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Andrew, the Mightly Bouncy One

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Summary: Andrew is all happy and bouncy and hyper and excited. What on Earth is going on? Crack!fic - total insanity and weirdness inside. Be warned :P

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BtVS/AtS Non-Crossover > Comedy > Andrew-CenteredlothlorienFR716380335620 Dec 1120 Dec 11Yes
Disclaimer: I own nothing, but the idea and the computer I typed this on.

A/N: I'm sorry for this little bit of insanity, but I had to write it :P

Andrew, the Mighty Bouncy One

Andrew couldn't sleep. It wasn't his fault really, he was just excited. He really should go to sleep, but he was instead lying in bed staring at the ceiling. Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce. If he wasn’t careful he was going to wake somebody up and after a long night of patrolling, no one would thank him for it. But he just couldn’t stop bouncing. He was happy. Excited. Hyper, even. And very, very bouncy.

Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce.

OK, maybe he should stop bouncing. But what to do, what to do? He tried going through the menu for the next day, but that just excited him more. Thinking about that night’s patrol didn’t help either. It was a really good one. He staked a vampire. Well, almost. He might’ve missed a bit and gone through the belly and Kate had to stake him again, but still. And he wasn’t hurt. Just feeling the adrenaline and very, very bouncy.

Hyper, hyper, hyper, hyper.

This sleep thing wasn’t going to happen. Baking. He could do that. It would save him some work tomorrow. He silently got up and bounced to the kitchen. Luckily he knew a silencing ward so he cast that. This way he could be as loud as he wanted to and he wouldn’t wake anyone up and they wouldn’t kill him. He set about getting all the ingredients and started preparing them while chanting off key, but happily.

“Happy, happy, happy, I’m so happy. Bounce, bounce, bounce. It’s like badger, badger, badger, badger, badger, badger, badger, badger, badger, badger, badger, badger, mushroom, mushroom. Lovely song that. Bouncy, bouncy, bounce.”

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Late morning had come to the Council house and people were beginning to wake up. Slowly they were trickling down for breakfast. The first one to enter the kitchen was Giles and he was in for a bit of a surprise – the table was full of cakes and other sweets along with enough breakfast food to last even the Slayers a week. And to top it all off there was Andrew bouncing around the room.

“What on Earth is going on here?”

“GILES!” squeeled the excited boy. “You’re awake. Look, I made cake.”

“So I see,” said Giles carefully. “You made quite a lot of cake. Might I ask why?”

“I couldn’t sleep, ‘cause I was all bouncy and happy and hyper and excited and I didn’t want to wake anyone up, but I couldn’t sleep like I already said so I decided to bake something and then I baked some more and now you’re up and you can have some cake which I made when I was all happy and bouncy and excited.”

Giles sighed. It really was too much to ask of him to deal with this when he hadn’t even had his first cup of tea.

“And why are you so happy?”

“I’m all happy and bouncy and hyper and excited, ‘cause it’s my birthday!”
That said, Andrew rushed forward and hugged Giles. The poor man didn’t know how to react, so he just patted his back awkwardly and wished him happy birthday. Just when the hug was becoming really awkward, Xander came in.

“XANDER! You’re here!” Andrew rushed to hug him too. “You can have some cake, cause it’s my birthday!”

From that day forward, Andrew’s birthday was marked on every calendar with bright red – just to give people time to prepare.

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A/N: It's my birthday! And it's two am and I feel exactly like Andrew feels in this fic. But I have neither a silencing spell not baking ingredients nor a working oven, so I had to settle for writing this and bouncing on my bed as quietly as possible. Oh, I don't own the Badger Song either. That bit of Internet genius belongs to MrWeebl.

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