Pop Goes the Weasel
Ficlet #1: Don't Bet On Brownies
A.N. Hey, folks! I've been having trouble with CoD, but these random little ideas keep popping up, so I thought I would post them to keep you guys entertained. None of these ficlets really have much to do with my story, which is why they're stand alones, and not part of the story arc. I hope you enjoy, and I will do my best to write some more on Children of Destiny.
A.N.2 OK, so here are some helpful bits of info on the changes for some of the characters: Daniel Jackson suffers from intermittent bouts of invisibility, courtesy of the PTB; Xander has Hyena!Xander and Soldier!Xander back in full color and detail; Lara Croft has been given the ability to manipulate Time around herself, also courtesy of the Powers.
Xander had invited the rest of the Scooby Gang, as well as some of his fellow ‘Children of Destiny’ to Xavier’s school for a visit over the Easter holidays, and Katherine, being one of few who knew everyone in the group, had volunteered to be tour guide. It was, thus far, going well.
“And this is the kitchen,” Katherine gestured into the room. The group she was giving a tour to peered through the door, and instantly bowled her over in an attempt to enter. “Hey! What’s the big deal?!” She entered the kitchen at a more sedate pace. “Oh, so that’s what the big deal is.”
“Brownies…” the awestruck chorus echoed eerily in the large kitchen as some of the most powerful humans in the Western Hemisphere surveyed the pan of gooey, freshly baked dessert.
“Back away from the brownies,” the cook -Logan, surprisingly enough- growled menacingly as he moved to shield his creation. “These ain’t yers; they’re mine
Sparks of defiance burned brightly in half a dozen pairs of eyes. A head of red hair began to bleed to black. Hands reached toward knives and stakes. Warm brown eyes brightened to a feral bright green, and a high-pitched cackle erupted. Energies filled the air, and time stuttered almost audibly.
,” Logan’s eyes barely had time to widen in panic before his entire body was swarmed with rabid, chocolate hungry Champions of the PTB.
Katherine carefully removed herself from the room, shaking her head ruefully. “I’ve warned him about what happens when he makes brownies when all the Scoobies are here,” she remarked, wincing at a loud crash from within the kitchen. Beside her, the air shimmered slightly, then suddenly revealed a man with light brown hair, and a possessive grip on a small chunk of warm chocolate. “I see you managed to get out of it without any major injuries,” the young woman remarked with a smirk. “Really, Daniel, I thought you only got that intense over coffee…”
“He put caramel swirls in the brownies,” the archaeologist said simply, his hazel eyes still bright with adrenalin.
Katherine’s gaze went distant as she imagined the described dessert. “Yeah,” she said dreamily, her mouth watering, “That would explain it.” Several feral screams of fury sounded from the kitchen, and then one single drawn out cackle of laughter. Both mutant and archaeologist winced at the sound. “They really ought to know better than to get between Xander and chocolate,” the young woman mused quietly. Daniel grunted in agreement, focusing on inhaling the chunk of brownie. “Ten bucks that Xander ends up with the biggest piece, and five on Faith as second runner-up.”
Word Count: 445