Fics for 2015 #060 ~ The Slayer and the Dweeb: The Oblectation of Nothingness
TITLE: The Slayer and The Dweeb
AUTHOR:
kerkevik_2014
FANDOM: BtVS post-series; set in Jet Wolf's The Chosen S8 (&9) continuation http://btvschosen.com/
CHARACTERS: Faith Lehane; Andrew Wells;
WORD COUNT: 640
A/N: Inspirations: 1) A desire to write; even though I never seem to get a lot of comments, which would, frankly, be a lot better than noms. 2) A post someone made about targetting a fic-a-day throughout October (mine is to reach a hundred by November). 3) Someone asking for prompts (might be the same person; can't honestly recall. 4) Hints and moments from several fics over the years that Faith and Andrew develop a strange 'The Odd Couple' friendship. 5) A desire to keep alive the ghost of Jet Wolf's wonderful capturing of what was, for me, the magic of Buffy as a show. 6) To actually start using the 'prompts' provided by various dw/lj's with themes/words of the day and such, to 'prompt' stories (today's is http://www.oed.com/view/Entry/129677 and, finally, 7) For someone to have a sense of where they are (The Chosen is set in Pennsylvania), and have things such as Philly Cheesesteaks http://www.food.com/recipe/philly-cheesesteak-sandwich-authentic-94031 which I would love to try, though how genuine one made in the Uk by such as me would be I hesitate to speculate.
When they weren't not there, they always ended up at The Park; oldest in town, legend had it that when the town was founded the place had already been there and had simply stayed and growed up around it.
Faith chose to believe that legend; not that in her world it paid not to heed the legends people told.
You might have to kill them next week.
Or tonight.
"Uhura would never fuck Spock!"
The Dweeb looked horror-struck at her. Mind you Andrew could look that way if you said you preferred the TV Klingons, or DS9 over the original show.
And no, she could never get over that contradiction either.
Faith, finished her 'fake' beer; real ones never having been allowed in Trillium's parks; tradition started before the place was born apparently, tossed a perfectly arced three-pointer into the far trash bin; belched and turned full-on to The Dweeb.
"She was like a senior officer, with a career and command responsibilities right?"
Andrew looked doubtful, but nodded in acknowledgement of these basic truths.
Faith continued, "Spocky-babes," he winced and she grinned evilly to herself; she knew how much he secretly lusted after the Vulcan, "is on an indirect path to command; he can become Captain, and become a Captain but, since he hasn't taken the Kobiyashi Maru test he isn't on the direct path to command."
Andrew was about to say that neither had she, but stopped as the penny dropped and he realised that that would defeat his argument, and end their 'argument'.
She could almost see the cogs turning in his head as the conflict between Dweeb Authenticity and the fun they were having almost caused smoke to emerge from his facial orify; she loved to torment him with her English manglings, never letting him forget the whole 'Vampyres' debacle.
It was a Sunday; warm for an October morning in Pennsylvania; she was sharing time with someone she'd having kicked the shit out of on one of those rare days she'd spent at school; being there and not being kicked out before she walked out.
They were eating Philly Cheeseseaks; genuine made by a native-born Philadelphian; within sight of the Liberty Bell in fact, and drinking sodas; fake beers and milkshakes; chips and other disastrous gastronomic choices it you aren't a Slayer snacks.
There were kids playing Soccer; she missed the days when they played softball or baseball, but they were having fun and she liked to see kids have fun these days; there being a time when it sent her nutzoid with bitterness, usually leading to days of avoiding the cops.
She was engaging in friendship; having been hit while making fun of The Dweeb and his collection of 'dweebellettes' marathoning the original series Trek movies one night.
Secretly paying attention to every word in every scene, she was caught borrowing the original series DVDs at a library in Philly; a Sunday afternoon as it happened, by The Dweeb, which had conceived their Sunday secret geek trysts.
Faith had discovered the delight in something simple and nothing.
They argued about Trek; Star Wars - she hated Leia settling for Solo; Andrew was too much of a romantic (and besides he hated the alternative, which was Brother Luke; which, of course drove her into reading every bit of Wincest she could find and relating every smutty detail to him) to not argue with her over that; she found vampire stories ridiculous, whereas The Dweeb wallowed in every detail...
Oblectation was a real thing apparently.
After a while, as the kids drifted off with the light; they'd sit there, head over to the only ice-cream parlor on the route back to Slayer Central; pick up some mixed tubs and head back to watch some episodes of something or other.
Nothing had its place in her world now.
She liked that.
Goddess watch over us all,
Kerk TehKek
AUTHOR:
kerkevik_2014
FANDOM: BtVS post-series; set in Jet Wolf's The Chosen S8 (&9) continuation http://btvschosen.com/
CHARACTERS: Faith Lehane; Andrew Wells;
WORD COUNT: 640
A/N: Inspirations: 1) A desire to write; even though I never seem to get a lot of comments, which would, frankly, be a lot better than noms. 2) A post someone made about targetting a fic-a-day throughout October (mine is to reach a hundred by November). 3) Someone asking for prompts (might be the same person; can't honestly recall. 4) Hints and moments from several fics over the years that Faith and Andrew develop a strange 'The Odd Couple' friendship. 5) A desire to keep alive the ghost of Jet Wolf's wonderful capturing of what was, for me, the magic of Buffy as a show. 6) To actually start using the 'prompts' provided by various dw/lj's with themes/words of the day and such, to 'prompt' stories (today's is http://www.oed.com/view/Entry/129677 and, finally, 7) For someone to have a sense of where they are (The Chosen is set in Pennsylvania), and have things such as Philly Cheesesteaks http://www.food.com/recipe/philly-cheesesteak-sandwich-authentic-94031 which I would love to try, though how genuine one made in the Uk by such as me would be I hesitate to speculate.
When they weren't not there, they always ended up at The Park; oldest in town, legend had it that when the town was founded the place had already been there and had simply stayed and growed up around it.
Faith chose to believe that legend; not that in her world it paid not to heed the legends people told.
You might have to kill them next week.
Or tonight.
"Uhura would never fuck Spock!"
The Dweeb looked horror-struck at her. Mind you Andrew could look that way if you said you preferred the TV Klingons, or DS9 over the original show.
And no, she could never get over that contradiction either.
Faith, finished her 'fake' beer; real ones never having been allowed in Trillium's parks; tradition started before the place was born apparently, tossed a perfectly arced three-pointer into the far trash bin; belched and turned full-on to The Dweeb.
"She was like a senior officer, with a career and command responsibilities right?"
Andrew looked doubtful, but nodded in acknowledgement of these basic truths.
Faith continued, "Spocky-babes," he winced and she grinned evilly to herself; she knew how much he secretly lusted after the Vulcan, "is on an indirect path to command; he can become Captain, and become a Captain but, since he hasn't taken the Kobiyashi Maru test he isn't on the direct path to command."
Andrew was about to say that neither had she, but stopped as the penny dropped and he realised that that would defeat his argument, and end their 'argument'.
She could almost see the cogs turning in his head as the conflict between Dweeb Authenticity and the fun they were having almost caused smoke to emerge from his facial orify; she loved to torment him with her English manglings, never letting him forget the whole 'Vampyres' debacle.
It was a Sunday; warm for an October morning in Pennsylvania; she was sharing time with someone she'd having kicked the shit out of on one of those rare days she'd spent at school; being there and not being kicked out before she walked out.
They were eating Philly Cheeseseaks; genuine made by a native-born Philadelphian; within sight of the Liberty Bell in fact, and drinking sodas; fake beers and milkshakes; chips and other disastrous gastronomic choices it you aren't a Slayer snacks.
There were kids playing Soccer; she missed the days when they played softball or baseball, but they were having fun and she liked to see kids have fun these days; there being a time when it sent her nutzoid with bitterness, usually leading to days of avoiding the cops.
She was engaging in friendship; having been hit while making fun of The Dweeb and his collection of 'dweebellettes' marathoning the original series Trek movies one night.
Secretly paying attention to every word in every scene, she was caught borrowing the original series DVDs at a library in Philly; a Sunday afternoon as it happened, by The Dweeb, which had conceived their Sunday secret geek trysts.
Faith had discovered the delight in something simple and nothing.
They argued about Trek; Star Wars - she hated Leia settling for Solo; Andrew was too much of a romantic (and besides he hated the alternative, which was Brother Luke; which, of course drove her into reading every bit of Wincest she could find and relating every smutty detail to him) to not argue with her over that; she found vampire stories ridiculous, whereas The Dweeb wallowed in every detail...
Oblectation was a real thing apparently.
After a while, as the kids drifted off with the light; they'd sit there, head over to the only ice-cream parlor on the route back to Slayer Central; pick up some mixed tubs and head back to watch some episodes of something or other.
Nothing had its place in her world now.
She liked that.
Goddess watch over us all,
Kerk TehKek