Nertz drabble
Jan. 31st, 2011 08:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
beer_good_foamyI know I said I wouldn't post anything more about the comics, but I wanted to contribute something to the Nertz To You Joss Whedon ficathon and so I ended up with three alternatives:
1) Tweak a fic I'm currently writing to address something about the comics, which feels unfair
2) Write something angsty that takes the comics halfway seriously, which feels hypocritical
3) Write something light and silly, which feels... doable. So without further ado, a drabble set in the Retreat arc, right after Twilight's attack on the monastery in Tibet takes an unexpected twist.
By His Own Petard
Twilight regained consciousness face-down in Tibetan snow. Superpowers or not, getting trampled by a quickly retreating US Army battalion hurts.
A girl stood over him. "By authority of the Slayer's Council and the People's Republic, I, Jeung Chao-Ahn, am placing you under arrest."
He eyed the tens of thousands of heavily armed troops behind her, all aiming at him. "The Chinese army is on your side?"
"Yes."
"But powerful armies don't just hand over command to -"
"Andrew put on a wrestling mask and asked nicely."
"Oh. That'd work." He sighed. "Can I talk to Buffy?"
"No. And stop sparkling."
1) Tweak a fic I'm currently writing to address something about the comics, which feels unfair
2) Write something angsty that takes the comics halfway seriously, which feels hypocritical
3) Write something light and silly, which feels... doable. So without further ado, a drabble set in the Retreat arc, right after Twilight's attack on the monastery in Tibet takes an unexpected twist.
By His Own Petard
Twilight regained consciousness face-down in Tibetan snow. Superpowers or not, getting trampled by a quickly retreating US Army battalion hurts.
A girl stood over him. "By authority of the Slayer's Council and the People's Republic, I, Jeung Chao-Ahn, am placing you under arrest."
He eyed the tens of thousands of heavily armed troops behind her, all aiming at him. "The Chinese army is on your side?"
"Yes."
"But powerful armies don't just hand over command to -"
"Andrew put on a wrestling mask and asked nicely."
"Oh. That'd work." He sighed. "Can I talk to Buffy?"
"No. And stop sparkling."
