TTH FFA Willow Rosenberg / D'argo (Farscape)
Summary: Dawn is NEVER helping with transportation spells, ever again.
Characters: Willow, D’Argo, John
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By Any Chance Would Your Name Happen To Be…?
The purple tongue whizzing by her head was completely unexpected and more than a little gross. It so wasn’t her fault she landed here, wherever ‘here’ was; and startled the man… creature… guy. Oh! And there were these little roundish robot things with antennae and what…
“Ouch! Dammit! That hurt!” Irritation shot to unmanageable levels and she yelled at the tall dangerous creature. “Will you stop hissing at me like some kind o-o-of cat on steroids and…” A human looking man ran in. “Hey!” ‘Salty goodness!’
Said object of Willow’s scrutiny stuttered to a halt, his blue eyes widening in disbelief as they landed on her. If she wouldn’t have known better, she could have sworn he recognized her. No way would she have ever failed to notice this tall, dark, leather wearing example of tasty decadence. She might have switched sides for a while, but after she and Kennedy broke it off, Willow discovered she wasn’t exclusively gay.
The tall hissing guy had stopped trying to smack her around with his tongue thank goodness and Willow placed her hands on her hips and glared. “Do you treat all of your visitors this way? I know my entrance was a bit unexpected, but really! And trying to hit me with your tongue? Gross much?”
A snort drew her attention back to the new comer and she could see he was torn between laughter and disbelief. He opened his mouth and spoke in the most adorable Texas accent.
“D’Argo. I sincerely doubt the lady is tryin’ to invade or take over the ship. Not if she is who I think she is. And how that’s possible I…”
“How do know this John? You weren’t here when she fell through the ceiling.”
“Hold that thought.” The man named John turned his attention back on Willow and he giggled. “Oh god… Um, by any chance would your name be Willow?”
Startled, Willow asked, “How could you possibly know my name? And where am I? I knew I shouldn’t have let Dawn help me with that spell. Alternate reality maybe? Why is my link to the Earth so stretched…?”
Willowbabble was rudely interrupted.
“Earth! John, did you hear that? She said Earth!” D’Argo asked her eagerly, “Can you get him home?”
“What do you mean home? We aren’t on Earth? Where are we?” Dread started to form in the pit of her stomach.
“She can’t get me home D’Argo!” John laughed hysterically. “Where I’m from she’s a fictional character on a television show!”
Determined to look on the bright side, John said, “Well hey! At least I can find out what happened after I left!”