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Coffee Crisis

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This story is No. 1 in the series "The Coffee Series". You may wish to read the series introduction first.

Summary: During a research party Xander notices that Buffy and Dawn are out of coffee. Oh no! What are they to do? Gold Blend/Taster's Choice crossover

Categories Author Rating Chapters Words Recs Reviews Hits Published Updated Complete
Miscellaneous > CommercialsKennieFR71599081,19011 Oct 0611 Oct 06Yes
Author’s Note:

This story is just a random idea that popped into my head when I noticed the Commercial section in the Miscellaneous category and which refused to go away until I'd written it. I hope you enjoy it and if you do, please review!



I do not own any of the characters portrayed in this fanfiction story. I make no money from the creation or distribution of this fanfiction story.



Coffee Crisis



“Hey, Buff,” Xander called from the kitchen. “You’re outta coffee.”

Buffy looked at her watch and sighed. It was far too late for a quick run to the shops - in England everywhere was closed by ten at night – and there was no way everyone was going to stay awake for the rest of the research party without a severe infusion of caffeine.

“I’ll see if any of the neighbours mind lending us some,” the senior Slayer said, moving to get out of her seat.

“No, I’ll go,” Dawn offered. “You’re the only one of us who’s actually seen these demons.”

“Dawn’s right, Buffy,” said Giles.

Buffy settled back down into her seat with another sigh as her younger sister left the apartment.



Dawn made a silent bet with herself as she knocked on the tenth door in a row. She was sure that this neighbour would turn out to be another of the ‘coffee? I only drink tea’ brigade that seemed to flourish only in England rather than one of the door-slammers. At the moment, the door-slammers were in the lead five to four. Statistically it had to be another tea drinker. As the door opened she launched into her already familiar speech.

“Hi, I’m sorry to bother you but my sister and I are having a dinner party and we’ve run out of coffee. I was hoping you could lend us some,” she said without even looking at the person who’d answered the door.

“Certainly,” an incredibly familiar voice replied. “It’s this way.”

Startled, Dawn looked up in time to see the guy walk away and into his open plan kitchen.

“Would Gold Blend be too good for your guests?” the guy asked with his back still to Dawn as he opened a cupboard door.

“Oh! I, um, think they could get used to it,” Dawn answered, moving slightly into the man’s flat and trying to get a better look at his face.

“It’s a very sophisticated coffee,” the man said with a smile in his voice.

Dawn looked around her surroundings, trying to see as much as possible in the short time that she had available. “Our guests are very sophisticated people,” she said as he turned around.

Matthew Prescott stared in amazement as the pretty brunette turned as pale as snow (a not inconsiderable feat considering her golden tan), squeaked, grabbed the coffee and ran out of his flat as though she was a hare being chased by a greyhound.

“You’re welcome!” he called after her, closing his front door.



Dawn flung open the door to the apartment she shared with her sister and rushed to get inside and close the door. Her wild gaze settled on Giles as he sat with the others, their heads bent over ancient books and she squeaked again.

Xander looked up. “Oh, good, you got some coffee,” he said, getting up and taking the jar from her numb hands.

Dawn flopped down into the seat he had vacated as he went into the kitchen to make the coffee. “Uh, Giles?”

Giles looked up at her over the rim of his glasses. “Yes?”

“Have you got a younger brother?”

The End

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