BtVS Triple Drabble: Rained On
Title: Rained On
Fandom: BtVS
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Buffy, Xander, Willow.
Rating: G
Written Using: The dw100 prompt ‘Umbrella’.
Setting: Season One.
Summary: Wet weather causes problems for Buffy.
Disclaimer: I don’t own BtVS, or the characters.
A/N: Triple drabble.
Slaying was an all-weather gig; the vamps didn’t stay home just because it was raining. Not that it rained all that much here, most of the time; Sunnydale was generally a sunny place, but when it did rain it usually poured.
‘Sucks to be me.’
Willow and Xander were on the sidelines, sheltering under their umbrellas and cheering her on, providing moral support rather than physical assistance. Not that she needed their help, it was only the one vamp, and she was quickly getting the upper hand, but they’d been on the way to the Bronze, and she’d made herself all pretty in the hopes that Angel would show, and now she looked like a drowned rat. The only good point in all this was that so far she hadn’t fallen in the mud.
Buffy delivered a powerful roundhouse kick and the vamp went down hard, but as he hit the ground he lashed out with one long leg, hooking his foot around her ankle and…
SPLAT!
Oh, that was just great, now she looked like she’d been mudwrestling!
“Okay, that does it!” Scrambling to her feet, Buffy dove at the vamp, who was still floundering in the mud, and drove her stake through his heart. He exploded in a cloud of dust which, naturally, went all over her.
“Great fight!” Xander whooped. “Loving those high kicks!” He held out her umbrella.
Buffy stared at it. “That’s a tad redundant at this point, don’t you think?” She was soaked to the skin, plastered in thick mud, and liberally dusted with bits of vampire. The pouring rain was actually welcome since it was gradually sluicing away the worst of the muck.
“Huh?” Xander was staring fixedly at Buffy’s clinging clothes.
“Put your tongue away, Xand. I’d better go home and change.”
The End
Fandom: BtVS
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Buffy, Xander, Willow.
Rating: G
Written Using: The dw100 prompt ‘Umbrella’.
Setting: Season One.
Summary: Wet weather causes problems for Buffy.
Disclaimer: I don’t own BtVS, or the characters.
A/N: Triple drabble.
Slaying was an all-weather gig; the vamps didn’t stay home just because it was raining. Not that it rained all that much here, most of the time; Sunnydale was generally a sunny place, but when it did rain it usually poured.
‘Sucks to be me.’
Willow and Xander were on the sidelines, sheltering under their umbrellas and cheering her on, providing moral support rather than physical assistance. Not that she needed their help, it was only the one vamp, and she was quickly getting the upper hand, but they’d been on the way to the Bronze, and she’d made herself all pretty in the hopes that Angel would show, and now she looked like a drowned rat. The only good point in all this was that so far she hadn’t fallen in the mud.
Buffy delivered a powerful roundhouse kick and the vamp went down hard, but as he hit the ground he lashed out with one long leg, hooking his foot around her ankle and…
SPLAT!
Oh, that was just great, now she looked like she’d been mudwrestling!
“Okay, that does it!” Scrambling to her feet, Buffy dove at the vamp, who was still floundering in the mud, and drove her stake through his heart. He exploded in a cloud of dust which, naturally, went all over her.
“Great fight!” Xander whooped. “Loving those high kicks!” He held out her umbrella.
Buffy stared at it. “That’s a tad redundant at this point, don’t you think?” She was soaked to the skin, plastered in thick mud, and liberally dusted with bits of vampire. The pouring rain was actually welcome since it was gradually sluicing away the worst of the muck.
“Huh?” Xander was staring fixedly at Buffy’s clinging clothes.
“Put your tongue away, Xand. I’d better go home and change.”
The End