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minor BtVS characters - drabbles
Here are six drabbles starring minor characters from Buffy the Vampire Slayer. (The last one is actually cheating - it's 170 words - but it fits better here than it does anywhere else. Pretend it's a drabble.)
Anti-hero Worship
Mr Travers raised an eyebrow. “You seem cheerful, Lydia. Enjoying being back in Miss Summers’ good books, are you?”
“Err… Glad to be heading home. California’s climate doesn’t agree with me.”
“I see.”
Lydia shifted in her seat, feeling unusually guilty. She knew the Slayer’s actions had been dismissive, unorthodox, and thoroughly unacceptable; they had just been told to run off and play as if they were schoolchildren; but regardless…
There was an autograph in her pocket addressed to “Lydia, a saucy bint who…” and she couldn’t help smiling.
She was going to be the envy of the research department.
In Costume
Jean Grey runs through the streets of Sunnydale, combating the chaos with some kickass telekinesis.
A demon is knocked unconscious by a tree branch, a zombie is tied up with a length of garden hose, still moaning for brains, and a pair of homicidal axe-wielding circus clowns are hit by a succession of jack o’lanterns until they give up and run the other way.
Jean’s doing brilliantly. The professor would be proud.
- - - - -
Then it all fades into a dream, and Amy is Amy again.
But suddenly, having superpowers seems like a really fun idea – and Amy is hungry for more.
Inspiration
What do you get if you cross a sheep with a kangaroo? Woolly jumpers.
It’s an old joke. Maggie never thought it was that clever.
Now she sits, making careful notes, and letting her imagination run wild.
What do you get if you cross a human with a demon? A strong fighter? Or just someone very ugly?
What about a demon crossed with another demon?
A vampire crossed with a supercomputer?
A werewolf crossed with a solder crossed with a mermaid crossed with someone invisible?
What if you kept on going?
What if you had hundreds?
The possibilities are endless.
Babysit
Years later, he couldn’t remember her.
The memories from those early years are sketchy at best, and all of his were saved for those precious hours he’d had with Nikki.
But although she’d never claim that top spot, at the time Rita was his second favourite person in the world.
Picture books, building blocks, toast with honey, a soft-toy dog… her apartment had it all, and no mistake.
Every time Mommy went patrolling that year, she’d take him across the hall, and Rita would call him “the little gentleman” and smile.
But she died the next year, and he forgot.
(Before They're Hatched)
She’d never admitted it out-loud. But, in Kennedy’s head, the “when I become…” had slowly turned into “if I become…” and then “if I had been…”
It’s easier to deal with disappointment if you work up to it.
And yeah, she’d hoped. (Stupid, really, given the whole fighting-for-your-life-every-night thing. But it would have meant something. It would have been real.) The current incumbent could die any day now, and then…
But when Ms Taylor didn’t object to college – “I’ll still be your Council contact if you need it. And… keep training.” – she knew for sure.
She’d never be the Slayer.
Tentatively
Working at the Doublemeat isn’t interesting, really. But there are nice bits. And nice people.
And speaking of nice people, Sophie really should show Buffy the unofficial list of Absentee Excuses, because she keeps on using the same one.
“…weird rash, and puking everywhere, so I had to go home and help, because my brother really can’t do medically things. Nope. So – family emergency.”
Michael listens to her explanation with bored scepticism. “Uh-huh. Well, next time, let your shift supervisor know before you leave, okay?”
“Sure. Sorry.” Buffy looks contrite, and he nods and walks over to check on the fries.
There is a reason sick family members are only at number seventeen on the list. It doesn’t even sound believable when it is true.
Sophie coughs politely – and raises an eyebrow. “A family emergency?”
Buffy looks around, and shrugs. “Big demon. Weird exploding eggs, secret army guys… it was a whole thing.”
She nods. “Oh. Okay.” And they share a brief smile.
It’s nice having friends at work.
Anti-hero Worship
Mr Travers raised an eyebrow. “You seem cheerful, Lydia. Enjoying being back in Miss Summers’ good books, are you?”
“Err… Glad to be heading home. California’s climate doesn’t agree with me.”
“I see.”
Lydia shifted in her seat, feeling unusually guilty. She knew the Slayer’s actions had been dismissive, unorthodox, and thoroughly unacceptable; they had just been told to run off and play as if they were schoolchildren; but regardless…
There was an autograph in her pocket addressed to “Lydia, a saucy bint who…” and she couldn’t help smiling.
She was going to be the envy of the research department.
In Costume
Jean Grey runs through the streets of Sunnydale, combating the chaos with some kickass telekinesis.
A demon is knocked unconscious by a tree branch, a zombie is tied up with a length of garden hose, still moaning for brains, and a pair of homicidal axe-wielding circus clowns are hit by a succession of jack o’lanterns until they give up and run the other way.
Jean’s doing brilliantly. The professor would be proud.
- - - - -
Then it all fades into a dream, and Amy is Amy again.
But suddenly, having superpowers seems like a really fun idea – and Amy is hungry for more.
Inspiration
What do you get if you cross a sheep with a kangaroo? Woolly jumpers.
It’s an old joke. Maggie never thought it was that clever.
Now she sits, making careful notes, and letting her imagination run wild.
What do you get if you cross a human with a demon? A strong fighter? Or just someone very ugly?
What about a demon crossed with another demon?
A vampire crossed with a supercomputer?
A werewolf crossed with a solder crossed with a mermaid crossed with someone invisible?
What if you kept on going?
What if you had hundreds?
The possibilities are endless.
Babysit
Years later, he couldn’t remember her.
The memories from those early years are sketchy at best, and all of his were saved for those precious hours he’d had with Nikki.
But although she’d never claim that top spot, at the time Rita was his second favourite person in the world.
Picture books, building blocks, toast with honey, a soft-toy dog… her apartment had it all, and no mistake.
Every time Mommy went patrolling that year, she’d take him across the hall, and Rita would call him “the little gentleman” and smile.
But she died the next year, and he forgot.
(Before They're Hatched)
She’d never admitted it out-loud. But, in Kennedy’s head, the “when I become…” had slowly turned into “if I become…” and then “if I had been…”
It’s easier to deal with disappointment if you work up to it.
And yeah, she’d hoped. (Stupid, really, given the whole fighting-for-your-life-every-night thing. But it would have meant something. It would have been real.) The current incumbent could die any day now, and then…
But when Ms Taylor didn’t object to college – “I’ll still be your Council contact if you need it. And… keep training.” – she knew for sure.
She’d never be the Slayer.
Tentatively
Working at the Doublemeat isn’t interesting, really. But there are nice bits. And nice people.
And speaking of nice people, Sophie really should show Buffy the unofficial list of Absentee Excuses, because she keeps on using the same one.
“…weird rash, and puking everywhere, so I had to go home and help, because my brother really can’t do medically things. Nope. So – family emergency.”
Michael listens to her explanation with bored scepticism. “Uh-huh. Well, next time, let your shift supervisor know before you leave, okay?”
“Sure. Sorry.” Buffy looks contrite, and he nods and walks over to check on the fries.
There is a reason sick family members are only at number seventeen on the list. It doesn’t even sound believable when it is true.
Sophie coughs politely – and raises an eyebrow. “A family emergency?”
Buffy looks around, and shrugs. “Big demon. Weird exploding eggs, secret army guys… it was a whole thing.”
She nods. “Oh. Okay.” And they share a brief smile.
It’s nice having friends at work.
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