Legacy
Title: Legacy
Creator: TheFoxinator
Rating: T
Setting: Post-"Chosen" AU (Sorta complies to some comics canon but not much)
Summary/Prompt: Smudge: The Creepy Heap from the Deep (Comedy)
Word Count: 223
Note: Might not be obviously Spuffy without reading my first two "Creepy Heap" fills: Deep and Think
“What are you gonna do with a narwhal, Buff?”
Most of the command room is bustling, but there are definitely people pausing to watch Xander’s conversation. And it’s almost definitely not just because the other half of it is their fearless leader herself.
“We can’t leave him in here,” says Buffy, her voice cracking from its journey out of the Hellmouth and around the world.
“No, but… call SeaWorld?” Renee is watching him and when he waves at her she ducks back into her workstation quickly.
“He can be friends with Shamu,” says Leah. Her voice is way less distorted than Buffy’s.
“I think Shamu’s dead,” Xander says. “It’s a legacy title. Like Robin.” Or the Flash or Green Lantern or most superheroes in general.
“Or the Slayer,” says Leah.
“Not anymore,” says Buffy. “Listen, Xander, I know how crazy this sounds. But I need you to trust me. We just need to take him. And keep him. And I will try to explain later.”
“Okay. Fine.”
It’s Buffy. They’ve been best friends for almost eight years. She’s had his back more times than he can count, and that’s not just because math isn’t his strong point. Even if he doesn’t know what’s going on, he knows her.
How the hell is he going to convince Giles to buy them narwhal-moving equipment, though?
Creator: TheFoxinator
Rating: T
Setting: Post-"Chosen" AU (Sorta complies to some comics canon but not much)
Summary/Prompt: Smudge: The Creepy Heap from the Deep (Comedy)
Word Count: 223
Note: Might not be obviously Spuffy without reading my first two "Creepy Heap" fills: Deep and Think
“What are you gonna do with a narwhal, Buff?”
Most of the command room is bustling, but there are definitely people pausing to watch Xander’s conversation. And it’s almost definitely not just because the other half of it is their fearless leader herself.
“We can’t leave him in here,” says Buffy, her voice cracking from its journey out of the Hellmouth and around the world.
“No, but… call SeaWorld?” Renee is watching him and when he waves at her she ducks back into her workstation quickly.
“He can be friends with Shamu,” says Leah. Her voice is way less distorted than Buffy’s.
“I think Shamu’s dead,” Xander says. “It’s a legacy title. Like Robin.” Or the Flash or Green Lantern or most superheroes in general.
“Or the Slayer,” says Leah.
“Not anymore,” says Buffy. “Listen, Xander, I know how crazy this sounds. But I need you to trust me. We just need to take him. And keep him. And I will try to explain later.”
“Okay. Fine.”
It’s Buffy. They’ve been best friends for almost eight years. She’s had his back more times than he can count, and that’s not just because math isn’t his strong point. Even if he doesn’t know what’s going on, he knows her.
How the hell is he going to convince Giles to buy them narwhal-moving equipment, though?