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doyle_sb4 wrote a Dr Who/Blackadder crossover which not only explains a lot but is also dead funny. Go read.
Man, Merlin sucked. Why can't someone give ASH a decent script? It's great that he's working, but between this, The Invisibles and that rock opera thingy with Paris Hilton, I'm starting to wonder if he's insulted his agent somehow.
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open_on_sunday's prompt "Hope."
The Fat of the Land
AtS s5
"I'm busy, Spike. So fine, if you want to work with the Wolfram & Hart company choir, go ahead. But it'll be without pay."
"Suits me. Wouldn't wanna become another Evil Incorporated fat cat anyway." He eyed Angel's waistline with a grin.
Angel let it slide. "And remember that our employees are evil, so don't have them sing anything too... provocative, OK?"
"Got it. How about 'Land of Hope and Glory' in tribute to our loyal CEO?" Spike walked out, belting "Wider still and wiiiiider shall thy bounds be set..."
Angel groaned behind his desk and ordered another cup of otter's blood.
Esperanza
Andrew's snoring in the passenger seat, exhausted. Jonathan sticks to small roads.
217 miles to go
He checks himself in the mirror. The border was the last time he'll use a glamour, he decides; it feels like... cheating, now.
143 miles
Sunset. He grips the wheel tighter; just a few more hours of darkness now.
49 miles
Tomorrow they'll make everything right. They'll find the seal, show Buffy... The nightmares will stop.
WELCOME TO SUNNYDALE
"Home sweet home." Jonathan lets out a breath.
Andrew's awake, fidgeting with something in his bag. "You keep circling around. Just... just drive straight in."
doyle_sb4 wrote a Dr Who/Blackadder crossover which not only explains a lot but is also dead funny. Go read.Man, Merlin sucked. Why can't someone give ASH a decent script? It's great that he's working, but between this, The Invisibles and that rock opera thingy with Paris Hilton, I'm starting to wonder if he's insulted his agent somehow.
Anyway, two drabbles for
open_on_sunday's prompt "Hope."The Fat of the Land
AtS s5
"I'm busy, Spike. So fine, if you want to work with the Wolfram & Hart company choir, go ahead. But it'll be without pay."
"Suits me. Wouldn't wanna become another Evil Incorporated fat cat anyway." He eyed Angel's waistline with a grin.
Angel let it slide. "And remember that our employees are evil, so don't have them sing anything too... provocative, OK?"
"Got it. How about 'Land of Hope and Glory' in tribute to our loyal CEO?" Spike walked out, belting "Wider still and wiiiiider shall thy bounds be set..."
Angel groaned behind his desk and ordered another cup of otter's blood.
Esperanza
Andrew's snoring in the passenger seat, exhausted. Jonathan sticks to small roads.
217 miles to go
He checks himself in the mirror. The border was the last time he'll use a glamour, he decides; it feels like... cheating, now.
143 miles
Sunset. He grips the wheel tighter; just a few more hours of darkness now.
49 miles
Tomorrow they'll make everything right. They'll find the seal, show Buffy... The nightmares will stop.
WELCOME TO SUNNYDALE
"Home sweet home." Jonathan lets out a breath.
Andrew's awake, fidgeting with something in his bag. "You keep circling around. Just... just drive straight in."
