FIC: Sacrifices of the Ewe
TITLE: Sacrifices of the Ewe
AUTHOR: Demona
SUMMARY: Andrew desperately wants to join Dr. Pierson’s class.
SPOILER WARNING:
For Buffy: Set after “Chosen”
For Highlander: none really
RATING: FR13
"A vague disclaimer is nobody's friend." - I do not own any of the characters in Buffy the Vampire Slayer and/or Angel the Series, they belong to Fox, the WB/UPN, Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, etc. The characters of Highlander: the Series belong to Davis/Panzer Productions, Inc./Rysher Entertainment. The ideas and concepts in this story are mine entirely. Please do not copy or take this story without my permission. Joss Whedon is God…
FFA 1097 Andrew/Methos Take 2
“Dr. Pierson,” I heard my name called as I left the building we were using as a school for the girls. “Dr. Pierson, wait up,” the voice called out again. I sighed - heavily - and turned around to face my own personal stalker. I slid the books and papers in my hands into a more comfortable position, for what I expected to be a rather long conversation.
“Yes, Andrew?” I asked, fixing him with a bored gaze.
“I was kinda wondering…if I could…um…yeah…” Andrew started and then couldn’t quite finish.
“Spit it out already, Andrew!”
“I want to join your class,” Andrew informed me.
“Andrew that class is for Slayers & Researchers, with an occasional Witch thrown in. And women only on top of all that.”
“I know. But I’m training to be a Watcher. I’m a Researcher already…and I can do spells and stuff. Besides I’m already very knowledgeable in that whole subject,” he whined and pouted. “Please, Dr. Pierson, I really want in on that class. You won’t even know I’m there,” he attempted to bargain.
“Somehow I doubt that,” I muttered. “Andrew, you are already in every one of my classes. And you have already received your high school diploma. You honestly don’t need to take this class, too.”
“Dr. Pierson, please. I am just trying to be the most rounded Watcher I can be. What kinda Watcher would I if I didn’t participate in all the things my Slayer did?” he whined. Finally I blew out all the air in my lungs and looked skyward for a long moment.
“Fine, be there at 11 a.m. on Wednesday for the next class,” I finally relented.
“Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!!” Andrew bounced and actually had the audacity to hug me. When I tensed and didn’t hug him back he pulled away and regained his composure. I watched as he straightened out his clothes and mentally collected himself. “I’m so excited. I’ll be the best student ever. Don’t worry, I’ll come prepared for class too, I’ll even do some extra research.”
“All right, Andrew. I’ll see you later,” I dismissed him.
“Bye Dr. Pierson - see you at 1:30,” he called as he happily almost floated away.
“And what did you tell the poor boy to get him all in a flutter?” Rupert questioned as he joined me on my walk towards the cafeteria.
“I told him he could join my Ewe class on Wednesdays,” I tiredly answered. The boy was slowly wearing me down.
“Dear lord…does he realize it is a rather boring class?”
“I don’t think so, Rupert. He just gets so excited to follow me around twenty-four-seven.”
“Better you than me, friend,” Rupert teased me and I glared at him.
“I’ll be sure to send him over to your office to give you a complete rundown after every class then,” I calmly stated and Rupert looked horrified.
“You wouldn’t…” he trailed off, staring hard at me.
“You know how he loves to impress…” I trailed off, letting Rupert stew on the idea for awhile.
Wednesday, 11 a.m., Sacrifices of the Ewe class as instructed by Dr. Adam Pierson.
I looked around the classroom, taking a quick roll of the class. Everyone was here except Andrew, perfect, perhaps he forgot. I pulled the door shut and walked back to my desk in the front of the classroom. I was just about to start my lecture for the day when the door was pushed open and Andrew came stumbling in.
Behind him, being pulled along much to her apparent dismay was an ewe. I caught sight of the dagger belt on Andrew’s waist, not to mention a few texts precariously balanced in one arm, and frowned heavily.
“Sorry I’m late…Patricia wasn’t cooperating,” Andrew said in way of an explanation. I merely raised an eyebrow and decided to let the class handle the situation.
“What are you doing with a frickin’ sheep?” Kennedy broke the stunned silence first.
“This is Sacrifices of the Ewe,” Andrew spoke slowly, as if speaking to a small child…or, well Kennedy.
“Not a sheep, retard, this is a class about the sacrifices and customs of an African tribe…pronounced Ay-Way!” she added with a glare and a disapproving pointed look at the ewe.
Andrew looked up at me for help in the situation and I shrugged. I only wished Rupert was here to see the boy’s misfortune.
~*~
According to thefreedictionary.com an *ewe* can be defined many ways, here are just two:
1 - Ewe - a member of a people living in southern Benin and Togo and southeastern Ghana.
2 - Ewe - female sheep.
AUTHOR: Demona
SUMMARY: Andrew desperately wants to join Dr. Pierson’s class.
SPOILER WARNING:
For Buffy: Set after “Chosen”
For Highlander: none really
RATING: FR13
"A vague disclaimer is nobody's friend." - I do not own any of the characters in Buffy the Vampire Slayer and/or Angel the Series, they belong to Fox, the WB/UPN, Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, etc. The characters of Highlander: the Series belong to Davis/Panzer Productions, Inc./Rysher Entertainment. The ideas and concepts in this story are mine entirely. Please do not copy or take this story without my permission. Joss Whedon is God…
FFA 1097 Andrew/Methos Take 2
“Dr. Pierson,” I heard my name called as I left the building we were using as a school for the girls. “Dr. Pierson, wait up,” the voice called out again. I sighed - heavily - and turned around to face my own personal stalker. I slid the books and papers in my hands into a more comfortable position, for what I expected to be a rather long conversation.
“Yes, Andrew?” I asked, fixing him with a bored gaze.
“I was kinda wondering…if I could…um…yeah…” Andrew started and then couldn’t quite finish.
“Spit it out already, Andrew!”
“I want to join your class,” Andrew informed me.
“Andrew that class is for Slayers & Researchers, with an occasional Witch thrown in. And women only on top of all that.”
“I know. But I’m training to be a Watcher. I’m a Researcher already…and I can do spells and stuff. Besides I’m already very knowledgeable in that whole subject,” he whined and pouted. “Please, Dr. Pierson, I really want in on that class. You won’t even know I’m there,” he attempted to bargain.
“Somehow I doubt that,” I muttered. “Andrew, you are already in every one of my classes. And you have already received your high school diploma. You honestly don’t need to take this class, too.”
“Dr. Pierson, please. I am just trying to be the most rounded Watcher I can be. What kinda Watcher would I if I didn’t participate in all the things my Slayer did?” he whined. Finally I blew out all the air in my lungs and looked skyward for a long moment.
“Fine, be there at 11 a.m. on Wednesday for the next class,” I finally relented.
“Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!!” Andrew bounced and actually had the audacity to hug me. When I tensed and didn’t hug him back he pulled away and regained his composure. I watched as he straightened out his clothes and mentally collected himself. “I’m so excited. I’ll be the best student ever. Don’t worry, I’ll come prepared for class too, I’ll even do some extra research.”
“All right, Andrew. I’ll see you later,” I dismissed him.
“Bye Dr. Pierson - see you at 1:30,” he called as he happily almost floated away.
“And what did you tell the poor boy to get him all in a flutter?” Rupert questioned as he joined me on my walk towards the cafeteria.
“I told him he could join my Ewe class on Wednesdays,” I tiredly answered. The boy was slowly wearing me down.
“Dear lord…does he realize it is a rather boring class?”
“I don’t think so, Rupert. He just gets so excited to follow me around twenty-four-seven.”
“Better you than me, friend,” Rupert teased me and I glared at him.
“I’ll be sure to send him over to your office to give you a complete rundown after every class then,” I calmly stated and Rupert looked horrified.
“You wouldn’t…” he trailed off, staring hard at me.
“You know how he loves to impress…” I trailed off, letting Rupert stew on the idea for awhile.
Wednesday, 11 a.m., Sacrifices of the Ewe class as instructed by Dr. Adam Pierson.
I looked around the classroom, taking a quick roll of the class. Everyone was here except Andrew, perfect, perhaps he forgot. I pulled the door shut and walked back to my desk in the front of the classroom. I was just about to start my lecture for the day when the door was pushed open and Andrew came stumbling in.
Behind him, being pulled along much to her apparent dismay was an ewe. I caught sight of the dagger belt on Andrew’s waist, not to mention a few texts precariously balanced in one arm, and frowned heavily.
“Sorry I’m late…Patricia wasn’t cooperating,” Andrew said in way of an explanation. I merely raised an eyebrow and decided to let the class handle the situation.
“What are you doing with a frickin’ sheep?” Kennedy broke the stunned silence first.
“This is Sacrifices of the Ewe,” Andrew spoke slowly, as if speaking to a small child…or, well Kennedy.
“Not a sheep, retard, this is a class about the sacrifices and customs of an African tribe…pronounced Ay-Way!” she added with a glare and a disapproving pointed look at the ewe.
Andrew looked up at me for help in the situation and I shrugged. I only wished Rupert was here to see the boy’s misfortune.
~*~
According to thefreedictionary.com an *ewe* can be defined many ways, here are just two:
1 - Ewe - a member of a people living in southern Benin and Togo and southeastern Ghana.
2 - Ewe - female sheep.