tell Dawn, I think this invalidates the betting pool. Nobody has necromancer called.”
Andrew shook his head and called after her cheerfully, “Angel did, but he won’t know if nobody tells him.”
Giles looked at Andrew for a long moment, “What exactly is the pool up to?”
“Seven hundred dollars and some change.”
With a very quiet cough, Giles hauled Xander upright and began maneuvering him towards the car, “Yes, well, I think that this little incident hardly counts as enough to warrant disturbing him.”
“Too late,” Buffy grunted as she appeared hauling several large axes and a bag of spell components for Willow.
The redhead just looked guilty, “I was on the phone with them she came in. Angel says his winnings can go back into the pot. He’s betting next time it’ll be Tathula demons for the Spring sacrifice.”
Andrew looked affronted, “I bet on Tathula demons! He can’t steal my bet, can he?”
Buffy shrugged, “Talk to Dawn.” Hefting her burdens into the car, she dusted her hands, “Alright, so… Where to?”
Xander, who had just watched with ever increasing humiliation as his lovelife was paraded, stomped and gambled on, was reminded that he’d left a very afraid, not that Spike would ever admit it, vampire behind. “Leaverson Cemetary.”
“Leaverson? Isn’t that the one that they did that special report on because it’s got all those gaudy nuveau riche mausoleums and tombs that would make Liberace blush?” Buffy asked as they all piled into what the baby slayers had dubbed the Battle Van.
“Oh! I remember that report. Wow. Those were some really hideous tombs. This necromancer has no taste.” Willow shared a disgusted look with Buffy.
“That explains why she was going out with me, I guess.” Xander held up a hand to stop the halfhearted protests, “Can we just go and slay? It’s been a long, unfun, unsexy night.”
“And that was far more information than I ever desired to know, thank you, Xander.”
“No problem, G-man.”