DW/BtVS: The Building Blocks of Good and Evil (2/20)
Title: The Building Blocks of Good and Evil
By: PatriciaTepes (AKA Patricia de Lioncourt @ fanfiction.net; PatriciaLouise @ TTH)
Chapter Title: A Little Like Alice
Links to Other Chapters: ONE THREE FOUR FIVE SIX SEVEN EIGHT NINE TEN ELEVEN TWELVE THIRTEEN FOURTEEN FIFTEEN SIXTEEN SEVENTEEN EIGHTEEN NINETEEN TWENTY
Fandom: Darkwing Duck/Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer:I do not own Darkwing Duck or Buffy the Vampire Slayer or any of their related characters. Darkwing Duck belongs to Disney, and Buffy the Vampire Slayer belongs to Joss Whedon. Also, I don't own the images used in the art. All is done for fun, not profit. Pattern used in banner is from iceytina.deviantart.com
Author's Note: Okay, so I forgot to note last time. Some of the author's notes I'll be including here will be the original ones from the first posting. But some will be modified or new for the LiveJournal posting. Anyhow, here's the next chapter!
Chapter Two- A Little Like Alice
"What the hell!" Buffy shouted, leaping to her feet.
She and the three ducks each took a few paces backwards. The purple-clad one-the only one from whom she had yet to catch a name-held up his feathered hands, trying his best to control the situation.
"Now, calm down, Miss. It'll be all right," he said, trying his best to take a non-threatening step forward.
But there was very little that Buffy was considering "non-threatening" at the present moment. She took an offensive stance, ready to attack the strange duck-demons that stood before her.
Because they had to be demons. There was no other explanation for it. A demon hurt Dawn, and used her little sister to zap her to a place full of duck demons. It made complete sense to her at the moment. But she was still pretty freaked out. She was nowhere near being calm, and her explanation was already beginning to sound a little ludicrous. Then, like a lightbulb went off over her head, her mind circled back around to a central thought.
"Dawn," she said. "Where's Dawn?"
The three ducks exchanged looks and shrugged. Gosalyn took the tiniest of steps forward.
"Uh… who's Dawn?" she asked.
Buffy looked down at the little girl… duckling. She was beginning to rethink her whole "demon duck" theory. It was very true that sometimes the most innocent looking demon could be the deadliest-case in point, Anya or even that action figure-sized fear demon-but there was something just so… non-demon-like about the girl-duck.
Gosalyn glanced back over at the purple suited duck and shrugged. He gave her an encouraging nod, but still motioned for her to step back. It was his turn to speak.
"Look, maybe we've gotten off on the wrong foot here," he said. "I mean, we were all caught off guard, what with you just popping up here and all."
Buffy's brain was still reeling. At the mention of "the wrong foot," her eyes had drifted downward to the ducks' collective webbed feet. She bit down a giggle. Forcing her eyes upward, she nodded.
"Who are you?" she asked. "What are you? Are you demons?"
Again, another exchange of looks between the three. The pilot-looking one chuckled.
"Ah, shucks, we aren't demons. My name's Launchpad McQuack," he said, extending a feathered hand for her to shake.
Buffy only nodded in acknowledgement, and Launchpad dropped his hand, disappointment clear on his face.
"My name's Darkwing Duck," the purple-clad one said with a flourish, removing his large brimmed hat and sweeping it low into a bow.
"And I'm Gosalyn," the duckling said. "What's your name? And why would you think that we're demons? I mean, if I popped up in a strange place, I don't know that that would be what I'd think of first."
"Gos, you spend your allowance renting horror films from the local video store… I think you probably would jump to demons first," Darkwing said, crossing his arms over his chest.
Gosalyn crossed her own arms, pouting. "Would not! …I'd probably think zombie slug monsters first."
Darkwing sighed and rolled his eyes. "Yeah. That's different."
"So wait, wait!" Buffy said, throwing up her hands. "You guys aren't demons?"
"Didn't we already say that?" Darkwing asked, causing Launchpad to shrug and nod.
"Wait a second!" Gosalyn said, raising her voice. "Hold the phone! Launchpad, you said you and Dad… uh, Darkwing, met one of these people before. Where was that? And where was I?"
"Yeah, you're taking this a heck of a lot better than I am," Buffy admitted.
Darkwing shrugged. "Don't get me wrong. You're a complete stranger who just happened to randomly appear in my secret hideout. And my daughter just happened to let it slip that she was just that: my daughter… I'm more than a little… off guard. But you don't seem to be a threat. Except that you seem to be expecting a fight."
"Oh, well… I was kind of in the middle of a life and death one when I was pulled from… well, home."
"Were you caught in television channels too?" Darkwing asked.
Buffy's eyes narrowed. She shook her head slowly.
"Then how'd you get here?" Launchpad asked.
"Yeah, and who's Dawn? You mentioned that name after you woke up," Gosalyn added.
Buffy took a seat on the floor again. It was quite a bit to take in. Outside she could hear what she could have sworn was traffic coming from far below where she now sat, followed by the sound of a helicopter. She glanced up at the high, arched windows and frowned a bit.
"A demon sent me here," she answered, trying to pull it together. She was the slayer after all… The Chosen One. She had been through worse than talking ducks and lived to tell about it. "And Dawn's my sister. Uh… where is here, by the way?"
Darkwing tilted his head a bit sympathetically. "Gos, why don't you get our guest some coffee?"
"Okay," she said. "But don't think that you'll get rid of me that easily."
As soon as she was gone, Darkwing turned his attention back to Buffy. "And how about you tell us your name, if you don't mind."
"Oh… yeah. Buffy. My name is Buffy Summers."
"Buffy… really?" Darkwing asked, one brow arched.
Buffy returned the look. "Yeah."
He shrugged. "All right. So… what in the heck were you doing fighting a demon in your… well, wherever you're from?"
"I am a slayer… a vampire slayer," Buffy explained as Gosalyn returned with a steaming white mug of java.
The duckling stopped, her eyes growing wide with wonder.
"Keen gear! No joke?" she said, extending the mug to her.
Buffy took it with a nod and a muttered, "thank you." She took a sip, expecting it to taste strange or something… but it just tasted like plain old coffee… maybe a bit burnt from being in the pot too long.
"So, you're a hero from your world?" Darkwing asked.
Buffy shrugged. "I suppose so. Not many people know I exist. And you say 'your world' like I'm from a different planet."
"Well, the last being that I met that looked sort of like you was from another planet… or from another dimension."
Now it was Buffy's eyes that grew large. "That's why the demon used Dawn… I am in another dimension!"
She rose to her feet, shaking her head. Darkwing stepped forward, gently taking the coffee from her.
"Another dimension?" he asked.
She turned, nodded. Then, smiling a bit, she added, "I know that must sound a little crazy, but-"
He held up a free hand, shaking his head. "No, trust me. I believe in alternate dimensions. Let's just leave it at that. So, you're a hero and no one knows about you. Preaching to the choir here. What's the problem, bad publicist?"
"What? No. My world can't know about me. It's for the greater good. Most people don't even know that the monsters I fight exist either. Most people don't believe in vampires, demons, or anything like that anymore."
"It's pretty much the same here… although they do exist," Darkwing agreed.
"How do you know about them? Do you fight them?" Buffy asked.
Gosalyn and Launchpad laughed.
"No. Dad's dating a witch. Her name is Morgana Macawber," Gos said through giggles.
"Gos!" Darkwing said.
"Don't worry," Buffy giggled when Darkwing turned a bit red in the face. "I only go after bad witches. Actually, my best friend's a witch. And come to think of it, your witch girlfriend might be able to help send me home."
"Sounds like a plan," Launchpad put in.
"Then what're we waiting for?" Darkwing asked, whirling.
He threw up a hand, a single finger extended and exclaimed, "To the Ratcatcher!"
"What the heck is a Ratcatcher?" Buffy asked.
But before she could get an answer, a loud, static noise came from the tall platform in front of the group. A monotone voice announced over what sounded like a very old speaker, "Calling all cars, calling all cars…"
"My police radio," Darkwing said, zooming up the ladder. The rest followed after.
As soon as Buffy's feet hit the top of the platform, she paused. High tech gadgets hung and sat all around her, from lab equipment to satellite looking things. This place would be Willow's wonderland. But Buffy's marveling did not last for long. The voice returned over the police radio, making a desperate call to all cops in the vicinity of the downtown area.
"Negaduck is on the rampage. I repeat, Negaduck is on the rampage in St. Canard Square. He appears to be making a destructive beeline for the new shopping mall down on fifth. All cars report immediately."
"Speaking of alternate dimensions," Darkwing muttered before turning to Launchpad and Buffy. "Sorry, Buffy, our trip to Macawber Manor will have to wait. I must go stop my fiendishly furious foe."
"Well… let me help," Buffy said as Darkwing slid down the ladder, followed by Launchpad.
"What?" Darkwing said, hitting the floor and turning. He only narrowly side-stepped Launchpad, who landed very ungracefully on his backside.
"Look, fighting the bad guys is what I do in my world… dimension… whatever. And until I get back to it… at least let me help you out. Otherwise, I won't know what to do with myself."
"No. No way. Nuh-uh. Out of the question," Darkwing said, shaking his head. "You aren't even from this world. How do you even know that we're telling you the truth? That we're the good guys and Negaduck's the bad guy?"
Buffy slid down the ladder, landing on her feet just as the police radio started up again.
"Negaduck has just demolished the St. Webby's Convalescent Home. The residents there just barely made it out with their lives. Body count for the injured and the dead are undetermined."
Buffy pointed upward. "That's how I know. Now come on. I promise, I won't get in your way. I know what I'm doing."
"Negaduck has now also destroyed the Children's Hospital Memorial Fountain."
"Gee, DW, an extra pair of hands when dealing with Negaduck never hurts," Launchpad called from somewhere out of sight.
Darkwing sighed, rolling his eyes. "Fine, fine, fine. You can come."
"Can I come too?" Gosalyn asked, joining the group now.
"Nope, and I'm not giving in on that one. You stay here. Come on, Buffy. Let's go!"
Buffy nodded and followed, leaving a fuming Gosalyn muttering behind her.
By: PatriciaTepes (AKA Patricia de Lioncourt @ fanfiction.net; PatriciaLouise @ TTH)
Chapter Title: A Little Like Alice
Links to Other Chapters: ONE THREE FOUR FIVE SIX SEVEN EIGHT NINE TEN ELEVEN TWELVE THIRTEEN FOURTEEN FIFTEEN SIXTEEN SEVENTEEN EIGHTEEN NINETEEN TWENTY
Fandom: Darkwing Duck/Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer:I do not own Darkwing Duck or Buffy the Vampire Slayer or any of their related characters. Darkwing Duck belongs to Disney, and Buffy the Vampire Slayer belongs to Joss Whedon. Also, I don't own the images used in the art. All is done for fun, not profit. Pattern used in banner is from iceytina.deviantart.com
Author's Note: Okay, so I forgot to note last time. Some of the author's notes I'll be including here will be the original ones from the first posting. But some will be modified or new for the LiveJournal posting. Anyhow, here's the next chapter!
Chapter Two- A Little Like Alice
"What the hell!" Buffy shouted, leaping to her feet.
She and the three ducks each took a few paces backwards. The purple-clad one-the only one from whom she had yet to catch a name-held up his feathered hands, trying his best to control the situation.
"Now, calm down, Miss. It'll be all right," he said, trying his best to take a non-threatening step forward.
But there was very little that Buffy was considering "non-threatening" at the present moment. She took an offensive stance, ready to attack the strange duck-demons that stood before her.
Because they had to be demons. There was no other explanation for it. A demon hurt Dawn, and used her little sister to zap her to a place full of duck demons. It made complete sense to her at the moment. But she was still pretty freaked out. She was nowhere near being calm, and her explanation was already beginning to sound a little ludicrous. Then, like a lightbulb went off over her head, her mind circled back around to a central thought.
"Dawn," she said. "Where's Dawn?"
The three ducks exchanged looks and shrugged. Gosalyn took the tiniest of steps forward.
"Uh… who's Dawn?" she asked.
Buffy looked down at the little girl… duckling. She was beginning to rethink her whole "demon duck" theory. It was very true that sometimes the most innocent looking demon could be the deadliest-case in point, Anya or even that action figure-sized fear demon-but there was something just so… non-demon-like about the girl-duck.
Gosalyn glanced back over at the purple suited duck and shrugged. He gave her an encouraging nod, but still motioned for her to step back. It was his turn to speak.
"Look, maybe we've gotten off on the wrong foot here," he said. "I mean, we were all caught off guard, what with you just popping up here and all."
Buffy's brain was still reeling. At the mention of "the wrong foot," her eyes had drifted downward to the ducks' collective webbed feet. She bit down a giggle. Forcing her eyes upward, she nodded.
"Who are you?" she asked. "What are you? Are you demons?"
Again, another exchange of looks between the three. The pilot-looking one chuckled.
"Ah, shucks, we aren't demons. My name's Launchpad McQuack," he said, extending a feathered hand for her to shake.
Buffy only nodded in acknowledgement, and Launchpad dropped his hand, disappointment clear on his face.
"My name's Darkwing Duck," the purple-clad one said with a flourish, removing his large brimmed hat and sweeping it low into a bow.
"And I'm Gosalyn," the duckling said. "What's your name? And why would you think that we're demons? I mean, if I popped up in a strange place, I don't know that that would be what I'd think of first."
"Gos, you spend your allowance renting horror films from the local video store… I think you probably would jump to demons first," Darkwing said, crossing his arms over his chest.
Gosalyn crossed her own arms, pouting. "Would not! …I'd probably think zombie slug monsters first."
Darkwing sighed and rolled his eyes. "Yeah. That's different."
"So wait, wait!" Buffy said, throwing up her hands. "You guys aren't demons?"
"Didn't we already say that?" Darkwing asked, causing Launchpad to shrug and nod.
"Wait a second!" Gosalyn said, raising her voice. "Hold the phone! Launchpad, you said you and Dad… uh, Darkwing, met one of these people before. Where was that? And where was I?"
"Yeah, you're taking this a heck of a lot better than I am," Buffy admitted.
Darkwing shrugged. "Don't get me wrong. You're a complete stranger who just happened to randomly appear in my secret hideout. And my daughter just happened to let it slip that she was just that: my daughter… I'm more than a little… off guard. But you don't seem to be a threat. Except that you seem to be expecting a fight."
"Oh, well… I was kind of in the middle of a life and death one when I was pulled from… well, home."
"Were you caught in television channels too?" Darkwing asked.
Buffy's eyes narrowed. She shook her head slowly.
"Then how'd you get here?" Launchpad asked.
"Yeah, and who's Dawn? You mentioned that name after you woke up," Gosalyn added.
Buffy took a seat on the floor again. It was quite a bit to take in. Outside she could hear what she could have sworn was traffic coming from far below where she now sat, followed by the sound of a helicopter. She glanced up at the high, arched windows and frowned a bit.
"A demon sent me here," she answered, trying to pull it together. She was the slayer after all… The Chosen One. She had been through worse than talking ducks and lived to tell about it. "And Dawn's my sister. Uh… where is here, by the way?"
Darkwing tilted his head a bit sympathetically. "Gos, why don't you get our guest some coffee?"
"Okay," she said. "But don't think that you'll get rid of me that easily."
As soon as she was gone, Darkwing turned his attention back to Buffy. "And how about you tell us your name, if you don't mind."
"Oh… yeah. Buffy. My name is Buffy Summers."
"Buffy… really?" Darkwing asked, one brow arched.
Buffy returned the look. "Yeah."
He shrugged. "All right. So… what in the heck were you doing fighting a demon in your… well, wherever you're from?"
"I am a slayer… a vampire slayer," Buffy explained as Gosalyn returned with a steaming white mug of java.
The duckling stopped, her eyes growing wide with wonder.
"Keen gear! No joke?" she said, extending the mug to her.
Buffy took it with a nod and a muttered, "thank you." She took a sip, expecting it to taste strange or something… but it just tasted like plain old coffee… maybe a bit burnt from being in the pot too long.
"So, you're a hero from your world?" Darkwing asked.
Buffy shrugged. "I suppose so. Not many people know I exist. And you say 'your world' like I'm from a different planet."
"Well, the last being that I met that looked sort of like you was from another planet… or from another dimension."
Now it was Buffy's eyes that grew large. "That's why the demon used Dawn… I am in another dimension!"
She rose to her feet, shaking her head. Darkwing stepped forward, gently taking the coffee from her.
"Another dimension?" he asked.
She turned, nodded. Then, smiling a bit, she added, "I know that must sound a little crazy, but-"
He held up a free hand, shaking his head. "No, trust me. I believe in alternate dimensions. Let's just leave it at that. So, you're a hero and no one knows about you. Preaching to the choir here. What's the problem, bad publicist?"
"What? No. My world can't know about me. It's for the greater good. Most people don't even know that the monsters I fight exist either. Most people don't believe in vampires, demons, or anything like that anymore."
"It's pretty much the same here… although they do exist," Darkwing agreed.
"How do you know about them? Do you fight them?" Buffy asked.
Gosalyn and Launchpad laughed.
"No. Dad's dating a witch. Her name is Morgana Macawber," Gos said through giggles.
"Gos!" Darkwing said.
"Don't worry," Buffy giggled when Darkwing turned a bit red in the face. "I only go after bad witches. Actually, my best friend's a witch. And come to think of it, your witch girlfriend might be able to help send me home."
"Sounds like a plan," Launchpad put in.
"Then what're we waiting for?" Darkwing asked, whirling.
He threw up a hand, a single finger extended and exclaimed, "To the Ratcatcher!"
"What the heck is a Ratcatcher?" Buffy asked.
But before she could get an answer, a loud, static noise came from the tall platform in front of the group. A monotone voice announced over what sounded like a very old speaker, "Calling all cars, calling all cars…"
"My police radio," Darkwing said, zooming up the ladder. The rest followed after.
As soon as Buffy's feet hit the top of the platform, she paused. High tech gadgets hung and sat all around her, from lab equipment to satellite looking things. This place would be Willow's wonderland. But Buffy's marveling did not last for long. The voice returned over the police radio, making a desperate call to all cops in the vicinity of the downtown area.
"Negaduck is on the rampage. I repeat, Negaduck is on the rampage in St. Canard Square. He appears to be making a destructive beeline for the new shopping mall down on fifth. All cars report immediately."
"Speaking of alternate dimensions," Darkwing muttered before turning to Launchpad and Buffy. "Sorry, Buffy, our trip to Macawber Manor will have to wait. I must go stop my fiendishly furious foe."
"Well… let me help," Buffy said as Darkwing slid down the ladder, followed by Launchpad.
"What?" Darkwing said, hitting the floor and turning. He only narrowly side-stepped Launchpad, who landed very ungracefully on his backside.
"Look, fighting the bad guys is what I do in my world… dimension… whatever. And until I get back to it… at least let me help you out. Otherwise, I won't know what to do with myself."
"No. No way. Nuh-uh. Out of the question," Darkwing said, shaking his head. "You aren't even from this world. How do you even know that we're telling you the truth? That we're the good guys and Negaduck's the bad guy?"
Buffy slid down the ladder, landing on her feet just as the police radio started up again.
"Negaduck has just demolished the St. Webby's Convalescent Home. The residents there just barely made it out with their lives. Body count for the injured and the dead are undetermined."
Buffy pointed upward. "That's how I know. Now come on. I promise, I won't get in your way. I know what I'm doing."
"Negaduck has now also destroyed the Children's Hospital Memorial Fountain."
"Gee, DW, an extra pair of hands when dealing with Negaduck never hurts," Launchpad called from somewhere out of sight.
Darkwing sighed, rolling his eyes. "Fine, fine, fine. You can come."
"Can I come too?" Gosalyn asked, joining the group now.
"Nope, and I'm not giving in on that one. You stay here. Come on, Buffy. Let's go!"
Buffy nodded and followed, leaving a fuming Gosalyn muttering behind her.