#75, #81, #98
title: Delivery
word count: 200
fandom: A:TS/Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy
challenge:#75 - small favor
disclaimer: I own nothing but the words. The characters belong to Joss Whedon and Douglas Adams.
notes: Set in the early of Angel, no specific time in the HHGttG timeline.
summary: Cordelia gets hit on, Angel has a favor called in.
Cordelia stared at their latest customer as he strutted out the door, clearly pleased with himself. Once he was out of sight, she turned to glare at Angel, who had just come up from his rooms.
"What?"
"That man," she said, "had two heads, three arms, bad hair, and insisted he wasn't a demon. He said he had a spaceship. A spaceship! Angel, he made a pass at me! As if. Eww."
"Sorry?"
His new assistant frowned and placed a smallish box, wrapped in brown paper and tied with twine, on the desk. "He said you owed him, and he had a small favor--deliver this package on the day and time written." She pointed to a label on the side with chicken-scratch writing. "That's not English."
Angel grimaced. "No, it wouldn't be. Did he leave his name?"
"Zaphod Beeblebrox.What kind of name is that, anyway? What kind of demon is he? Why do you owe him a favor?"
"He isn't a demon, he's the President of the Galaxy, it's the kind of name they give people--" Angel paused to think, "people from wherever he's from."
Cordelia arched an eyebrow.
"He saved my life once. No, I'm not talking about it."
challenge #81 - Snow
title: A Date
word count: 200
fandom: BtVS/Dark Hunters
challenge:#81 - snow
disclaimer: The characters belong to Joss Whedon and Sherrilyn Kenyon
notes: Post season seven, BtVS; no specific time in the Dark Hunter 'verse.
summary: It'll be the coolest date you've been on.
Kyle held out his hand. "It'll be the coolest date you've been on. Come on, short stack."
"I'm not short. You're just a giant." She pointed to the heavy coat and the cold weather gear. "I'll really need all that?"
He nodded.
Later she was bundled up and uncomfortable in the New Orleans heat, Kyle wrapped his long arms around her and flashed them to their destination.
Dawn's eyes widened. Before her was blinding white snow. Flat, unbroken white close in, and cliffs, the brown almost entirely covered in snow, to the right. She hunched into her heavy, ankle-length coat, suddenly understanding why he'd had insisted on it. "Where--?"
The arctic circle. Kyle's voice eased into her head, answering her stuttered question. I think I timed it right. Watch.
As he finished speaking, a patch of white on the cliffs broke and a large head with dark eyes and nose popped out. Dawn sucked in a breath.
You can see him? Kyle asked. I wasn't sure if this was close enough.
Unwilling to break the silence, she simply nodded and watched the polar bear ease himself out.
Eventually she turned to face him and burrowed into his warmth. "Coolest date ever," she confirmed.
title:...and back again
word count:200
fandom: BtVS/LotR
challenge:#98: not again
disclaimer:I down neither Buffy the Vampire nor The Lord of the Rings.
notes: I like to pretend Wesley didn't die in Angel. This is also a fic for all pairing.
summary: Wesley landed with no grace, a heap of arms and legs, face first in the grass.
Wesley landed with no grace, a heap of arms and legs, face first in the grass. His screaming joints reminded him that he was too old to be in the field. Next time, he lied to himself, he'd stay home. Safe.
He moved and saw an immaculate lawn, a gleaming white tree in full bloom, and two angry-looking men in plate mail, with a third man, barely discernible, behind them.
He froze. They were clearly guards; he didn't want to seem threatening.
Their charge spoke quietly, and the guards parted just enough for Wesley to see.
"Estel?" He had aged; gray hair replaced brown, wrinkles marked previously smooth skin. At least I know where I am, then. If not when.
His old friend's face broke into a wide smile. Estel strode past his guards and helped Wesley stand from where he'd frozen. Estel hugged him fiercely. "Welcome to Gondor, Wesley. It is good to see you again."
Wesley blinked. Assessed his friend. Blinked again. He bowed as best he could. "Your majesty."
"Estel, Wesley, please. We are friends from Rivendell."
"Of course." He looked around in curiosity. "Gondor?"
Estel smiled, an expression laden with pride and loss. "It is a long story."
word count: 200
fandom: A:TS/Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy
challenge:#75 - small favor
disclaimer: I own nothing but the words. The characters belong to Joss Whedon and Douglas Adams.
notes: Set in the early of Angel, no specific time in the HHGttG timeline.
summary: Cordelia gets hit on, Angel has a favor called in.
Cordelia stared at their latest customer as he strutted out the door, clearly pleased with himself. Once he was out of sight, she turned to glare at Angel, who had just come up from his rooms.
"What?"
"That man," she said, "had two heads, three arms, bad hair, and insisted he wasn't a demon. He said he had a spaceship. A spaceship! Angel, he made a pass at me! As if. Eww."
"Sorry?"
His new assistant frowned and placed a smallish box, wrapped in brown paper and tied with twine, on the desk. "He said you owed him, and he had a small favor--deliver this package on the day and time written." She pointed to a label on the side with chicken-scratch writing. "That's not English."
Angel grimaced. "No, it wouldn't be. Did he leave his name?"
"Zaphod Beeblebrox.What kind of name is that, anyway? What kind of demon is he? Why do you owe him a favor?"
"He isn't a demon, he's the President of the Galaxy, it's the kind of name they give people--" Angel paused to think, "people from wherever he's from."
Cordelia arched an eyebrow.
"He saved my life once. No, I'm not talking about it."
challenge #81 - Snow
title: A Date
word count: 200
fandom: BtVS/Dark Hunters
challenge:#81 - snow
disclaimer: The characters belong to Joss Whedon and Sherrilyn Kenyon
notes: Post season seven, BtVS; no specific time in the Dark Hunter 'verse.
summary: It'll be the coolest date you've been on.
Kyle held out his hand. "It'll be the coolest date you've been on. Come on, short stack."
"I'm not short. You're just a giant." She pointed to the heavy coat and the cold weather gear. "I'll really need all that?"
He nodded.
Later she was bundled up and uncomfortable in the New Orleans heat, Kyle wrapped his long arms around her and flashed them to their destination.
Dawn's eyes widened. Before her was blinding white snow. Flat, unbroken white close in, and cliffs, the brown almost entirely covered in snow, to the right. She hunched into her heavy, ankle-length coat, suddenly understanding why he'd had insisted on it. "Where--?"
The arctic circle. Kyle's voice eased into her head, answering her stuttered question. I think I timed it right. Watch.
As he finished speaking, a patch of white on the cliffs broke and a large head with dark eyes and nose popped out. Dawn sucked in a breath.
You can see him? Kyle asked. I wasn't sure if this was close enough.
Unwilling to break the silence, she simply nodded and watched the polar bear ease himself out.
Eventually she turned to face him and burrowed into his warmth. "Coolest date ever," she confirmed.
title:...and back again
word count:200
fandom: BtVS/LotR
challenge:#98: not again
disclaimer:I down neither Buffy the Vampire nor The Lord of the Rings.
notes: I like to pretend Wesley didn't die in Angel. This is also a fic for all pairing.
summary: Wesley landed with no grace, a heap of arms and legs, face first in the grass.
Wesley landed with no grace, a heap of arms and legs, face first in the grass. His screaming joints reminded him that he was too old to be in the field. Next time, he lied to himself, he'd stay home. Safe.
He moved and saw an immaculate lawn, a gleaming white tree in full bloom, and two angry-looking men in plate mail, with a third man, barely discernible, behind them.
He froze. They were clearly guards; he didn't want to seem threatening.
Their charge spoke quietly, and the guards parted just enough for Wesley to see.
"Estel?" He had aged; gray hair replaced brown, wrinkles marked previously smooth skin. At least I know where I am, then. If not when.
His old friend's face broke into a wide smile. Estel strode past his guards and helped Wesley stand from where he'd frozen. Estel hugged him fiercely. "Welcome to Gondor, Wesley. It is good to see you again."
Wesley blinked. Assessed his friend. Blinked again. He bowed as best he could. "Your majesty."
"Estel, Wesley, please. We are friends from Rivendell."
"Of course." He looked around in curiosity. "Gondor?"
Estel smiled, an expression laden with pride and loss. "It is a long story."