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In Debt Up to Our Crossbows

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Summary: The Council is in debt. Whatever will Giles and the Scoobies do? Part fanfic, part fan art.

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BtVS/AtS Non-Crossover > GeneralCameron + 14 othersFR139315,28618218305,91012 Oct 0628 Apr 09No

NOTE: This chapter is rated FR15

The blue pill, take 2 by Carnen

"Angel, you might want to see this..." Wesley said, entering Angel's office. Angel looked up from signing the papers on his desk.

"What is it this time?"

Wesley looked slightly uncomfortable, but if you looked closely, the corners of his mouth were twitching.

"Spike has retaliated against your rather...imaginative ad," he finished dryly. It figured that they would have started insulting each other in this manner sooner or later; they already insulted everything else.

Angel's face darkened.

"Well, let's see it then. The sooner I get this over with, the sooner I can start on kicking his ass."

Trying to stifle his laughter, Wesley turned towards the TV in Angel's office and turned it on, finding the appropriate channel. This one was rather unique as it catered to supernatural clientele as well as the ordinary populace. It was also home to the widely popular Demon Idol.

"He couldn't do better than that?" Angel laughed it off, "Talk about originality. I already hit him with that one."

Wesley covered his smirk with his hand, striking a contemplative pose.

"Yes, well, I imagine it does lack a certain originality...apart from the fact that this ad is currently being shown across the country, specifically in the circles dealing with the supernatural."

A laugh finally broke out of him at the stunned look on Angel's face at the news. Before Angel could sum up any outrage however, there was a knock on his office door. Noticing that Angel was still staring at the screen in disbelief (even though it was now showing a wide range of travel brochures), Wesley called for the knocker to come in.

It was Gunn, who only stuck his head through the door. Taking note of the situation, he looked at Wesley.

"Hey, Wes, you better warn the boss that about a dozen Slayers are downstairs in the lobby."

Wesley frowned.

"That is a rather common occurrence these days, Gunn."

"Yeah, but it ain't everyday they come a knockin' with tranquilizer guns and a net."

Wesley pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed.

"We really must see Willow about putting his soul in permanently, this is becoming quite taxing on our PR department."



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Disclaimer: I don't own any of the images that went into the making of this gif. I called dibs on the erectile dysfunction ad, but Methos beat me to it. Oh well, that's what I get for going to sleep :) Still, if it results in Angel getting chased by Slayers again... >:)
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