Life in Sunnyhell
Life in Sunnyhell.
By Niamh O’Leary and Rose Williams.
Disclaimers: Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling et al. Buffy the Vampire Slayer belongs to Joss Whedon et al.
Authors’ Notes: The next chapter of Familiar Ashes is coming. Reviews on this are always welcome. Flames will be used to toast marshmallows.
It will be Buffy/Severus.
Starts about a year and half after the destruction of Sunnydale, California. Early in Harry’s fifth year (Order of the Phoenix will not be affected.)
Buffy unbuckled her seat belt and hurried to the toilet, leaving her laptop on her seat. As soon as she had disappeared down the plane’s aisle, Giles turned to Willow and Dawn.
“Did you do the spell?” he asked.
Willow grinned, shaking her head. “I just added a laxative to her ‘nutritionally balanced airline meal’. I figured she might have noticed magic.”
Dawn, Giles and Xander looked at Willow with various expressions of shock and dismay.
“That’s not very… sporting,” Giles spluttered.
“Can I just be the first one to say ‘ew’?”
“You’re okay with me calling on possibly very dark magic, but it’s putting a simple pharmaceutical into somebody’s food that turns me into the Wicked Witch of the West?”
Dawn shrugged, “We never claimed it made sense.”
She leant over the seat in front of her and picked the laptop up. She opened it carefully and ran her fingers lovingly over the keys.
“Oh, I have missed you, sister’s diary. All those years were separated by the padlock she placed between us. Finally we are reunited.”
“Just read it, Dawnie,” Willow said.
Dawn looked to see them all staring at her, with barely contained laughter, and blushed. She woke the computer up and was asked for the password.
“Ah, much easier than picking locks,” Dawn said, happily.
She typed in a quick series of words; Angel, Mr Gordo, Buffy1430, etc. Eventually she discovered ‘cheeseguy,’ and giggled.
“She’s getting subtler in her old age,” Dawn said. “But she’d better off with something random.”
Xander turned to Willow. “We blame you,” he said. “You’re the one who taught her how to hack into the NSA mainframe.”
“The NSA is hardly as corrupting as Star Trek.”
“What was she writing?” Giles asked, tired with the banter.
Dawn was reading so quickly she looked cross eyed.
“It’s good. She writing about Sunnydale, you know, all the Slayer stuff we did, well you guys did, and how to recognise evil substitute teachers. Someone pinch me, I think Buffy’s written a book. It’s like we’ve gone through a wormhole. We’re in a different Universe.”
Willow pointed an accusatory finger at Xander.
“Didn’t I say that Star Trek was a bad influence.”
“That wasn’t Star Trek, that was Farscape,” Xander said. “Okay, so maybe that isn’t better. But it did have a completely different, you don’t want to know.”
“Please!” Giles said. “Dawn, what has Buffy written?”
“It’s a book. Willow, do you have a CD I can burn?”
“Burn?” Giles asked, obviously alarmed.
“Copy,” Dawn translated. “It’s not a big file yet, so it shouldn’t take long.”
Willow hand Dawn a CD case. Dawn quickly put it in and dragged the file across to copy. The dialogue box popped up with the ‘about 10 seconds’ message and Dawn looked anxiously down the aisle.
The computer finished copying, and Dawn took the CD out, and closed the laptop with another loving caress.
“You and I will have some time alone later,” she told it.
Xander rolled his eyes. Dawn ignored him regally and returned the computer to Buffy’s seat just before the toilet door opened again.
She hastily handed the CD back to Willow, who returned to its case in her bag.
“We’ve got our excuses?” Willow asked. She looked over the seat quickly for a last check before Buffy made it back.
Buffy returned to find everyone looking conspicuously innocent. She knew that asking would do no good, so she ignored them and sat down again. She took out her laptop, opened it, and entered the password again. The others looked on surreptitiously.
Willow and Dawn got out their own computers and had a whispered conversation about whether to copy it again or simply load it onto their own computers. Eventually they decided on one disk copy. Once they had copied it, Dawn passed the CD to Giles, who loaded with remarkable competence onto his own laptop. Xander decided to read over Willow’s shoulder, but she quickly got tired of his reading so slowly and banished him to his own computer.
They each had carefully constructed explanations for what they were ‘really’ doing, except Giles, who just needed to take off his glasses and begin to clean them for Buffy to tune out. If that didn’t work, he could quickly revert to ‘interesting’ and other polysyllables. Buffy, though, just continued typing, without a thought for her similarly engrossed friends.
When the plane touched down and they finally disembarked, Buffy realised that something strange was going on. Dawn was supporting Willow out of the plane and towards English customs.
“It’s okay,” Dawn was murmuring. “It was a long time ago. A lot has happened since then. No one blames you.”
“But she did, she did!”
“What’s wrong, Will?” Buffy asked. It looked as if Willow had been crying.
Dawn shook her head at Buffy. But Buffy was beginning to get quite worried. Willow needed people to talk when she cried. Willow managed a watery smiled for her friend.
“I’m okay, really, Buffy,” she said. “I’ve just done some stupid things, is all.”
Buffy pulled Willow into a half hug. “We all have,” she said. Willow nodded sadly.
Willow brushed off Buffy’s concerns as well as she could, but Buffy’s description of how she had felt in her last fight with Angel had moved Willow more than she had ever imagined.
Buffy took responsibility for collecting the several large trunks of weapons that they invariably took with them. They were too large for the others to carry, Buffy, however liked them because they were too big and solid for anyone to steal or steal from.
“Are you okay, Willow?” Xander asked.
Willow nodded. “It was the part about Angel, you know, after he came back from Hell, and she was looking after him.”
Dawn nodded; she could remember Buffy raging at nothing for weeks. Giles looked equally thoughtful.
Xander however, looked slightly annoyed. “I’m not up to that bit yet, you all read faster than me. Now it’s spoilt.”
Dawn looked at Xander a moment in shock. She turned back to Willow.
Willow patted Xander on the arm. “I think I speak for both Dawn and Giles when I remind you that you were there
Xander coloured slightly. “That’s not what I meant,” started to say, but gave up at their sceptical looks. “But still, it was very good. Obviously the Cs and Bs Buffy got for English hid the fact that she can actually write.”
“Remember Emily Dickens?” Willow said to Giles, giggling slightly.
Giles took off his glasses and started to clean them, clearing his throat in warning. Buffy had collected their rather large pile of luggage and returned to where they were standing.
“Dawn!” Buffy said.
“I didn’t do it,” Dawn said.
“But who else has an unnatural attraction to my diary?”
“Can I take the fifth on that?”
“We’re in England, not America,” Buffy said. “The fifth doesn’t work here, so I’m going to assume you meant yes. You all read it?”
They nodded. Willow started babbling, genuinely distressed.
“I’m really sorry, Buffy, but we were all curious. And Dawn said that it was really good. And it is good, and I never realised all that stuff about Angel, and I’m really sorry. Also, I never told Xander that, so you can’t blame me. And you’re my best friend, I don’t want to loose you, I’d never do anything to hurt you.”
Buffy pulled Willow into a hug, and turned to glare at the others.
Xander raised an eyebrow at Dawn.
“Does anyone else wish they had the gift of babbling? And was that two sentences, or three?” he added to Giles.
“Four,” Giles said. “Although I’m sure she didn’t breathe.”
“You really think it was good?” Buffy asked, looking at all of them over Willow’s shoulder. “And you weren’t offended by anything I wrote?”
“Not at all,” Xander said. “I get to be in the book.”
“Well, you have no understanding of the quality and workmanship involved in making a good tweed suit, but as you are from Southern California, your ignorance can be excused.”
“So it was good?” Buffy insisted. “My first therapist recommended writing everything down, but he didn’t like the vampire parts much. And I lost all my Slayer diaries, we’ll need those to help the newbies.”
“It’s really good, Buffy,” Willow assured, pulling out of the hug gently to look her friends in the eyes. “And I had some thoughts about it.”
“So did I,” Giles said. “And to butt in, my involved a publishing house and an inordinately large amount of money.”