Disclaimer: The characters don't belong to me, I'm just borrowing them for a very short time.
This is my first attempt at a drabble. I wrote this story because I was recently flamed that I might write a bad SGC story. Well, since I'd never written SGC, here it is.
General O’Neill was told he’d been chosen to conduct this interview because of his experience dealing with the weird at the SGC. Nothing had prepared him for this. He looked at the petite woman sitting across the table. She looked hopelessly bored as she lounged in her chair, legs crossed at the knees, filing her nails
“Miss Summers, though some may find your adventures shopping in the Nation’s Capital captivating...and I don’t know why they call it the National Mall if there are no shops,” He watched her look down at her feet and her new shoes. “And I really don’t think we need to talk about your shoes again.”
Did she just pout?
“I was told you would cooperate.” He still had no idea why or how somebody named Buffy was the keeper of this particular secret. “Can you please just tell me what exactly destroyed Sunnydale?”
“Fine.” Buffy smiled. “Sunnydale was destroyed by a magical amulet worn by an ensouled vampire.”
“Oh, for crying out loud.”
“Can I go now?”