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Title: X is for Xylophone
Fandom/Charters: Buffyverse, Xander & Willow
Rating: G
Words: 100


"Favorite instrument?" Xander pondered the question. "Maybe the electric guitar. For the cool factor, ya know? - Ow! Hey! Whatcha hit me for?"

"Don't lie, Xander!" Willow said.

"I'm not lying!"

"You are too. I know what your favorite instrument was in 2nd grade. And it wasn't a guitar."

Xander buried his head in his hands. He occasionally forgot that Willow was privy to nearly all of his secrets.

Buffy leaned forward eagerly. "So what was is, Wil?"

"The xylophone. Because he was so excited to find an instrument that matched his name."

"They sound cool too," Xander protested defensively.
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Title: N is for Never
Fandom/Characters: Buffyverse, Spike & Giles
Rating: G
Words: 200


The night was raw and damp, unseasonably cold for southern California. It reminded Spike far too much of London, a feeling he despised even as a small part of him yearned for it.

The house glowed invitingly in the fog and he only hesitated a moment before knocking. Giles opened the door and regarded the vampire thoughtfully. "What do you want?" he eventually asked.

Spike had the grace to look sheepish. "Could I trouble you for a cuppa?"

Giles blinked in surprise and then peered out into the night. "Rather nasty out there isn't? A pot of tea would hit the spot, I suppose." A smirk appeared briefly on his lip and he turned towards the kitchen.

"Er, mate?" Spike called after him.

"Oh very well, come in," Giles called over his shoulder.

Ten minutes later, Spike was sprawled out on the couch, communing with a cup of tea. He took a sip and his eyes closed in pleasure.

"This is the real stuff, ain't it?"

"Imported straight from Twinings. The shipping is horrific, but it is far superior to the dreck they sell over here."

"I am never drinking Liptons again," Spike said blissfully, and Giles chuckled in agreement.
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Title: B is for Book
Fandom/Characters: Buffyverse, Willow
Rating: G
Words: 200


Willow was not a stupid girl. Her teachers would say she was one of their top students. Her parents, when they deigned to notice their daughter, would nod approvingly.

She was Research Girl, second only to Giles at finding the weird, the obscure, the occult. Second only to Miss Calendar at finding the modern, the hidden, the computerized.

No, Willow was not a stupid girl. Which did not stop her from doing something phenomenally dumb.

She knew that Giles kept some of his rare books locked in the cage in the library. The ones he never let her touch, and only let her read from if he was there, reading over her shoulder at the same time.

Well, screw that. She could handle them. She was Research Girl.

The lock was simple enough to pick, even for a novice like her, and she trembled in excitement as she pulled out the book that had been calling to her.

She could feel power pouring off of it as she stroked the spine, and she felt her body humming in response. Unconsciously, she opened herself up to the book and, unaware of the rest of the world, sat down and began reading.
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Title: To Exist
Character(s): Dawn, Connor
Rating: PG
Word Count: 240
Prompt: After Hours
Written the daily theme of “Movie Titles” on [ profile] comment_fic.

They weren’t supposed to exist, neither of them. So of course that meant that they went out of their way to live. It became a game, to see which one of them could sneak out first. Sometimes it was Dawn, using every skill she had learned from her Slayer sister, to make it past the inevitable guard (“receptionist” - as if) at the front desk. Sometimes it was Connor, although he denied ever cheating.

Then they would run to the darkest, skivviest clubs in LA and stand in line just like any other normal couple. Well, any other normal couple who knew which things that went bump in the night to be afraid of and which could safely be ignored.

And once they got in, they danced, the Girl Who Didn’t Exist and the Boy Who Shouldn’t Exist, Dawn in her too-short skirt and too-tight top, long hair hanging heavily down to her waist, and Connor, betraying his parentage in his black leather pants and black shirt with the first three buttons undone.

They danced to verify their existence, every movement, every thrust a challenge to a universe that said they shouldn’t exist. In the comfort of the dark, home to both of them, they danced and loved and danced some more, knowing that when daylight came, they would each go back to their curious half-life, existing but not. And each of them hoped that someday they would simply be.
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Title: Comedy Tonight
Character(s): Buffy & ensemble
Rating: G
Word Count: 261
Prompt: A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Forum
Written the daily theme of “Movie Titles” on [ profile] comment_fic.

Something familiar, something peculiar

“Oh not again,” Buffy muttered. “For the third time this week, NO. I will not donate a lock of my hair for needy orphan demons,” she said, whirling on the bright blue demon that had approached them.

The demon’s shoulders slumped in defeat and his three lower lips jutted out in a reasonable approximation of a pout.

“And don’t you start!” she said, spinning back around at the slight noise that escaped from Giles.

He held up his hands in surrender. “Wild horses couldn’t drag it out of me.”

Something appealing, something appalling

Buffy flipped around again and quickly dodged the thrust of the creature’s arm (tentacle?). She paused for a moment behind a gravestone to admire the demon’s form. At once beautiful and revolting, it certainly gave new meaning to the phrase “drop dead gorgeous.” With a shrug, she buried her dagger in it’s ribcage, right where Giles promised the heart would be.

Something for everyone, a comedy tonight

Breakfast Club?”


Sound of Music?”

“Oh hell no.”

Nightmare on Elm Street?”

“No!” That response came from all corners of the room, and Buffy put her hands on her hips.

“Well, if you guys are going to reject every suggestion I come up with, pick something yourself!”

There was a mad scramble for the video shelf, and Xander finally held up one video in triumph.

Moments later, the sound of coconuts clopping filled the room, and Graham Chapman and Terry Gilliam filled the screen.
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Title: Correct Pronunciation: An Object Lesson
Author: VelvetMouse
Fandom/Characters: BtVS; all scoobies
Word Count: 497
Warnings: none
Summary: Humans aren't the only ones who sometimes botch a spell.
Notes: Written for the [ profile] sbomg Mini Challenge 01
Correct Pronunciation )
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Fandom: Star Trek (AOS/TOS)/Buffy crossover
Characters: McCoy & Giles

"She's a what?"

"A vampire slayer."

"This little china doll? You're kidding, right? And wait, that means vampires exist?"

Giles sighed in frustration and ran a hand through his hair.

"Look, doctor, you've been to many different worlds, correct? And you've seen anatomies that most people couldn't comprehend? Your ship's own first officer has green blood, does he not?"

"So you're saying I should - "

"Just think of vampires as a humanoid race who's metabolism has been modified to take nutrients from blood rather than food, yes."

McCoy sighed. "Fine, but that still doesn't explain what they're doing on earth."

Giles smiled slightly. "Think of the Hellmouth as an intergalactic portal, allowing beings from many different planets to arrive here. It may even be true for all we know."

"Fine. I'm a doctor, not a priest. I don't try to understand where these demons come from. But what does all that have to do with her?" the doctor asked, indicating the small form stretched out on the couch in front of them.

"Buffy is, as I said, a vampire slayer. She's been gifted with skills above and beyond what a human would normally possess - increased strength, quickened reflexes, accelerated healing, the usual things. She was in a fight two days ago and was hit with a beam of - something. Her own healing does not seem to be enough in this case. It is my hope that your advanced medicine will be - or can at least tell us what is wrong with her." Giles looked at the other man beseechingly. "Please, doctor, we need her more than you could possibly know. And right now she needs you."

McCoy took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Alright, let's see what we can find," he agreed, and knelt beside the prone girl.

Giles let out a sigh of relief. Now, at least, there was a chance.
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Fandom: Eddings (Belgariad/Mallorean)/Buffy crossover
Characters: Garion & Wesley

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.
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Your remix's title: To Boldly Go (The Remix)
Characters or pairing: Dawn
Rating: PG
Warnings and/or spoilers: None except for Dawn's dirty little mind.
Original Fic: "The Next Generation", by [personal profile] kindkit
Buffy the Vampire Slayer: To Boldly Go (The Remix), for kindkit )


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