Andrew drabbles
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deird1Here’s a ficlet, three drabbles, and two double-drabbles, all starring Andrew.
Outshone
He’d lived his whole life in his brother’s shadow.
Tucker was better at sports. Tucker was better at chess. Tucker was better at demon summoning.
And although he’d had the idea of disrupting school events first, Tucker’s prom night debacle was the one everyone remembered, wasn’t it?
Even when they got to meet Jonathan Frakes (Commander William Riker in episode 34 of Voyager), he was so impressed with Tucker’s stupid Klingon translation of Macbeth that he completely forgot to sign Andrew’s security officer uniform.
It was completely unfair.
But now, he finally had something he could do, that Tucker couldn’t.
Something he was the expert at.
Something he could be known for.
Unfortunately, it wasn’t going very well today.
Andrew shifted in his chair nervously.
Herr Schmidt asked him something completely incomprehensible, and sat back, waiting expectantly for an answer.
Andrew looked down at his phrase book, and tried again.
“Deine… um… daughter… Tochter… yep… Deine Tochter ist einen… um… Slayer.”
No response except for a blank look.
This was getting him nowhere.
As Andrew riffled through his phrase book, trying to find a word that meant ‘incredibly-strong-warrior-women-who-can-fight-evil-bloodsucking-fiends’, the door opened, and a woman entered, carrying groceries.
Must be his wife. So – Serena’s mother.
He smiled politely. “Hi. I’m Andrew. Do you… um… speak English?”
She just stood there, looking puzzled.
Herr Schmidt held up his hand. “Entschuldigung Sie, bitte.”
The parents turned to each other and had a muttered conversation.
“Wer ist er?”
“Er heißt Andrew Wells.”
“Wer?”
“Andrew Wells.”
“Ah! Wells. Er ist Tuckers Bruder!”
“Tuckers Bruder? Ahhh…”
They looked at him with a new respect.
Andrew sighed.
Perfection
Mirage Mansion, in the mountains of Los Angeles, was home to three of the greatest masterminds the world had ever seen: “Wireless” Mears, whose robo-minions patrolled the grounds, and were feared across California, “Gandalf” Levinson, whose spells were legend throughout the world, and the most powerful of all, Great Wells The Summoner, who commanded armies both demon and human, directing them with merely a tune from his mystical Trumpet Of Death.
Their word was law, their names were feared, and nothing, no nothing in the world could stop them – not even older brothers…
Andrew sighed happily, and kept on daydreaming.
X4: Apocalypse, directed by A.Wells
…every few millennia, evolution leaps forward.
A lone warrior will soon be one of thousands.
A shy girl will become a powerful witch.
A carpenter will become a master swordsman.
A vengeful spirit will find out how to be human.
An ancient ruler will become a brilliant physicist.
Two vampires will earn souls, and seek redemption.
An immortal energy will materialise as a school student.
And a group of ordinary men and women will fight to save the world.
From the acclaimed director of the action /adventure Trio, a tale of love, loss, and learning to live again.
Coming Soon!
An evil name should be like Lex, or Voldemort, or…
“I’ve got it: The Thrice-icle!” announced Warren dramatically.
“…like bicycle?”
“Like icicle.”
Andrew considered it. “No, that’d only work if we had super ice powers, or something.”
“Well, once the freeze ray’s working…”
“Nah.”
“Fine.”
“Whatever. Hey, what about Trinity?” suggested Jonathan.
Warren rolled his eyes. “You can’t name everything after the Matrix, you know.”
“I was thinking more of the whole three-in-one Trinity. You know, from the Bible?”
“Oh, ‘cause that’s original,” Andrew pointed out.
Jonathan looked defiant. “Okay, then what’s your idea?”
“How about The Threesome?”
A short pause.
Followed by a longer pause.
“Dude.”
“No. Just… no.”
Beginnings
Out in the living room, Sara and Vi were arguing about hairbrushes – loudly.
Xander kept running up and down the staircase, trying to keep talking to Buffy, find his missing screwdriver, and prevent Anya from accidentally scaring all the younger girls.
And from all the shouting, it sounded like Kennedy was running another drill in the backyard.
They’d stolen the last bag of Doritos, and hidden in the broom closet – away from all the Potentials.
“Okay… um… Gloin, Gimli, Balin, Thorin… oh! and Bombur.”
“That’s only five. You’re still one short. No points.”
“Fine.” She grabbed a handful of Doritos. “Your turn. Um… Name six of the Smurfs.”
“Ooh. Okay.” He concentrated. “Papa Smurf, Lady Smurf…”
(It was weird. She never would’ve guessed they’d become friends.
But then had come the conversation last night. Buffy had screwed up her forehead, looking puzzled, Giles had polished his glasses and said “Yes. Quite.”, and Amanda had just nodded and gone back to discussing weapons with Rona.
Only Andrew had understood her joke.)
Willow’s voice seemed to have joined the din…
Andrew smiled at her, said “five DC superheroes”, and Dawn forgot about the chaos and thought it through.
“Uh… the Flash… Batman…”
All My Worldly Goods
In the end, Dawn decides:
– one family photo
– Mom’s favourite necklace
– a teeny, worn-out teddy bear of Tara’s
– a crumpled page that’s all she has left of her diaries
They go into various pockets – and then she wanders over to see what Andrew’s taking.
He’s standing at the kitchen counter, looking at… well…
“What’s these?”
“Here they are. All my most precious possessions, to be preserved for future generations – or perhaps to fall with me today, in battle.” He looks gloomy.
“So… what are they?”
“My only Lando Calrissian action-figure, a receipt from the last enchilada Jonathan bought me, Scott Bakula’s gum, fifteen dollars, and a packet of M&M’s – in case we survive and need snacks after.”
Dawn raises her eyebrows. “Scott Bakula’s gum?”
“From the set’s trash. He was chewing it between takes during Shadows of P’Jem. This gum has seen the Enterprise.”
“That’s… really gross.”
“Plus, it has Scott Bakula’s saliva, so one day I could maybe clone him and we could act out space adventures together.”
“Still gross.”
“Yeah, I know.”
He looks at her dolefully – and she suddenly wants to cheer him up.
“So, when you clone him for space adventures, can I play Hoshi Sato?”
Outshone
He’d lived his whole life in his brother’s shadow.
Tucker was better at sports. Tucker was better at chess. Tucker was better at demon summoning.
And although he’d had the idea of disrupting school events first, Tucker’s prom night debacle was the one everyone remembered, wasn’t it?
Even when they got to meet Jonathan Frakes (Commander William Riker in episode 34 of Voyager), he was so impressed with Tucker’s stupid Klingon translation of Macbeth that he completely forgot to sign Andrew’s security officer uniform.
It was completely unfair.
But now, he finally had something he could do, that Tucker couldn’t.
Something he was the expert at.
Something he could be known for.
Unfortunately, it wasn’t going very well today.
Andrew shifted in his chair nervously.
Herr Schmidt asked him something completely incomprehensible, and sat back, waiting expectantly for an answer.
Andrew looked down at his phrase book, and tried again.
“Deine… um… daughter… Tochter… yep… Deine Tochter ist einen… um… Slayer.”
No response except for a blank look.
This was getting him nowhere.
As Andrew riffled through his phrase book, trying to find a word that meant ‘incredibly-strong-warrior-women-who-can-fight-evil-bloodsucking-fiends’, the door opened, and a woman entered, carrying groceries.
Must be his wife. So – Serena’s mother.
He smiled politely. “Hi. I’m Andrew. Do you… um… speak English?”
She just stood there, looking puzzled.
Herr Schmidt held up his hand. “Entschuldigung Sie, bitte.”
The parents turned to each other and had a muttered conversation.
“Wer ist er?”
“Er heißt Andrew Wells.”
“Wer?”
“Andrew Wells.”
“Ah! Wells. Er ist Tuckers Bruder!”
“Tuckers Bruder? Ahhh…”
They looked at him with a new respect.
Andrew sighed.
Perfection
Mirage Mansion, in the mountains of Los Angeles, was home to three of the greatest masterminds the world had ever seen: “Wireless” Mears, whose robo-minions patrolled the grounds, and were feared across California, “Gandalf” Levinson, whose spells were legend throughout the world, and the most powerful of all, Great Wells The Summoner, who commanded armies both demon and human, directing them with merely a tune from his mystical Trumpet Of Death.
Their word was law, their names were feared, and nothing, no nothing in the world could stop them – not even older brothers…
Andrew sighed happily, and kept on daydreaming.
X4: Apocalypse, directed by A.Wells
…every few millennia, evolution leaps forward.
A lone warrior will soon be one of thousands.
A shy girl will become a powerful witch.
A carpenter will become a master swordsman.
A vengeful spirit will find out how to be human.
An ancient ruler will become a brilliant physicist.
Two vampires will earn souls, and seek redemption.
An immortal energy will materialise as a school student.
And a group of ordinary men and women will fight to save the world.
From the acclaimed director of the action /adventure Trio, a tale of love, loss, and learning to live again.
Coming Soon!
An evil name should be like Lex, or Voldemort, or…
“I’ve got it: The Thrice-icle!” announced Warren dramatically.
“…like bicycle?”
“Like icicle.”
Andrew considered it. “No, that’d only work if we had super ice powers, or something.”
“Well, once the freeze ray’s working…”
“Nah.”
“Fine.”
“Whatever. Hey, what about Trinity?” suggested Jonathan.
Warren rolled his eyes. “You can’t name everything after the Matrix, you know.”
“I was thinking more of the whole three-in-one Trinity. You know, from the Bible?”
“Oh, ‘cause that’s original,” Andrew pointed out.
Jonathan looked defiant. “Okay, then what’s your idea?”
“How about The Threesome?”
A short pause.
Followed by a longer pause.
“Dude.”
“No. Just… no.”
Beginnings
Out in the living room, Sara and Vi were arguing about hairbrushes – loudly.
Xander kept running up and down the staircase, trying to keep talking to Buffy, find his missing screwdriver, and prevent Anya from accidentally scaring all the younger girls.
And from all the shouting, it sounded like Kennedy was running another drill in the backyard.
They’d stolen the last bag of Doritos, and hidden in the broom closet – away from all the Potentials.
“Okay… um… Gloin, Gimli, Balin, Thorin… oh! and Bombur.”
“That’s only five. You’re still one short. No points.”
“Fine.” She grabbed a handful of Doritos. “Your turn. Um… Name six of the Smurfs.”
“Ooh. Okay.” He concentrated. “Papa Smurf, Lady Smurf…”
(It was weird. She never would’ve guessed they’d become friends.
But then had come the conversation last night. Buffy had screwed up her forehead, looking puzzled, Giles had polished his glasses and said “Yes. Quite.”, and Amanda had just nodded and gone back to discussing weapons with Rona.
Only Andrew had understood her joke.)
Willow’s voice seemed to have joined the din…
Andrew smiled at her, said “five DC superheroes”, and Dawn forgot about the chaos and thought it through.
“Uh… the Flash… Batman…”
All My Worldly Goods
In the end, Dawn decides:
– one family photo
– Mom’s favourite necklace
– a teeny, worn-out teddy bear of Tara’s
– a crumpled page that’s all she has left of her diaries
They go into various pockets – and then she wanders over to see what Andrew’s taking.
He’s standing at the kitchen counter, looking at… well…
“What’s these?”
“Here they are. All my most precious possessions, to be preserved for future generations – or perhaps to fall with me today, in battle.” He looks gloomy.
“So… what are they?”
“My only Lando Calrissian action-figure, a receipt from the last enchilada Jonathan bought me, Scott Bakula’s gum, fifteen dollars, and a packet of M&M’s – in case we survive and need snacks after.”
Dawn raises her eyebrows. “Scott Bakula’s gum?”
“From the set’s trash. He was chewing it between takes during Shadows of P’Jem. This gum has seen the Enterprise.”
“That’s… really gross.”
“Plus, it has Scott Bakula’s saliva, so one day I could maybe clone him and we could act out space adventures together.”
“Still gross.”
“Yeah, I know.”
He looks at her dolefully – and she suddenly wants to cheer him up.
“So, when you clone him for space adventures, can I play Hoshi Sato?”
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Date: 2012-06-29 07:24 pm (UTC)