Blue Paint (Green Bracelet)Disclaimer:
Joss owns Buffy, Sherlock (BBC) was created by Steven Moffat and Mark Gatiss and is based on the works of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. I write for fun, not for profit.Summary:
Buffy was happy. Dawn was sister-bound to investigate. Warning:
Sexual innuendo.A/N 1:
So many people asked for a sequel to White Wine (Purple Lilies) that I couldn't quite stop myself. :) Its incredibly short though, just to warn you. :) Can act as a standalone but is a sequel. :)Blue Paint (Green Bracelet)
Buffy had taken to humming.
She was also singing (at the top of her lungs, in the shower, and very very off-key).
And she was smiling
. Honest to god, blinding everyone in a mile radius, smiling
So, naturally, Dawn had to find out who this new guy in her sisters life was. Xander and Willow both agreed, as the elder Summers had a bad habit of dating evil guys, or guys who had strong predilections towards the darker side of life.
So Dawn, being totally stealthy, faked illness when her sister went on patrol so Dawn could stay behind and snoop.
Only, apparently, her sister had grown savy (or just paranoid, it was honestly hard to tell), and, well...Dawn was fated to have to listen to smurf jokes for the rest of her life.
Honestly, who booby-traps their underwear drawer with a paint filled balloon attached to a crossbow, which was triggered by the the opening of said drawer?
As Dawn wiped the paint out of her eyes, she had a sudden thought. There was no way Buffy had managed this on her own...
Buffy had been enjoying some illicit smoochies with Mycroft in his London townhouse (which were only illicit because she was supposed to be patrolling), when she got a text message from Faith, who was in London for a senior council conference. Rolling her eyes, she pulled out her phone and pushed the screen to active. It was a picture message and she debated for a moment if she really wanted to open a picture message from Faith while in Mycroft's presence. Finally shrugging, she clicked 'Open' and was forced to stare for a moment before she cracked up laughing.
“What is so amusing, my dear?” Mycroft asked, eyebrow raised and a smile gracing his lips. Buffy couldn't answer, so she just handed the phone over to her boyfriend. His eyebrows rose as he took in the picture of her sister, blue paint all over her face and chest, chasing after a terrified Andrew.
“I told...you...she would snoop!” Buffy gasped out and Mycroft chuckled. He'd been the one to suggest the trap when she complained that she thought Dawn would take matters into her own hands soon to find out who he was. “Oh, I can't wait to get home.”
“Hmmm,” Mycroft sounded, turning her phone off and placing it on the coffee table. He looked at her. “I suppose I'm not doing this right then...”
That stopped Buffy laughing. “Doing what?” she asked, confused. His eyes flickered down, to her lips, before he gave a slow, dangerous smile.
“I haven't apparently made enough of an impression if you can't wait to get home...” he said, one hand sliding feather-like down her arm, lingering on the green stone bracelet he'd bought her for her birthday.
Buffy gulped, eyes going wide and dark.
On second thought, Dawn could wait.