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Title: Stranded
Author: Beatrice_Otter
Rating: FR-7
Fandom: BtVS/Harry Potter
Words: 200
Challenge: 50. Going for a ride
Disclaimer: I do not own BtVS or HP.
Willow scowled, kicking the flat tire. She was supposed to be turning in her report to the office in Bath, by now, the last thing to do before her vacation started. She fought the urge to transport herself there by magic. It would be so easy to use just a little bit of magic to get herself home.… She wrapped her jacket tighter around herself to ward off the evening chill, and scanned the back country road. No cars in sight, though there was a farmhouse—
She flung herself back into the hedge, narrowly avoiding getting run over by a maniac purple triple-decker bus that had appeared out of nowhere, reeking of magic. The door opened.
“Well?” said a pimply man in a ratty uniform. “Where ya headed?” Behind him, an even more decrepit driver ignored her while a shrunken head gave her a sardonic grin.
“Excuse me?”
“Yer a witch, aintcha? You need transportation? Where ya headed?”
Willow cautiously sent out a tendril of power. He didn’t feel like a demon, or evil.
“We don’t got all day, y’know,” the man said impatiently.
With a last glance back at her car, Willow stepped aboard. “Bath, please. The Watcher’s Council.”
Title: 1969
Author: Beatrice_Otter
Rating: FR-13
Fandom: BtVS/SG-1
Words: 200
Challenge: 50. Going for a ride
Disclaimer: I do not own BtVS or SG-1.
“Isn’t the air lovely tonight, Miss Maria?” Dru cooed to a twig she’d wrapped in a bit of cloth. “Sweet perfume.”
Spike winced as she began pouring tea out of an imaginary pot into an imaginary cup. There was crazy, and there was high, and he always hated dealing with Dru after she’d eaten a hippie, especially when he hadn’t.
“Looks promising,” he said as a multicolored bus pulled over across from them. But the first man off the bus was tall, black, muscled, and a vibe that screamed ‘not human.’ He looked at Spike and frowned.
“Guess not, then.”
Title: A Quick Snatch-and-Grab
Author: Beatrice_Otter
Rating: FR-13
Fandom: BtVS/Atlantis
Words: 200
Challenge: 50. Going for a ride
Disclaimer: I do not own BtVS or Atlantis.
Buffy flung herself out of the way, amulet clutched to her chest, as the tall blue demons with white hair and a messed-up face shot an energy blast at her. “Dammit, Willow, where’s that portal?” she snarled under her breath. This was supposed to be a quick grab of an important mystical artifact from a dimension that didn’t have demons.
One of the horde was thrown backwards by an explosion as a big metal cylinder shimmered into view. A hatch opened. “Come on!” said a cute guy in camouflage. “We’ll take you to Atlantis, where it’s safe!”
Buffy jumped aboard.
tthdrabbles.Title: Stranded
Author: Beatrice_Otter
Rating: FR-7
Fandom: BtVS/Harry Potter
Words: 200
Challenge: 50. Going for a ride
Disclaimer: I do not own BtVS or HP.
Willow scowled, kicking the flat tire. She was supposed to be turning in her report to the office in Bath, by now, the last thing to do before her vacation started. She fought the urge to transport herself there by magic. It would be so easy to use just a little bit of magic to get herself home.… She wrapped her jacket tighter around herself to ward off the evening chill, and scanned the back country road. No cars in sight, though there was a farmhouse—
She flung herself back into the hedge, narrowly avoiding getting run over by a maniac purple triple-decker bus that had appeared out of nowhere, reeking of magic. The door opened.
“Well?” said a pimply man in a ratty uniform. “Where ya headed?” Behind him, an even more decrepit driver ignored her while a shrunken head gave her a sardonic grin.
“Excuse me?”
“Yer a witch, aintcha? You need transportation? Where ya headed?”
Willow cautiously sent out a tendril of power. He didn’t feel like a demon, or evil.
“We don’t got all day, y’know,” the man said impatiently.
With a last glance back at her car, Willow stepped aboard. “Bath, please. The Watcher’s Council.”
Title: 1969
Author: Beatrice_Otter
Rating: FR-13
Fandom: BtVS/SG-1
Words: 200
Challenge: 50. Going for a ride
Disclaimer: I do not own BtVS or SG-1.
“Isn’t the air lovely tonight, Miss Maria?” Dru cooed to a twig she’d wrapped in a bit of cloth. “Sweet perfume.”
Spike winced as she began pouring tea out of an imaginary pot into an imaginary cup. There was crazy, and there was high, and he always hated dealing with Dru after she’d eaten a hippie, especially when he hadn’t.
“Looks promising,” he said as a multicolored bus pulled over across from them. But the first man off the bus was tall, black, muscled, and a vibe that screamed ‘not human.’ He looked at Spike and frowned.
“Guess not, then.”
Title: A Quick Snatch-and-Grab
Author: Beatrice_Otter
Rating: FR-13
Fandom: BtVS/Atlantis
Words: 200
Challenge: 50. Going for a ride
Disclaimer: I do not own BtVS or Atlantis.
Buffy flung herself out of the way, amulet clutched to her chest, as the tall blue demons with white hair and a messed-up face shot an energy blast at her. “Dammit, Willow, where’s that portal?” she snarled under her breath. This was supposed to be a quick grab of an important mystical artifact from a dimension that didn’t have demons.
One of the horde was thrown backwards by an explosion as a big metal cylinder shimmered into view. A hatch opened. “Come on!” said a cute guy in camouflage. “We’ll take you to Atlantis, where it’s safe!”
Buffy jumped aboard.
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Date: 2007-02-10 03:23 am (UTC)From:Cute ficlets. Especially the last: I have a weakness for stories about Buffy in Atlantis. =)
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