Multipup / Wacky crossover fic / Etceteraways by way of Sunnydale AU

[mm_pyth]

Two identical teenage boys walk into a bar.

"Uh," says toblameforit, halting a few steps away from the door. "Sherry, is this your fault?"

"Call me that again and I will do much worse than install a bar in your living room," says if_inconvenient, pausing beside his double and inhaling deeply through his nose. "Hmm. Much better than your usual swill. I would love to claim

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[americas_son]

So Milliways is kinda weird. But Cal lives in Sunnydale, and every Sunnydale citizen knows, even if just on some bone-deep level they never speak of, that "kinda weird" is par for the course.

No, the real weirdness is clearly the pair who just walked in, the kids Cal sort of knows from school in a sees-them-in-the-hallways kind of way. Cal's never seen anyone he knows from home here, and PS one of them thinks he's Sherlock Holmes, why is he not in a mental institution?

(There's also a bunch of family-name-related social shit going on there, but Cal stopped caring about that stuff a while back.)

All of which is much weirder than, say, the table of Klingons with prune juice in the corner. Obviously.

Cal studies them doubtfully and measures the pros and cons of saying hello.

[toblameforit]

Tony, naturally, is oblivious.

[if_inconvenient]

Sherlock, naturally, isn't.

He meets Cal's look with one of his own, raising his eyebrows slightly.

[americas_son]

That does kinda narrow the options down.

(Cal could just ignore him, but a side effect of not caring about the social crap anymore is that he doesn't act like an asshole nearly as much as he used to.)

"Hi," he says, helpfully.

[batty_dragon]

Don't let the dragon--small, only eighteen inches from nose to tail--frighten you as he perches on the nearest thing to the door that isn't likely to tip over. He's learned that landing on chairs without people sitting on them is a good way to have one end up on top of you. But there's a shelf on which he scuffles up to the two boys.

"It'ssss a m--magic bar!" Batty chirps in a very childlike voice, clearly not accustomed to speaking in a language with short sibilants. His aviator's cap is a little crooked with his goggles perched on it, but he looks very friendly. "It comesss and goessss."

[if_inconvenient]

What.

[toblameforit]

Tony laughs.

"Man, Sherry, I haven't seen you look that floored in years." He grins at Batty. "Hey, little guy. Whaddya mean, a magic bar?"

[batty_dragon]

"It'ssss a magic bar," he repeats earnestly shuffling along the little shelf. "It came in th--through my kitchen door."

Obviously magic put it there; his human isn't capable of building a bar in the three days he hadn't gone through that particular door. "But it'sss different for everybody."