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

Summary: Possible futures of some of my stories that I wrote, along with possible stories, more to stop thinking about them then to add them to the body of the story itself.

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Miscellaneous > Surprise Crossover(Current Donor)dogbertcarrollFR1575124,32043858412,38722 Feb 106 Jan 14Yes

Crazy

Not a whimper, end with a bang.

“The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results,” Xander said absently, the pain pills he was on making him a little loopy.

“So you're saying I'm crazy for planning to attack the vineyard again too?” Buffy asked sadly.

“Only if you plan on doing the exact same thing as last time,” Xander replied.

“What would you change about the plan?” Buffy asked, wanting to get at least one of her friends on her side.

“Use modern weapons to soften up the enemy before we go hand to hand. The town is nearly empty so we don't have to worry about drawing attention to ourselves anymore.”

“Guns don't work on vampires,” Buffy reminded him.

“So I can shoot Spike to my heart’s content?” Xander asked perking up.

“No!” Spike and Buffy chorused.

“Spoilsports,” Xander grumbled. “Guns work fine for softening up vampires, as Darla demonstrated on Angel so long ago. But our main enemy right now is a bunch of dwarves with vision problems and a preacher with overly large thumbs. Not only do I want to find out if they're bulletproof, but I'd like to blow them up a bit and set them on fire.”

“I like that plan!” Kennedy said brightly.

“Where would we get all the guns?” Faith asked.

“The military base is deserted,” he pointed out, “and I still have the codes for the armory.”

0oOo0

Anya leaned against Andrew as the bus fled Sunnydale. “You handle a shotgun quite manfully for a geek.”

“I play a lot of Duke Nukem,” Andrew replied.

Dawn snuggled into Xander's side. “I have no cheesy lines, but be aware in a matter of months I can legally jump your bones.”

“Not still mad about the whole chloroform soaked rag deal?” Xander asked.

“I used a stun gun on you so we're even,” Dawn replied, “besides, my plans for my next birthday involve a chloroform soaked rag.”

Faith chuckled and elbowed Wood before he could say anything about Dawn's promise/threat to Xander. “You ain't the Principal anymore, School's out.”

“Point,” he admitted, “and the age difference is less than the one between us.”

“I can't believe we got away with no major losses,” Giles said as he coaxed a bit more speed out of the old school bus.

“Spike's gone,” Kennedy pointed out, Willow asleep in her lap.

“And no one important was lost,” Xander said loudly.

“He did some good,” Dawn said softly.

“And a whole lotta evil,” Xander replied, “final judgment isn't up to us and with him gone, Buffy may get better.”

A thump from the roof of the bus reminded them all that Buffy could still hear them.

“And enough of that topic,” Xander said, “anyone know any good ways to pass the time?”

“In public!” Dawn added when Faith and Anya looked like they were about to say something.

“I know!” Molly declared suddenly and started to sing, “We are the S-I-Ts so pity us, the food is bland, the monsters hideous.”

Shortly the entire bus was singing and adding verses with the final line hanging in the air as the Sunnydale sign vanished into the abyss behind them, “We are the Sunnydale S-I-Ts”

AN: Typing by Godogma.

AN2: This was a fragment of an idea that wasn't really expanded from hearing the song at the end of Meatballs with Bill Murray.
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