Aug 31, 2019 - Watcher Wilson (FR-13)
Aug 31, 2019 - Watcher Wilson (FR-13)
Author: mmooch
Summary: **Part of the 2019 LiveJournal’s Twisted Shorts FaD** challenge. Buffy had a different Watcher after Merrick died.
Crossover: Home Improvement
Rating: FR-13
Word count: 978
Timeline: pre-series for Buffy; vague for HI
Disclaimer: BtVS/AtS characters belong to Joss Whedon/Mutant Enemy. Home Improvement characters belong to their owners. I claim no rights to any copyrighted material. Please do not copy or take this story without my permission.
LA
Buffy had just told her parents about the vampires at the dance in an attempt to explain why she was fighting. She still didn’t know why anyone thought she started a fire, but since she didn’t see the fire start, it was possible she was close by and it looked like she did. Plus, Merrick warned her that people tended to find rational explanations for supernatural stuff.
But she wanted her parents to know the truth.
Unfortunately, she didn’t expect their marriage troubles to boil over into a blaming session of which one of them was responsible for making her delusional. They were just about to pick up the phone and call the men in white coats when a voice spoke from behind her, “As the Bard wrote in Hamlet, ‘There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.’ A good thing to remember at a time like this.”
“Who are you, and what are you doing in our house?!” Joyce yelled.
The man stepped into the room with his hat down so low that they could only see the bottom half of his face. “My name is Wilson, and I am here to be Merrick’s successor. Have you told them about Merrick, yet?” he asked Buffy.
She shook her head. “We haven’t gotten that far. They don’t believe me about vampires yet.”
He nodded thoughtfully, then suggested, “Uh-huh, uh-huh…perhaps a show of strength then?”
Hank moved to stand between Wilson and his daughter. “Don’t be encouraging this! We want to help her get better, not feed into her hallucinations.”
“If you truly love her, you’ll give her an opportunity to prove her claims,” Wilson countered. There was something in his voice that was almost hypnotic. Even though they had no intention of listening to him, Hank and Joyce sat down and waited. “Go ahead and lift me off the floor,” he told Buffy.
Buffy tried to figure out the best way given the differences in their heights, but settled on telling him to lock his elbows so she could grab his arms. Her folks were stunned to see their petite daughter lift a man almost a foot taller and many pounds heavier up several inches.
“Th-that could be drugs,” Joyce stammered, feeling afraid of her daughter for the first time in her life. According to the school, she had a recent history of violence and if she got angry, how would they be able to subdue her safely?
Seeing the fear in her mother’s eyes hurt Buffy more than anything else. “Then do a drug test on me. It isn’t drugs,” she said with confidence after putting Wilson down.
“It might not be a bad idea to do that anyway…just in case the police suspect the same thing,” Wilson opined. The fact that it came from her ally made Buffy less defensive than if her parents agreed first.
“We’ll try to keep an open mind for now,” Hank offered as a compromise, “but if there’s any problem - physically or mentally - we will get her treatment.
Wilson put his hand on Buffy’s shoulder to calm her. “Understood, but you do know she won’t mention vampires to anyone outside this room. And you aren’t allowed to mention them either.”
While they were waiting for the blood test results to come back, Hank and Joyce watched Wilson spar with their daughter. It was amazing to watch. They had an opportunity to see her stake a vampire who escaped the dance fight, but wanted one last shot at the Slayer. The psych eval already revealed that while Buffy suffered a little survivors’ guilt from the Dance Massacre, she was otherwise mentally stable.
Their proactive actions caused the investigators and school officials to back off the earlier stance of Buffy being responsible for the fire. They found out that their ‘witnesses’ were just playing a very damaging game of Telephone - someone heard from someone, etc. that a girl spitefully suggested that Buffy was the one to blame since she was stood up by her boyfriend for one of her best friends and just snapped.
After the results came back negative, which didn’t surprise any of them at this point, Hank asked, “What happens next?”
“That depends on you,” Wilson answered. “Buffy is still the Slayer and the world needs her to defend it…especially on mystical hotspots where vampires tend to congregate. There’s a town nearby called Sunnydale that is supernatural volcano waiting to erupt, to put it in layman’s terms.”
“So, you just want us pick up our lives and move to Sunnydale?” Hank demanded.
“Not necessarily. I said Buffy is needed there, not you two. While I’m loathed to remove an underaged woman from her family, if you cannot support her calling, it would be best if you didn’t distract her by making her home life more difficult,” Wilson admonished. He wasn’t pleased with the hostile atmosphere between the couple and its effect on his charge.
Sighing, Hank gestured for Buffy and Wilson to sit. It no longer shocked him when the shadows obscured Wilson’s face; it felt natural at this point to only see half of his face at a time. “This might not be the best time to tell you, but I’m not sure there is one. Joyce and I have decided to separate on a trial basis. We’ll talk and decide which one of us will go with you to Sunnydale. We aren’t letting you go with a man we’ve only known for a couple weeks.”
When her parents went into the house, Buffy turned to Wilson and thanked him, “I don’t know what would have happened if you hadn’t shown up when you did. I’d probably be in a straitjacket, whacked out on meds.”
“I’m glad I could be of some help,” Wilson replied in his usual calm tone.
A/N: Felt like I needed something from the 90s in here.
Author: mmooch
Summary: **Part of the 2019 LiveJournal’s Twisted Shorts FaD** challenge. Buffy had a different Watcher after Merrick died.
Crossover: Home Improvement
Rating: FR-13
Word count: 978
Timeline: pre-series for Buffy; vague for HI
Disclaimer: BtVS/AtS characters belong to Joss Whedon/Mutant Enemy. Home Improvement characters belong to their owners. I claim no rights to any copyrighted material. Please do not copy or take this story without my permission.
LA
Buffy had just told her parents about the vampires at the dance in an attempt to explain why she was fighting. She still didn’t know why anyone thought she started a fire, but since she didn’t see the fire start, it was possible she was close by and it looked like she did. Plus, Merrick warned her that people tended to find rational explanations for supernatural stuff.
But she wanted her parents to know the truth.
Unfortunately, she didn’t expect their marriage troubles to boil over into a blaming session of which one of them was responsible for making her delusional. They were just about to pick up the phone and call the men in white coats when a voice spoke from behind her, “As the Bard wrote in Hamlet, ‘There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.’ A good thing to remember at a time like this.”
“Who are you, and what are you doing in our house?!” Joyce yelled.
The man stepped into the room with his hat down so low that they could only see the bottom half of his face. “My name is Wilson, and I am here to be Merrick’s successor. Have you told them about Merrick, yet?” he asked Buffy.
She shook her head. “We haven’t gotten that far. They don’t believe me about vampires yet.”
He nodded thoughtfully, then suggested, “Uh-huh, uh-huh…perhaps a show of strength then?”
Hank moved to stand between Wilson and his daughter. “Don’t be encouraging this! We want to help her get better, not feed into her hallucinations.”
“If you truly love her, you’ll give her an opportunity to prove her claims,” Wilson countered. There was something in his voice that was almost hypnotic. Even though they had no intention of listening to him, Hank and Joyce sat down and waited. “Go ahead and lift me off the floor,” he told Buffy.
Buffy tried to figure out the best way given the differences in their heights, but settled on telling him to lock his elbows so she could grab his arms. Her folks were stunned to see their petite daughter lift a man almost a foot taller and many pounds heavier up several inches.
“Th-that could be drugs,” Joyce stammered, feeling afraid of her daughter for the first time in her life. According to the school, she had a recent history of violence and if she got angry, how would they be able to subdue her safely?
Seeing the fear in her mother’s eyes hurt Buffy more than anything else. “Then do a drug test on me. It isn’t drugs,” she said with confidence after putting Wilson down.
“It might not be a bad idea to do that anyway…just in case the police suspect the same thing,” Wilson opined. The fact that it came from her ally made Buffy less defensive than if her parents agreed first.
“We’ll try to keep an open mind for now,” Hank offered as a compromise, “but if there’s any problem - physically or mentally - we will get her treatment.
Wilson put his hand on Buffy’s shoulder to calm her. “Understood, but you do know she won’t mention vampires to anyone outside this room. And you aren’t allowed to mention them either.”
While they were waiting for the blood test results to come back, Hank and Joyce watched Wilson spar with their daughter. It was amazing to watch. They had an opportunity to see her stake a vampire who escaped the dance fight, but wanted one last shot at the Slayer. The psych eval already revealed that while Buffy suffered a little survivors’ guilt from the Dance Massacre, she was otherwise mentally stable.
Their proactive actions caused the investigators and school officials to back off the earlier stance of Buffy being responsible for the fire. They found out that their ‘witnesses’ were just playing a very damaging game of Telephone - someone heard from someone, etc. that a girl spitefully suggested that Buffy was the one to blame since she was stood up by her boyfriend for one of her best friends and just snapped.
After the results came back negative, which didn’t surprise any of them at this point, Hank asked, “What happens next?”
“That depends on you,” Wilson answered. “Buffy is still the Slayer and the world needs her to defend it…especially on mystical hotspots where vampires tend to congregate. There’s a town nearby called Sunnydale that is supernatural volcano waiting to erupt, to put it in layman’s terms.”
“So, you just want us pick up our lives and move to Sunnydale?” Hank demanded.
“Not necessarily. I said Buffy is needed there, not you two. While I’m loathed to remove an underaged woman from her family, if you cannot support her calling, it would be best if you didn’t distract her by making her home life more difficult,” Wilson admonished. He wasn’t pleased with the hostile atmosphere between the couple and its effect on his charge.
Sighing, Hank gestured for Buffy and Wilson to sit. It no longer shocked him when the shadows obscured Wilson’s face; it felt natural at this point to only see half of his face at a time. “This might not be the best time to tell you, but I’m not sure there is one. Joyce and I have decided to separate on a trial basis. We’ll talk and decide which one of us will go with you to Sunnydale. We aren’t letting you go with a man we’ve only known for a couple weeks.”
When her parents went into the house, Buffy turned to Wilson and thanked him, “I don’t know what would have happened if you hadn’t shown up when you did. I’d probably be in a straitjacket, whacked out on meds.”
“I’m glad I could be of some help,” Wilson replied in his usual calm tone.
A/N: Felt like I needed something from the 90s in here.