The Great Bikini Incident (and Aftermath)
Title: The Great Bikini Incident (and Aftermath)
Rating: PG
Setting: Oh, you pick. :P
Characters: Dawn Summers, Captain Jack Harkness
Word count: 470
Disclaimer: Buffy and the gang belong to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy. Captain Jack is a law unto himself.
Summary: In a way, it was all inevitable. Still didn't stop Buffy from wanting Jack's head on a pole afterwards.
Author's Notes: Don't blame me. I’m still merely carrying out other people's prompts.
Remixed by the great doyle_sb4 for remixredux08 here.
It all started out with this for bastardsnow who wanted Dawn, bikini, embarassed.
Dawn squealed, and tried desperately to cover herself with anything, anything at all. Just a shame there was nothing in the room whatsoever.
Jack Harkness arched one brow. “Huh,” he said, “I didn’t realise the defabricator had a bikini setting.”
Dawn froze in place, one arm across her bra-clad breasts, the other trying to hide her thong. “Wait,” she said slowly, “I’m not even meant to have these on?”
Jack shrugged. “Well…. Technical error?” he offered.
“BUFFY!!” yelled Dawn.
“You are a dead man,” she said almost cheerfully to Jack, “For one, these were Buffy’s Italian originals…”
Jack gulped. Uh-oh…
Then larinzia wanted Captain Jack and "Hysteria is impossible without an audience."
~ + ~
Buffy waggled the defabricator in Jack’s and the door’s general direction. “Shift!” she said.
Jack hesitated. “Are you sure we can’t…”
Buffy glared even more. “Maybe not,” said Jack thoughtfully, and exited past the now-slightly more clothed Dawn.
“FYI, Captain - You are so not getting this jacket back,” said Dawn, wrapping Jack’s jacket tighter around her. Somehow, she resisted the temptation to sniff it any more.
As they walked along the corridors of Cleveland’s Slayer Central, Buffy nodded towards the nearby group of sparring Slayers. “Consider yourself lucky you didn’t ‘accidentally’ remove any of their clothes. You’d have been lynched by the whole mob instead of just me.”
Jack rolled his eyes. “It’s got a loose connection. I was just trying to repair it after my travels. Consider yourself lucky she still had her underwear on.”
Buffy would swear for years to come that all she meant to do was prod Jack in the back with the gun. Dawn on the other hand would just smirk, and mutter dark things about karma.
Either way, the defabricator fired again, and Captain Jack Harkness’s outer garments just melted away. In front of a class of 30 very active, sparring Slayers with their hormones already highly raised.
“Mon Dieu!” said Bridgette, the recent transfer from the Paris Council house.
“Whoa!” said Tina, the 18 year old from LA.
Stephen Henshaw, the new watcher from England, licked his lips (which later caused the paying off of several bets struck along both Slayers and support staff).
Andrew fainted.
Captain Jack just smirked slightly, and raised one eyebrow in their general direction. “Plenty to go round, ladies,” he remarked casually.
And that was how the Great Slayer Riot of 07 started.
Epilogue
No-one ever did figure out how Captain Jack got out of the place during the ‘incident’.
Dawn wore that jacket day in and day out for about six months, before turning up one Monday morning having trouble sitting down. No-one ever did see the jacket again after that, and Dawn wasn’t talking.
Bridgette and Tina also never would say anything about that day other than the comment “Oh, it definitely wasn’t socks stuffed down there.”
Stephen and Andrew are now currently engaged.
Rating: PG
Setting: Oh, you pick. :P
Characters: Dawn Summers, Captain Jack Harkness
Word count: 470
Disclaimer: Buffy and the gang belong to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy. Captain Jack is a law unto himself.
Summary: In a way, it was all inevitable. Still didn't stop Buffy from wanting Jack's head on a pole afterwards.
Author's Notes: Don't blame me. I’m still merely carrying out other people's prompts.
Remixed by the great doyle_sb4 for remixredux08 here.
It all started out with this for bastardsnow who wanted Dawn, bikini, embarassed.
Dawn squealed, and tried desperately to cover herself with anything, anything at all. Just a shame there was nothing in the room whatsoever.
Jack Harkness arched one brow. “Huh,” he said, “I didn’t realise the defabricator had a bikini setting.”
Dawn froze in place, one arm across her bra-clad breasts, the other trying to hide her thong. “Wait,” she said slowly, “I’m not even meant to have these on?”
Jack shrugged. “Well…. Technical error?” he offered.
“BUFFY!!” yelled Dawn.
“You are a dead man,” she said almost cheerfully to Jack, “For one, these were Buffy’s Italian originals…”
Jack gulped. Uh-oh…
Then larinzia wanted Captain Jack and "Hysteria is impossible without an audience."
~ + ~
Buffy waggled the defabricator in Jack’s and the door’s general direction. “Shift!” she said.
Jack hesitated. “Are you sure we can’t…”
Buffy glared even more. “Maybe not,” said Jack thoughtfully, and exited past the now-slightly more clothed Dawn.
“FYI, Captain - You are so not getting this jacket back,” said Dawn, wrapping Jack’s jacket tighter around her. Somehow, she resisted the temptation to sniff it any more.
As they walked along the corridors of Cleveland’s Slayer Central, Buffy nodded towards the nearby group of sparring Slayers. “Consider yourself lucky you didn’t ‘accidentally’ remove any of their clothes. You’d have been lynched by the whole mob instead of just me.”
Jack rolled his eyes. “It’s got a loose connection. I was just trying to repair it after my travels. Consider yourself lucky she still had her underwear on.”
Buffy would swear for years to come that all she meant to do was prod Jack in the back with the gun. Dawn on the other hand would just smirk, and mutter dark things about karma.
Either way, the defabricator fired again, and Captain Jack Harkness’s outer garments just melted away. In front of a class of 30 very active, sparring Slayers with their hormones already highly raised.
“Mon Dieu!” said Bridgette, the recent transfer from the Paris Council house.
“Whoa!” said Tina, the 18 year old from LA.
Stephen Henshaw, the new watcher from England, licked his lips (which later caused the paying off of several bets struck along both Slayers and support staff).
Andrew fainted.
Captain Jack just smirked slightly, and raised one eyebrow in their general direction. “Plenty to go round, ladies,” he remarked casually.
And that was how the Great Slayer Riot of 07 started.
Epilogue
No-one ever did figure out how Captain Jack got out of the place during the ‘incident’.
Dawn wore that jacket day in and day out for about six months, before turning up one Monday morning having trouble sitting down. No-one ever did see the jacket again after that, and Dawn wasn’t talking.
Bridgette and Tina also never would say anything about that day other than the comment “Oh, it definitely wasn’t socks stuffed down there.”
Stephen and Andrew are now currently engaged.