August 05 - May the Force be Wish You
Title: May the Force be Wish You
Author: koohii_cafe
Rating: FR7
Crossover: BtVS/Star Wars
Disclaimer: Since I am a poor chickadee with no wealth to speak of, I think it's safe to say that neither BtVS nor Star Wars are mine. ^^;
Written for: TtH August Fic A Day Challenge
Summary: Whoops. Andrew might have used the 'w' word.
~*~*~*~*~
"Move away from the door and let me at him."
"And what will you do to him if I do as you wish?"
"Don't- don't use that word!"
There was an arched eyebrow, a cocked head, and an amused look at her vehement reply, and the tone of his voice wasn't any better as he answered easily, "What word is that? 'Wish?'"
"Yes," she hissed back, green eyes narrowing as she glared up at him. He knew exactly what word she meant, and he was teasing her about it, the little brat. In response, she stepped closer to him, as close as she could without getting a crick in her neck just to meet his eyes, and drew herself up to her full five feet and two inches so she could threaten; "Move out of my way or I will make you move."
And... she was doing absolutely nothing to impress him, judging by the laughter in his eyes. Stupid tall person. Stupid Jedi. Stupid wish.
"I don't think so, Buffy," came his next remark, an actual chuckle accompanying it this time, and- that was a grin. That was an amused grin. Buffy was so not amused at his amused grin. "So quickly you forget who always bests you in sparring."
"You do not-" Her words were shot out sharply, protesting, and then she abruptly cut off. No. She wasn't going to play this game. Especially not when, to him, it wasn't a game. "You know what, fine. You always beat me when we spar, whatever. But I need to talk to Andrew. Now let me through. I mean, what's he doing in there anyway? And so help me, if you say 'playing with his lightsaber,' I will-"
"Buffy!!"
And- there! The door behind Obi-Wan was sliding open to reveal her quarry; he was grinning wide, dressed in the same hideous brown robes as she and Obi-Wan, lightsaber in hand. Andrew.
"Buffy, it worked! We're here! We're actually here! And it's all real, and we're Jedi, Buffy, and we have real lightsabers, and we can use the Force and kick total ass! It actually worked!"
"Buffy, do you know what he's talking about?" And behind Andrew, Anakin's tall, lanky form, his face confused, eyebrows drawn together in thought. "Ever since he woke up, he's been like this. He keeps going on and on and on about some wish he made?"
Before she could spring at him, Obi-Wan had grabbed her, laughing still as he held her back, and she could feel the amusement rolling through him in waves, and she was going to kill them both! Because this whole thing, this entire crazy, insane, nutso thing, was all Andrew's fault! She pushed against Obi-Wan, one set of memories warring with another, as she growled-
"You just had to wish we were Jedi, didn't you?!"
Author: koohii_cafe
Rating: FR7
Crossover: BtVS/Star Wars
Disclaimer: Since I am a poor chickadee with no wealth to speak of, I think it's safe to say that neither BtVS nor Star Wars are mine. ^^;
Written for: TtH August Fic A Day Challenge
Summary: Whoops. Andrew might have used the 'w' word.
~*~*~*~*~
"Move away from the door and let me at him."
"And what will you do to him if I do as you wish?"
"Don't- don't use that word!"
There was an arched eyebrow, a cocked head, and an amused look at her vehement reply, and the tone of his voice wasn't any better as he answered easily, "What word is that? 'Wish?'"
"Yes," she hissed back, green eyes narrowing as she glared up at him. He knew exactly what word she meant, and he was teasing her about it, the little brat. In response, she stepped closer to him, as close as she could without getting a crick in her neck just to meet his eyes, and drew herself up to her full five feet and two inches so she could threaten; "Move out of my way or I will make you move."
And... she was doing absolutely nothing to impress him, judging by the laughter in his eyes. Stupid tall person. Stupid Jedi. Stupid wish.
"I don't think so, Buffy," came his next remark, an actual chuckle accompanying it this time, and- that was a grin. That was an amused grin. Buffy was so not amused at his amused grin. "So quickly you forget who always bests you in sparring."
"You do not-" Her words were shot out sharply, protesting, and then she abruptly cut off. No. She wasn't going to play this game. Especially not when, to him, it wasn't a game. "You know what, fine. You always beat me when we spar, whatever. But I need to talk to Andrew. Now let me through. I mean, what's he doing in there anyway? And so help me, if you say 'playing with his lightsaber,' I will-"
"Buffy!!"
And- there! The door behind Obi-Wan was sliding open to reveal her quarry; he was grinning wide, dressed in the same hideous brown robes as she and Obi-Wan, lightsaber in hand. Andrew.
"Buffy, it worked! We're here! We're actually here! And it's all real, and we're Jedi, Buffy, and we have real lightsabers, and we can use the Force and kick total ass! It actually worked!"
"Buffy, do you know what he's talking about?" And behind Andrew, Anakin's tall, lanky form, his face confused, eyebrows drawn together in thought. "Ever since he woke up, he's been like this. He keeps going on and on and on about some wish he made?"
Before she could spring at him, Obi-Wan had grabbed her, laughing still as he held her back, and she could feel the amusement rolling through him in waves, and she was going to kill them both! Because this whole thing, this entire crazy, insane, nutso thing, was all Andrew's fault! She pushed against Obi-Wan, one set of memories warring with another, as she growled-
"You just had to wish we were Jedi, didn't you?!"