Joss Whedon owns "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" and related characters; George Lucas owns "Star Wars" and related characters; I own nothing.Note:
This ficlet takes place in the same verse as Dance Along the Edge
The main problem with going planet to planet fighting this damn war was that it was always spring somewhere in the galaxy, and spring, unfortunately, meant allergies.
” Buffy’s sneeze echoed throughout the Republic command center on Felucia. The Republic forces she was stationed with had only been on planet for two days, but that’s all it took for Buffy to turn from fighting-girl to sneezing-and-sniffling-girl. Her allergies had never been this bad on Earth, or even on Naboo. It had only been recently that she discovered how bad they could get when exposed to weird alien plants.
--fine!” she protested loudly, blowing her streaming nose in the handkerchief that had become her constant companion on this damn planet. Across the room, Anakin and Ahsoka had stopped their conversation with Captain Rex to watch the exchange between Buffy and Obi-Wan.
“Oh, I can see that,” he replied, crossing his arms and raising an eyebrow at her. “The minute we’re out there, trying to catch the Seperatists by surprise, you’ll instantly alert them to our position with your blasted sneezing. The answer is still no.” Buffy’s eyes narrowed as she gave him her best glare.
“It’s not that...” she began before a flurry of sneezes interrupted her. “It’s fine!”
“I believe it is as bad as I think it is,” he observed, visibly trying to suppress a smile and failing. “Don’t worry, Buffy. There will be plenty of droids left for you to destroy on some other planet.”
“Besides, Buffy, look on the bright side,” Anakin chimed in, coming up to Buffy and slinging an arm around her shoulder. “Between your sneezing and your eyes watering the way that they are, I don’t think would be able to tell our side from theirs. I’d hate to lose more clones to you than to the droids.”
“Funny,” Buffy bit out, resisting the urge to wipe her nose, and settling for elbowing him hard in the side. “I hope you still find it funny when you’re on the receiving end of the evil alien pollen.” Anakin winced slightly, but otherwise didn’t move.
“I don’t think just because you’re the only one affected makes the pollen evil, Buffy,” Ahsoka added, making sure that her Master was between her and the annoyed Slayer. This earned her a glare from Buffy for her comments.
“Besides, I did warn you about Felucia’s flora before we were officially assigned here after what happened on Rodia,” Obi-Wan commented, still visibly amused.
“Yes, after I had used up my remaining allergy pills on that last planet we were stuck on,” Buffy retorted. She was about to add more when another series of sneezes left her gasping for breath. Obi-Wan and Anakin grabbed her arms to support her, so violent was the attack.
“Please, just see sense for once,” Obi-Wan urged her quietly. Buffy tried to glare at him through watering eyes before looking down with a sigh.
“Fine,” she bit out. “I’ll stay here and monitor communications. But if Ventress shows up, I make no promises.”
“You’ll sneeze her into oblivion, then?” Ben asked in an amused tone. “A brilliant plan.”
“Cute,” Buffy snapped back. “And no, that wasn’t the plan.”
“I stand corrected.”