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velvetfictionFandom: Eddings (Belgariad/Mallorean)/Buffy crossover
Characters: Garion & Wesley
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It was one of those conversations that could have only taken place after too little sleep and too much alcohol.
"If you could go back in time and tell yourself anything, what would it be?" Wesley asked as he slumped back on one of the beat up couches in the lounge. He was rumpled and beat up, a far cry from his usual immaculate presentation.
Garion gave him a sharp look, but Wes held up one hand. "No, no," he amended hastily, "I haven't found a way to actually do that. It was more in the nature of a hypothetical question."
"Oh, okay," Garion said, relaxing back into his own seat. "Don't scare me like that. Grandfather has forbidden me from mucking around with time until I'm at least 5000, and given how mad he got when I started playing with the weather, I don't even want to think about the lecture I would get if I didn't listen."
Both men shuddered at the thought. Being on the receiving end of one of Belgarath's blistering lectures was not something either one wanted to experience again.
"I think," Garion said slowly, taking another sip of his drink, "that I would tell myself not to be such a whiny little boy. That chosen family is more important than anything, that Aunt Pol and Grandfather will love me no matter what, and that most of all, Life. Is. Not. Fair." He punctuated each word with a tap on the chair, causing his drink to slosh. "And so I need to stop complaining about it and just deal with it."
Wesley chuckled. "Amen."
"What 'bout you?"
"To get over myself, get the pole out of my arse, and open my eyes. That life cannot be lived in books and reality is far more exciting than any historical chronicle. Oh, and never, ever to get romantically involved with a demon."
Whatever Garion might have replied was cut off by a siren sounding through the room. Both men groaned.
"Can't it be someone else's turn to save the multi-verse?" Garion muttered.
"You'd think they'd give us a few moment's peace. Not fair," Wesley agreed.
"Duty calls," Garion sighed and placed a hand on each of their foreheads. A brief surge of Will, and the two men were sobered up.
Wesley suddenly grinned as he reholstered his weapons. "But I don't waaaaaannnnnaaaaa," he whined.
"It's not faaaaiiiiiirrrrrrr," Garion whined back as he shouldered Irongrip's sword.
"Do we haaavvveee to?" they asked in unison as they went to meet up with the rest of the team.
Characters: Garion & Wesley
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It was one of those conversations that could have only taken place after too little sleep and too much alcohol.
"If you could go back in time and tell yourself anything, what would it be?" Wesley asked as he slumped back on one of the beat up couches in the lounge. He was rumpled and beat up, a far cry from his usual immaculate presentation.
Garion gave him a sharp look, but Wes held up one hand. "No, no," he amended hastily, "I haven't found a way to actually do that. It was more in the nature of a hypothetical question."
"Oh, okay," Garion said, relaxing back into his own seat. "Don't scare me like that. Grandfather has forbidden me from mucking around with time until I'm at least 5000, and given how mad he got when I started playing with the weather, I don't even want to think about the lecture I would get if I didn't listen."
Both men shuddered at the thought. Being on the receiving end of one of Belgarath's blistering lectures was not something either one wanted to experience again.
"I think," Garion said slowly, taking another sip of his drink, "that I would tell myself not to be such a whiny little boy. That chosen family is more important than anything, that Aunt Pol and Grandfather will love me no matter what, and that most of all, Life. Is. Not. Fair." He punctuated each word with a tap on the chair, causing his drink to slosh. "And so I need to stop complaining about it and just deal with it."
Wesley chuckled. "Amen."
"What 'bout you?"
"To get over myself, get the pole out of my arse, and open my eyes. That life cannot be lived in books and reality is far more exciting than any historical chronicle. Oh, and never, ever to get romantically involved with a demon."
Whatever Garion might have replied was cut off by a siren sounding through the room. Both men groaned.
"Can't it be someone else's turn to save the multi-verse?" Garion muttered.
"You'd think they'd give us a few moment's peace. Not fair," Wesley agreed.
"Duty calls," Garion sighed and placed a hand on each of their foreheads. A brief surge of Will, and the two men were sobered up.
Wesley suddenly grinned as he reholstered his weapons. "But I don't waaaaaannnnnaaaaa," he whined.
"It's not faaaaiiiiiirrrrrrr," Garion whined back as he shouldered Irongrip's sword.
"Do we haaavvveee to?" they asked in unison as they went to meet up with the rest of the team.