Drabble: BtVS/AtS, Road Trip
Right after I posted Sanctuary Friday afternoon, we were hit by about eight hours worth of thunder storms. Surprisingly, the power didn't go out, but the internet did. It finally came back yesterday morning, but by that point I wasn't feeling good and didn't get around to doing anything on the computer. *le sigh*
So I plan to do a big update-y post today, but just in case I again don't get around to it, I want to apologize to soundingsea for falling through with beta reading. I suck. Sorry. :(
And now, a drabble. Because it is Sunday. I'm not really sure where this one came from, but for some reason I really wanted to put Buffy and Illyria in a car together.
Title: Road Trip
Fandom: Buffyverse
Rating: G
Word Count: 100
Summary: For the open_on_sunday "Drive" challenge.
Buffy sweats as the sunlight pounds her through the passenger side window.
“I hate August,” she says. No reply from the driver. She turns away, watches another Walmart pass by. “I’m bored.” Again, no reply. “Maybe I could drive.”
“You may wish to drive,” Illyria replies, “but I shall not share. I have a pleasurable sensation of control.”
“Speaking of control… I have to pee.”
“There is to be no stopping if we are to reach Angel on time. You may use your cup.”
Buffy looks skeptically at the plastic travel mug. It’s a long drive from Cleveland to LA.
So I plan to do a big update-y post today, but just in case I again don't get around to it, I want to apologize to soundingsea for falling through with beta reading. I suck. Sorry. :(
And now, a drabble. Because it is Sunday. I'm not really sure where this one came from, but for some reason I really wanted to put Buffy and Illyria in a car together.
Title: Road Trip
Fandom: Buffyverse
Rating: G
Word Count: 100
Summary: For the open_on_sunday "Drive" challenge.
Buffy sweats as the sunlight pounds her through the passenger side window.
“I hate August,” she says. No reply from the driver. She turns away, watches another Walmart pass by. “I’m bored.” Again, no reply. “Maybe I could drive.”
“You may wish to drive,” Illyria replies, “but I shall not share. I have a pleasurable sensation of control.”
“Speaking of control… I have to pee.”
“There is to be no stopping if we are to reach Angel on time. You may use your cup.”
Buffy looks skeptically at the plastic travel mug. It’s a long drive from Cleveland to LA.