Fic: Hellmouth High Schools Don't Have Reunions (17/20)
Title: Hellmouth High Schools Don't Have Reunions (17/20)
Author: MoragMacPherson
Rating: PG to PG-13
Timeline: School Reunion for DW. Between Homecoming and Band Candy for BtVS
Disclaimer: If it's a character or a place, I don't own it.
Archive: Here, TtH, Teaspoon, the pit, I think. If you'd like it, let me know.
Author's Note: Response to challenge 3108 by Winterd at Twisting the Hellmouth. Un-beta'd. Oooh, and it also got recced on Calufrax, which made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
Summary: What if "School Reunion" took place at Sunnydale High?
Out the Back Door
Xander used a fire extinguisher to break open one of the lobby windows. He cleared the glass off the edges, then offered Cordelia his hand. "After you, madame." After she daintily stepped through, he clambered out. They ran through the courtyard, then stopped short as they found Snyder at the gates.
Xander scowled. “Oh, not you again.”
Snyder turned on them in panic. “We’ve been locked in! I can’t find any of the teachers! My keys don’t work and the phones have been cut.” He palmed his face. “What do we do?”
Cordelia took Snyder's shoulders in her hands and gently shook him. “You. Hand me the keys. Sometimes it takes a woman’s touch.”
Snyder tilted his head at her. “Really?”
Cordelia gave him a warm smile and held out her hand. “Really.”
Snyder’s look turned suspicious. “I shouldn’t do this.”
“You also shouldn’t let your school fall under the control of a group of bat monsters, but do this one thing for me, and no one will ever need to know.” Cordy’s smile turned stony, and Snyder handed her the keys. “Thanks.” She turned to Xander. “Give me a boost. And no peeking!”
Xander helped push Cordelia over the fence. “What’s she doing?” demanded Snyder.
Her voice called over the wall. “These are for a ’91 Civic, right?”
Snyder’s eyes widened and he screamed back. “What? I own a ’91 Civic. What are you doing?”
Xander held down his bile long enough to place a comforting hand on Snyder’s shoulder. “I hope you’re not too attached. Cordelia has a way with cars.” At Snyder’s withering glance he withdrew the hand. “Still, if I were you, I’d step back.”
After a minute, the roar of a four cylinder engine grew closer, then crashed through the gates. Snyder blanched. “She’s going to have to pay for that.”
Xander smirked. “Probably time you upgraded anyway.” Cordelia reversed the engine and pulled off of the wreckage. “Now help me move these gates out of the way.” After a moment, Snyder began pulling at the twisted metal. Just as he and Xander finished clearing the path, students began pouring out of the building.
Cordelia returned, tossed the keys at Snyder, and insinuated herself under Xander’s arm. Xander kissed her cheek as their classmates rushed by. “I love it when a plan comes together,” he growled.
Cordy held him a bit tighter. After a moment, she pulled away, pointing. “Is that smoke?”
They turned to each other. "Willow!"
Snyder hissed. "Summers!"
Xander shrugged and turned his palms to the air. "Okay, you've got us, the odds are about even."
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Author: MoragMacPherson
Rating: PG to PG-13
Timeline: School Reunion for DW. Between Homecoming and Band Candy for BtVS
Disclaimer: If it's a character or a place, I don't own it.
Archive: Here, TtH, Teaspoon, the pit, I think. If you'd like it, let me know.
Author's Note: Response to challenge 3108 by Winterd at Twisting the Hellmouth. Un-beta'd. Oooh, and it also got recced on Calufrax, which made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
Summary: What if "School Reunion" took place at Sunnydale High?
Out the Back Door
Xander used a fire extinguisher to break open one of the lobby windows. He cleared the glass off the edges, then offered Cordelia his hand. "After you, madame." After she daintily stepped through, he clambered out. They ran through the courtyard, then stopped short as they found Snyder at the gates.
Xander scowled. “Oh, not you again.”
Snyder turned on them in panic. “We’ve been locked in! I can’t find any of the teachers! My keys don’t work and the phones have been cut.” He palmed his face. “What do we do?”
Cordelia took Snyder's shoulders in her hands and gently shook him. “You. Hand me the keys. Sometimes it takes a woman’s touch.”
Snyder tilted his head at her. “Really?”
Cordelia gave him a warm smile and held out her hand. “Really.”
Snyder’s look turned suspicious. “I shouldn’t do this.”
“You also shouldn’t let your school fall under the control of a group of bat monsters, but do this one thing for me, and no one will ever need to know.” Cordy’s smile turned stony, and Snyder handed her the keys. “Thanks.” She turned to Xander. “Give me a boost. And no peeking!”
Xander helped push Cordelia over the fence. “What’s she doing?” demanded Snyder.
Her voice called over the wall. “These are for a ’91 Civic, right?”
Snyder’s eyes widened and he screamed back. “What? I own a ’91 Civic. What are you doing?”
Xander held down his bile long enough to place a comforting hand on Snyder’s shoulder. “I hope you’re not too attached. Cordelia has a way with cars.” At Snyder’s withering glance he withdrew the hand. “Still, if I were you, I’d step back.”
After a minute, the roar of a four cylinder engine grew closer, then crashed through the gates. Snyder blanched. “She’s going to have to pay for that.”
Xander smirked. “Probably time you upgraded anyway.” Cordelia reversed the engine and pulled off of the wreckage. “Now help me move these gates out of the way.” After a moment, Snyder began pulling at the twisted metal. Just as he and Xander finished clearing the path, students began pouring out of the building.
Cordelia returned, tossed the keys at Snyder, and insinuated herself under Xander’s arm. Xander kissed her cheek as their classmates rushed by. “I love it when a plan comes together,” he growled.
Cordy held him a bit tighter. After a moment, she pulled away, pointing. “Is that smoke?”
They turned to each other. "Willow!"
Snyder hissed. "Summers!"
Xander shrugged and turned his palms to the air. "Okay, you've got us, the odds are about even."
Next