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One a day for Thirty-one days...hopefully.

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Summary: This is my collection for the August fic-a-day challenge. It will have some slash, some Het and basically a little of everything.

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Multiple Crossings > Multiple Pairings > Ficlet Collections - OtherJaylynnFR1842,807029701 Aug 113 Aug 11No

NOTE: This chapter is rated FR13

The most famous fat cat of them all.

Disclaimer: Joss owns Buffy and Jim Davis created Garfield.

Summary: Xander just wants to know what's going on and why is Andrew feeding lasagna to a demon cat.


Day 3
Words:719

Xander stopped suddenly in the doorway to the kitchen of the new Watcher’s council, now named ‘The International Council’ or as Dawn loved pointing out, ‘TIC’, and blinked a few times to make sure he wasn’t imagining things.

Looking over his shoulder and spotted Dawn, “Have I finally gone crazy or is Andrew feeding lasagna to some sort of demon cat?”

Dawn snickered as she walked over and peeked around him, “I think you’ve always been a little crazy but not about that. Remember how me and a few of the mini slayers went out to investigate the disturbance Willow picked up last night?”

“You’re a riot and I think I’m surprisingly sane considering what we deal with everyday.” Xander nodded, “Oookay…and? Normally they slay demons not take them home.”

Dawn rolled her eyes and decided to ignore such an easy target, “Only the evil ones, you know that. He’s a Glut’attus, a completely harmless cat like demon that originated from Italy. They are more likely to attack a plate of pasta then to attack a human.”

“That still doesn’t explain what he’s doing here..Ahh!” Xander somehow found himself on the floor with a dog…or what could be mistaken for a dog if it wasn’t a bright yellow, licking his face, “Hey! Stop it! Dawn get it off me!”

Dawn was to busy laughing like crazy to help but the sound of several people running soon turned into three sheepish looking minis. Molly, one of the youngest slayers in the house at 9 grabbed the dog thing that had been assaulting him with licking, “Sorry Xander! He got away from us when we were playing. That’s a good boy Odie, your so good at this game, yes you are!”

Xander shook his head as Molly and the others ignored him and started baby-talking to the yellow dog. Not sure what was going on he glared at Dawn, “What the hell is going on?”

Letting out a few more snickers, Dawn sobered up enough to speak, “Well last night the mini slayers that went to investigate stopped a mini apocalypse. Some arachnid type demons were planning an evasion and from what we learned after the fact, they always send scouts before hand, that look like normal spiders and once they make sure the location is clear they return home and then the ten foot versions start their attack. If it had gone on as planned we would have been swarming with hundreds of them but from what we can tell none of the scouts ever returned to give the all clear and by the way Garfield seemed to enjoy smashing the little spiders that fell off the super spider you can guess what happened to them.”

“Wait, who’s Garfield?” Xander asked, completely confused.

“Oh that’s the Glut’attus’ name,” Dawn explained before turning serious, “since none of the scouts ever returned, a few of the super spider demons got sent instead to investigate. They managed to mortally wound Garfield’s and Odie’s owner before we slayed them. It turns out he was a demon magnet too but instead of demon females like you attract he attracted demon animals.”

Xander wanted to protest being a demon magnet but thought better of it, “So why are the demon animals hear again?”

Dawn looked sad for a moment, “It was his dying wish…he was so worried about who would look after them that I promised they would be cared for and the slayers all love them and it would be a great chance to teach them responsibility, and Andrew now has a undivided fan that loves trying his strange foods he’s always making and-“

“Shh, it’s okay Dawnie, I get it. Does Giles know?”

Dawn shook her head guiltily. Xander sighed and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, “How about we find him and then together we can convince him that we should keep the demon pets you brought home. Oh and those scouts you were talking about? They look like normal spiders right? You think we should have Willow look into a little magical detection?”

Dawn snorted, “Way ahead of you, she’s looking into it now and thinks she should have something by the end of the week, until then I think Garfield can handle them. Almost be a shame to take away his fun.”


A.N. So I read way to many garfield comic's growing up and one thing I remembered besides his never empty stomach was the fact he was always squishing spiders.

A.N. 2 I think this fits with my little animal series I have going so I think once august is over I'll expand this a little and make it a part of that.

The End?

You have reached the end of "One a day for Thirty-one days...hopefully." – so far. This story is incomplete and the last chapter was posted on 3 Aug 11.

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