Crash Landing!

Disclaimer I do not own Buffy or Harry. For proof, if I did certain things would be different. Since they aren't, I don't.

Setting Post Season 7 - no spoilers. Willow is living in London and Buffy is visiting her.


“Willow!”

“What?”.

“A dead owl just dropped on your balcony.”

“What?!”

“You heard me. What are you going to do about it?”

“What do you mean ‘me?”

“I take care of the evil baddies. You take care of the witchy stuff. Besides, I am your guest.”

“How do you know it isn’t an evil owl bent blowing out the sun so nighttime flying is all the time?”

“Last Giles lectured on who starts apocalypsi, a dead owl wasn’t on the list.”

“That still doesn’t explain how is this witchy stuff?”

“Isn’t all of that Wicca earthy? Owls are earthy. Hence, your witchy.”

“Fine. Go get me a shoe box.”

“Why?”

“He needs a casket.”

“But one of my shoe boxes? I need those.”

“Give me the one for that pair the demon goo ruined last night.”

“Fine. Here.”

Sliding door grates open.

“Here, owly, owly. I am going to put you in this shoebox so you can have a proper burial…Yaaaahhh!”

“What? What happened?”

“He bit me!”


This was my attempt at an all dialog piece. It is also a one shot that had babies. More to come soon.