Semi-Drabble Fic: Greeting The Hellmouth
Author: Anime Ronin
Rating: PG (nothing really bad – if you’ve seen the movie, you’d understand)
Summery: Xander’s costume has left one very odd morning after effect.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
AN: Okay, this is meant to clear some writer’s block, so please, do not post this one site – just meant for giggles (though it may get posted on TtH).
AN2: I know it’s more than 100 words long, but oh well, it’s short.
(November 7th, Unknown Broadcasting Booth – 101.1 HMTH)
He looked at all of the dials, making sure they were in place, made sure his headphones were in place, and then checked the clock one last time before his producer gave him the thumbs up and the ‘On Air’ light came on.
For several seconds, he said nothing, feeling his heart rate soaring past 150 before it abruptly went back to where it was supposed to be – he took a single deep, calming breath before he spoke into the microphone in front of him, “Greetings, Sunnydale, my name is Alexander Harris and I have only one thing to say to you this morning –“
(Elsewhere in Sunnydale)
Rupert Giles heard an oddly familiar voice speaking through his clock radio, which had been going off for only a minute or so, and groaned as he realized his normal DJ would not be there this morning, having quit the day before on-air.
“-Harris and I have only one thing to say to you this morning. GOOOOOOOOOOOOD MORNING SUNNYDALE! Ladies and Gentlemen this is not a test, this is rock and roll, 101.1 HMTH!”
The bellowed words were enough to jerk him out of bed, but not only that, jerked his companion awake from her slumber, “Rupert? What was that?”
He looked over at his bedmate as the radio started to spit out Eric Clapton’s Layla, “Go back to bed, Joyce – I have a student to maim.”
Ending Note: Okay, confused yet? Xander’s costume was that of a disk jockey, and he ended up being possessed by one Adrian Crone (I hope I am getting the last name right), whom I first learned about from Good Morning Vietnam (he was played by Robin Williams). As for why Joyce is there in Giles’ bed … well, that’s for you to wonder about and for me to wish my muse had never thought of – reviews, please.