In Which a Bored Andrew...
L’histoire d’un petit garçon! Main pairing:
Xander/HP Male Character (surprise), Spike/not known, others not yet determined or predicted MY Inspiration:
Buffy the Vampire Slayer (movie, graphic novels, T.V. series), Angel (T.V. series, graphic novels), Harry Potter (novels, movies), The Mummy (Movies with Brandon Fraser, bare mention of the people characters of this series, although the City is a Character too, don’tcha think?) Disclaimer:
This is my standard disclaimer; I don’t own anything in regards to the sources of MY Inspiration
. All publically recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
All the characters, worlds, base concepts or general ideas are just a bit food for the writing bug. This story is pure fiction and is in no way meant to copy or reflect real life, events or people, should this happen then obviously it is pure coincidence. Warning:
Yaoi, Shounen-ai, etc… If you’re reading this and it’s not you’re thing then you’ve obviously searched for the wrong thing. Hit the back button and leave, no comments/reviews or flames needed regarding this story, unless you honestly like it and have valid criticism. Chat language not accepted and will be ignored. Author’s Note:
I first fell in love with this type of story by accident in 2004 and have felt that it is more fun to read and write slashy-type stories rather than boy-girl type because I read too much of that kind when I was in High-School (blame Daniel Steele or Harlequin Romances for the negativity against het stuff). Summary:
AU (sure, as those dead may be dead or may be living) - Non-cannon (definitely) - Post the last apocalypse in the Buffy T.V. series and Angel T.V. Series
Never let Andrew get bored! A magical accident occurs, and someone is unexpectedly, physically “chibified”. Unable to handle the fact that the child is neglected, someone who loves the child, as is and as was, ‘wishes
’ that they be transferred into the guardianship of someone living far from Council HQ. Speech Legend:
(This is the standard by which I write my stories and therefore you will not see this repeated in future chapters)
(…Other Languages/Mind Speak/Alternate Speech Patterns like sign language…)
----- Chapter One - In Which a Bored Andrew...
“Damn it,” Andrew exclaimed loudly. “This isn’t right...” He pauses to look into his cauldron and then look back at the book. “Something’s wrong with the colour and the smell is too sweet... now let me see...”
He leans forward to look more closely at the letters. The words that he had deciphered were clear, but there were a couple that he had guessed
at because of how they sounded
and how they looked
like. He picked up his Farsi to English dictionary and tried to re-interpret the words. Farsi was the closest match to the older language in the book that contained the potion he was currently working on, but just now, had forgotten on the fire.
He even forgot the one simple rule of removing something from any form of fire during the potion simmering process. This has always been an important step, especially if you weren’t sure that the outcome was what was indicated. He barely had trouble with his potions, but there had been a few times that he failed with various results.
The most memorable was the time that all the Slayers ended up with PMS on the same day and the poor men of the Watcher’s Council and Guild were stuck with the brunt of it. That is until they lucked out and several huge nasty demons had decided that that particular week was the perfect time to attempt to control the world. It looked like the Slayers may have caused the near extinction of that particular species. It would take eons for them to recover.
Ever since then, he had been confined to a tower, located in a small town far from the Council’s HQ, whenever he chose to experiment with potions from the Watcher’s diaries and books. It was his way of trying to help and it did work some of the time, which is why the others didn’t stop him from playing with the potion stuff. Although they agreed that they all had to take turns to investigate the place within twenty-four to forty-eight hours after Andrew had been dropped off.
This time it was an altogether different sort of mistake.
Andrew finally remembered to take the cauldron off the burner, but the gooey purplish-blue gunk of congealed icky-ness was useless. He let the stuff cool off just a bit and then did the next unforgiveable thing. He went to the window and tossed the warm gak out of the window where it headed to the bottom of the tower with a speed that seemed to exceed normal gravity.
“ANDREW WELLS,” a shriek came up from the base of the tower. “IF I GET MY HANDS ON YOU, YOU’RE GOING TO BE MY NEXT MEALS ON WHEELS.”
Andrew was startled by the high pitched voice because it didn’t sound like any of the younger Slayers.
His confusion didn’t last long at a small blond and very much naked little boy attacked him. The boy was punching, kicking, yelling and screaming.
“YA BLOODY GREAT IDIOT,” the boy snarled, all vamped out, gnashing his teeth and yowling like a pissed off kitten.
“YOU DIDN’T LOOK DID YA, WHEN YE TOSSED THAT SHITE.” Punch, with double kick to the shins.
“I’D EAT YA WHOLE, BUT YA NEED TA UNDO THIS MESS,” sitting on the chest of the downed human, ear grabbing with one hand and head shaking with the pulling of the hair. “YE BETTER BE FIXIN’ THIS MESS SOON.”
“AND YA BLOODY WELL BETTER FIX ME CLOTHES, I’LL NOT BE WAITING YEARS TO BE ABLE TO WEAR ME COAT,” with a final near ineffectual punch to the jaw.
The punch was near ineffectual as the old vampire strength was no longer behind it, but there was still powerful enough in it to knock the poor human out.
“Wimp,” the boy said running back outside to get his clothes and then back to where the unconscious human was.
He dug out the cell phone that he had been given and speed-dialled the beeper code for an emergency related to Andrew and his potions experiments. He looked around the room and chose to confiscate all of the papers, books and dictionary that the young Watcher had been using.
“Ye better be waking up soon ye runt,” he said to the body, while packing the books into his leather coat and hiding the majority from view. He left the boy’s notes and that was about it.
Andrew was already coming around. He sat up quickly, looked around and then stuttered out, “S..ss...Spike!”