fic: BSaR - "Lost Scenes" - High School | Ralph Macchio's a Bitch| Buffy/Veronica Mars
series title: Between Seacrest and Revello - "Lost Scenes" - High School (a crossover)
story title: Ralph Macchio's a Bitch
pairing: buffy/veronica mars
setting: season three, "helpless" (BtVS), season two, post-"rashard and wallace go to white castle" (VM)
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: joss, fox, darkhorse. BtVS is theirs. rob, warner bros. VM is theirs. I profit not at all. I write just for my own, personal enjoyment.
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“Just feel better when I get my strength back,” said Buffy as she sat at the kitchen island, trying fruitlessly to open a jar of peanut butter.
Her strength had been sapped by the injected, chemical concoction Giles secretly administered for the Council’s rite of passage test that they forced her to endure. Because she was lucky enough to have reached eighteen years of age. She still didn’t know if she could trust him again, but that he got fired standing up for her, helped.
So, powers on hiatus, face bruised and cut, and now she couldn’t open a jar. In front of everyone. Her mom stood behind and to her right, Veronica behind and to the left, Oz was over in the corner near the sink, and Willow was at the island’s far end. Xander stood opposite her, on the other side of the island.
He held his hand out. “Give ya a hand with that, little lady?”
She begrudgingly gave it to him; she was against birthdays from here on out.
“You’re loving this far too much.”
“Admit it--sometimes you just need a big, strong man.” He turned and turned his wrist, putting all his strength into it. “Heh. Uh, Will, gimme a hand with that?”
All females present shot him a bemused, “Big, Strong Man, huh?” look.
Willow twisted it off easily, then set it down. “Or a ‘Me.’”
“Know which one I’d go with,” Oz commented.
Willow smiled, then after a beat, frowned in uncertainty, turning her head towards him. “A-a ‘Me,’ right?”
“Not that we’d judge if...you know,” Xander jokingly reassured. “’Cause you’d make ‘gay’ cool.”
Blond heads focused on him, warningly.
“Cool-er. *Er*. Over on our side. Your side’s already...yeah. It’s Xander’s ‘quiet time.’”
Veronica moved a little so Buffy could see her without turning.
“I’m the one who’ll be loving it most. Because as long as your metachlorian count’s low,” Buffy’s girlfriend got her karate chops prepared, “that long distance, ‘Karate Kid’ marathon from last weekend is finally gonna start paying dividends. Who’s waxed off now?”
She moved her hands around menacingly, before doing her best Ivan Drago. “I will break you.”
Perhaps the high from her first, vampire staking a few nights ago hadn’t worn off.
Buffy just stared a moment, then slid the jar over. “Make me peanut butter and jelly. I’m injured,” she smiled evilly. “My mom says you have to.”
Joyce shrugged. “She *is* injured.”
A double team was one thing, but Veronica had no choice but to lower her arms upon parental interference. What a cheap tactic.
“Shoulda waxed on first.” Xander critiqued, ending “quiet time.”
Oz concurred. “Rookie mistake.”
story title: Ralph Macchio's a Bitch
pairing: buffy/veronica mars
setting: season three, "helpless" (BtVS), season two, post-"rashard and wallace go to white castle" (VM)
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: joss, fox, darkhorse. BtVS is theirs. rob, warner bros. VM is theirs. I profit not at all. I write just for my own, personal enjoyment.
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“Just feel better when I get my strength back,” said Buffy as she sat at the kitchen island, trying fruitlessly to open a jar of peanut butter.
Her strength had been sapped by the injected, chemical concoction Giles secretly administered for the Council’s rite of passage test that they forced her to endure. Because she was lucky enough to have reached eighteen years of age. She still didn’t know if she could trust him again, but that he got fired standing up for her, helped.
So, powers on hiatus, face bruised and cut, and now she couldn’t open a jar. In front of everyone. Her mom stood behind and to her right, Veronica behind and to the left, Oz was over in the corner near the sink, and Willow was at the island’s far end. Xander stood opposite her, on the other side of the island.
He held his hand out. “Give ya a hand with that, little lady?”
She begrudgingly gave it to him; she was against birthdays from here on out.
“You’re loving this far too much.”
“Admit it--sometimes you just need a big, strong man.” He turned and turned his wrist, putting all his strength into it. “Heh. Uh, Will, gimme a hand with that?”
All females present shot him a bemused, “Big, Strong Man, huh?” look.
Willow twisted it off easily, then set it down. “Or a ‘Me.’”
“Know which one I’d go with,” Oz commented.
Willow smiled, then after a beat, frowned in uncertainty, turning her head towards him. “A-a ‘Me,’ right?”
“Not that we’d judge if...you know,” Xander jokingly reassured. “’Cause you’d make ‘gay’ cool.”
Blond heads focused on him, warningly.
“Cool-er. *Er*. Over on our side. Your side’s already...yeah. It’s Xander’s ‘quiet time.’”
Veronica moved a little so Buffy could see her without turning.
“I’m the one who’ll be loving it most. Because as long as your metachlorian count’s low,” Buffy’s girlfriend got her karate chops prepared, “that long distance, ‘Karate Kid’ marathon from last weekend is finally gonna start paying dividends. Who’s waxed off now?”
She moved her hands around menacingly, before doing her best Ivan Drago. “I will break you.”
Perhaps the high from her first, vampire staking a few nights ago hadn’t worn off.
Buffy just stared a moment, then slid the jar over. “Make me peanut butter and jelly. I’m injured,” she smiled evilly. “My mom says you have to.”
Joyce shrugged. “She *is* injured.”
A double team was one thing, but Veronica had no choice but to lower her arms upon parental interference. What a cheap tactic.
“Shoulda waxed on first.” Xander critiqued, ending “quiet time.”
Oz concurred. “Rookie mistake.”