Fic: In Which Pooh Discovers A Blue Box (Dr Who/Winnie The Pooh)

Right, it's been a while since I posted anything. So here's the first of two fics for this year's spook_me challenge. The other one should be up sometime later tonight if I can just get it to play (not very) nice.

This is a crack crossover I've had in my head for years, and figured this was as good a time as any to write it.

Title: In Which Pooh Discovers A Blue Box
Author: Beer Good (beer_good_foamy)
Fandom: Winnie The Pooh/Doctor Who (Tenth Doctor)
Rating: PG
Word count: ~1800
Warnings: ***Character death***
Author's note: Written for the spook_me challenge "Shapeshifter".
Summary: The Doctor is delighted to land in the Hundred Acre Woods. Well, he would be. But what sort of trouble will the Doctor's arrival bring for Pooh and his little friends?

"You made a bear!"
"I didn't mean to..."
"UNDO IT! UNDO IT!"
- Buffy the Vampire Slayer

( On this particular day Pooh was out walking after having played Pooh-Sticks all morning, when he came to an open place in the middle of the forest, and in the middle of this place was a large blue box, and, from within the box, there came a loud vworping-noise. )

Fic: It Raineth On The Just (BtVS)

So first of all, I won something at the wicked_awards! Thanks a lot, guys!


Second of all, here's the other fic for spook_me. I feel a bit rusty writing fic, so I hope this works. I think it ended up more sad than spooky.

Title: It Raineth On The Just
Author: Beer Good (beer_good_foamy)
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer (season 6)
Rating: PG13
Word count: ~1700
Author's note: Written for the spook_me challenge "Aquatic monster".
Summary: After the events of "Tabula Rasa", Giles leaves Sunnydale and returns home to London. If it can still be his home after everything he's been through over the last few years. And who are those mysterious shapes who keep following him down rainy streets…?

You're an old man sitting by the fire, you're the mist rolling off the sea
You're a distant memory in the mind of your creator, don't you see?
- Nick Cave

( November, unsurprisingly, had settled into a long wet drizzle, yet he kept going for long walks, down crowded streets, through the parks, along the river, in clothes and shoes that were up to the job and a proper sturdy umbrella. )