In response to littleoldme’s The Mini Scoobs in Space challenge.Disclaimer:
I own nothing!Summary:
You'd think the "My will be done" spell would have taught Willow it’s never a good idea to attempt any spell whatsoever when you’re drunk. So, why are Xander and Willow suddenly five-years-old and stuck abord a spaceship?Setting:
Well, it starts three days post “Chosen.” Won’t stay there, though. I'm not 100% sure on what the dates should be, please forgive if I got it wrong.Prologue
May 22, 2004
Kennedy died today. I can’t believe it. Three days as a slayer, and poof, she’s gone. I know our life is dangerous. Hello, we stopped an apocalypse three days ago! She survived literally being IN the mouth of hell, and she’s killed by some stupid Torak demon that got in a lucky shot!
The others don’t really seem to care much. They all thought she was an annoying, stuck up little brat. Well, maybe she was, but she was MY annoying, stuck up little brat! And, I miss her.
Maybe Xander has the right idea. I may not have the best history with booze, but that was a long time ago.
Yeah. Getting smashed sounds pretty good right about now.
I don’t want to dream.