Black Hole
Written for open_on_sunday's prompt Space
Title Black Hole
Prompt Space
Setting BtVS Season 7, just before LMPTM.
Rating
G
"Harder, Slayer. You're out of condition. Switch places. And … Do you smell something burning?
"Don't flatter yourself. Like you even got me warm."
Spike flared his nostrils, dropped the punch-bag, and sprinted up the basement stairs.
"It's like the Black Hole of Calcutta in there". Giles slammed the oven door and dispersed smoke with a tea-towel.
"Isn't Calcutta in the Horsehead Nebula? 'Cos that's like millions of light years away from the black hole in question." Andrew removed his singed oven-gloves.
"Space. The final frontier." Xander eyed the charred cake. There should definitely be a retcon on that."
Title Black Hole
Prompt Space
Setting BtVS Season 7, just before LMPTM.
Rating
G
"Harder, Slayer. You're out of condition. Switch places. And … Do you smell something burning?
"Don't flatter yourself. Like you even got me warm."
Spike flared his nostrils, dropped the punch-bag, and sprinted up the basement stairs.
"It's like the Black Hole of Calcutta in there". Giles slammed the oven door and dispersed smoke with a tea-towel.
"Isn't Calcutta in the Horsehead Nebula? 'Cos that's like millions of light years away from the black hole in question." Andrew removed his singed oven-gloves.
"Space. The final frontier." Xander eyed the charred cake. There should definitely be a retcon on that."