DW/BtVS: The Building Blocks of Good and Evil (7/20)
Title: The Building Blocks of Good and Evil
By: PatriciaTepes (AKA Patricia de Lioncourt @ fanfiction.net; PatriciaLouise @ TTH)
Chapter Title: Send in the Clones
Links to Other Chapters: ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE SIX 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.
Chapter Seven- Send in the Clones
"I have you now, you scurrilous scoundrel!" Darkwing shouted, diving through the wooden, swinging door, Launchpad following right behind.
"Ha! You'll never take me alive, Dipwing!" Megavolt screeched back, a maniacal, high pitch laugh spilling forth from his insane lips.
Megavolt had his electric-bolt shooting gun pulled, and had it aimed directly at the Daring Duck of Mystery. Darkwing paused, gas gun drawn, with Launchpad skidding to a halt beside him. The hero and his sidekick had chased the enthusiastically electric felon into a corner, literally, on the fourth floor of the St. Canard Power Company. Three floors below, on the ground, stood an overlarge battery. It seemed that Megavolt had been trying to suck all of the electricity out of the power company's resistors and funnel it into his battery. What his plan was after that, Darkwing was not sure… but he sure as heck was not going to let Megavolt continue it.
"Suck gas, evil-doer!" Darkwing shouted, squeezing the trigger on his gun.
"Eat volts," Megavolt countered, firing his own weapon.
The two projectiles-one a yellow encased gas pellet and the other a bolt of blue electricity-met in midair, causing the gas to pop early. Darkwing covered his beak with his cape, hearing his partner cough against the gas as it covered the room.
"I'll stop you yet, villain!" Darkwing yelled into the obscuring gas.
"Not likely, hero," Megavolt yelled.
It sounded as if the brag had come from Darkwing's right, so the hero struck out, hitting nothing but air. A scuffling sound drew the Duck Knight's attention next as he turned to his left, striking out with his left foot. He connected with something solid that time as an "oof!" followed. The gas was beginning to lift now, and Darkwing could see Megavolt, crumpled, laying up against the nearest wall. The Mighty Masked Mallard grinned.
"Your plan's foiled, Megavolt. And it looks like your power bill's due."
Megavolt groaned, slowly pushing himself to his feet. He lifted his gun to fire, only to have it knocked out of his grasp by Launchpad. With a growl, he turned to the pilot and hissed, "You'll pay for that!"
Launchpad opened his beak to reply but was cut off by a sudden rumbling. Megavolt's brow narrowed as he looked at the wall across the room.
"What's that?" he asked as the three occupants in the room began to shake, along with the walls, the ceiling, and the floor.
Cracking and crunching, loud enough to cause them to cover their ears, erupted, and a set of cracks, reminiscent of the shape of a square, formed on the wall. Dust flew as, just as quickly as the cracks appeared, the wall was pulled free. The two heroes and the villain lost their collective balance and fell to the floor. Once again, the view in the room was obscured, leaving Megavolt, Darkwing, and Launchpad coughing. When the debris finally settled, all eyes were on the hole in the wall as Negaduck, stepping off the side of a very large machine, chainsaw revving in hand, grinned down at the heroes.
"Hi, there, kids. Mind if we play?" he asked, brandishing his chainsaw in the air.
Darkwing coughed, getting back to his feet. "Seeing double, Negs? I only count you."
"Oh," Negaduck said, powering down his weapon and leaning on it. "How rude of me. Allow me to introduce my new friend. For variety's sake, let's call her… NegaBuffy!"
All eyes were drawn back to the hole, and Negaduck's super monster truck, as he waved his hand in that direction. Stepping off the machine now, crimson lips grinning, was a woman who was the exact image of Buffy. And yet… there was something distinctly different. Despite the difference in attire and appearance-as this Buffy was wearing knee high black leather boots with a red leather outfit that cut into a low V-shape with a high black collar, her blonde hair pulled up into a messy, jagged bun, and her skin as pale as paraffin-there was also the difference in her mere presence. It was… darker, somehow. Simply looking at this woman-NegaBuffy, Negaduck had called her-made Darkwing shudder. Launchpad, however, was the first to regain his voice.
"Buffy? What're you doin' with Negaduck?" he said.
Negaduck and NegaBuffy cackled.
"Your sidekick's a little slow on the uptake, isn't he? No, you see, I saw that you had a strong new friend-Buffy, right?-and I decided that I wanted one for myself. This is Buffy's negative counterpart."
Darkwing shook his head. "Three villains are no harder to defeat than one."
"Ooh. Big talk. NegaBuffy, why don't you show Darkwing what makes you particularly special?"
"With pleasure," she said, grinning even wider.
But as she did, her face changed. It was bumpier, with ridges protruding at the forehead and cheekbones. And a nice set of sharp fangs peeking out over her bottom lip. Darkwing shook his head and sighed.
"Okay. Yeah. This could be a problem."
#
It was amazing. Cable in this dimension was no more entertaining than cable in Buffy's own.
The slayer, as soon as the clock in Darkwing Tower had chimed eight, had followed the vigilante's instructions to move his daughter back to their house. Now, sitting on the blue couch in the living room, Buffy flicked listlessly through the channels. And beside her, Gosalyn, of whom Buffy thought it would not hurt to let stay up a little later, sat, snacking on a tray of chocolate chip cookies. She held the tray up, and Buffy snagged one, eating it in two bites.
"You know, if your dad comes home and finds out that I've let you stay up…" Buffy said, letting the sentence trail.
Gosalyn shook her head, crumbs of cookie falling from her beak. "It's all right. I'll dart up the stairs as soon as we see the chairs whirl."
She jabbed a thumb in the direction of the two blue recliners. Buffy groaned. The trip from the tower to the house had not been her favorite. Spinning rides had never been her forte. Her stomach was still marching in protest, and the cookies had not calmed it.
"Yeah, you could've warned me about those."
"Sorry. I'm just so used to them, I guess."
Buffy shrugged and continued her flipping through the television channels. It was truly unbelievable the amount of what was not on. She was gaining speed in hitting the "channel up" button that her eyes beginning to glaze over. With a gasp, Gosalyn suddenly sat bolt upright, resting a hand on Buffy's arm.
"Go back a channel!" she yelled, pointing at the TV set.
Buffy's eyes narrowed as she did what was requested. It was a news channel and a… dog, by the looks of it, in a trench coat with a blond twirl of hair was reporting live in front of a building that had, frankly, seen better days.
"This is Tom Lockjaw, reporting to you live from the scene unfolding here at the St. Canard Power Company," he said, his right hand covering his right ear.
"Why does your power company have a huge hole in the side of the building, Gos?" Buffy asked.
"Look, Buffy! Look at what's behind him!"
Buffy leaned forward on the couch, focusing in on what Gosalyn pointed to. A monster truck, colored in red, yellow, and black was parked just outside the gaping hole in the building. It was at least double the size of the one she had originally seen Negaduck in. She shook her head.
"Who lets him buy this stuff?" she muttered.
"Ssh! Listen!" Gosalyn now ordered.
"It appears there are at least five people inside the Power Company. Four have been identified as Darkwing Duck, his sidekick, the villain Megavolt, and the villain Negaduck. As for the fifth. Well, folks… let's see if we can get a close-up of this strange, strange creature."
At that, the camera moved quickly off of Lockjaw, moving in on the hole in the building. It took a couple of tries, but, eventually, it focused in on the figure standing with Negaduck. Gosalyn gasped.
"It's you, Buffy!"
Buffy's jaw dropped, and as the figure-who was, undeniably, her twin in appearance-turned, one thing was instantly clear.
"What's wrong with her face?" Gosalyn asked.
"Vampire," Buffy said, standing.
The camera changed its focus soon after that as Negaduck, cackling, revved up his chainsaw and began to cut down random things within the building. A blur in purple-Darkwing, presumably-was now engaging him in a fight. Buffy shook her head.
"What? Is that chainsaw the only date Negaduck can get on a Saturday night or something?"
She could feel Gosalyn's eyes on her as she laughed, shrugging.
"You're nine," Buffy added. "Let's not tell your dad that I said that, okay?"
The slayer ran to the recliner, throwing herself into the seat. She sat there for a moment, as if waiting for something to happen. After a few seconds, she began to wiggle, rocking the chair. Finally, she sighed, looking up at Gosalyn.
"Your dad needs my help. How in the heck do you work these things?"
"I'm coming too!"
"No, Gos. You have to stay here. Now tell me how to work these."
"But, you said that you wouldn't treat me like a baby!"
"After we have you trained. We haven't even started. Remember your promise? We'll start when we fix this, seriously. But I have to go. Now."
Gosalyn sighed. "Fine. Hit the statue's head."
Buffy blinked, looking at the small table between the two chairs. She smiled as she put her hand over the head of the golden mouse, who was dressed remarkably like Sherlock Holmes.
"You stay here, all right? I'll have your dad back in a jiffy."
And with a groan, she closed her eyes and smacked the mouse's head, sending the chairs into a spin.
She hated spinning.
By: PatriciaTepes (AKA Patricia de Lioncourt @ fanfiction.net; PatriciaLouise @ TTH)
Chapter Title: Send in the Clones
Links to Other Chapters: ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE SIX 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.
Chapter Seven- Send in the Clones
"I have you now, you scurrilous scoundrel!" Darkwing shouted, diving through the wooden, swinging door, Launchpad following right behind.
"Ha! You'll never take me alive, Dipwing!" Megavolt screeched back, a maniacal, high pitch laugh spilling forth from his insane lips.
Megavolt had his electric-bolt shooting gun pulled, and had it aimed directly at the Daring Duck of Mystery. Darkwing paused, gas gun drawn, with Launchpad skidding to a halt beside him. The hero and his sidekick had chased the enthusiastically electric felon into a corner, literally, on the fourth floor of the St. Canard Power Company. Three floors below, on the ground, stood an overlarge battery. It seemed that Megavolt had been trying to suck all of the electricity out of the power company's resistors and funnel it into his battery. What his plan was after that, Darkwing was not sure… but he sure as heck was not going to let Megavolt continue it.
"Suck gas, evil-doer!" Darkwing shouted, squeezing the trigger on his gun.
"Eat volts," Megavolt countered, firing his own weapon.
The two projectiles-one a yellow encased gas pellet and the other a bolt of blue electricity-met in midair, causing the gas to pop early. Darkwing covered his beak with his cape, hearing his partner cough against the gas as it covered the room.
"I'll stop you yet, villain!" Darkwing yelled into the obscuring gas.
"Not likely, hero," Megavolt yelled.
It sounded as if the brag had come from Darkwing's right, so the hero struck out, hitting nothing but air. A scuffling sound drew the Duck Knight's attention next as he turned to his left, striking out with his left foot. He connected with something solid that time as an "oof!" followed. The gas was beginning to lift now, and Darkwing could see Megavolt, crumpled, laying up against the nearest wall. The Mighty Masked Mallard grinned.
"Your plan's foiled, Megavolt. And it looks like your power bill's due."
Megavolt groaned, slowly pushing himself to his feet. He lifted his gun to fire, only to have it knocked out of his grasp by Launchpad. With a growl, he turned to the pilot and hissed, "You'll pay for that!"
Launchpad opened his beak to reply but was cut off by a sudden rumbling. Megavolt's brow narrowed as he looked at the wall across the room.
"What's that?" he asked as the three occupants in the room began to shake, along with the walls, the ceiling, and the floor.
Cracking and crunching, loud enough to cause them to cover their ears, erupted, and a set of cracks, reminiscent of the shape of a square, formed on the wall. Dust flew as, just as quickly as the cracks appeared, the wall was pulled free. The two heroes and the villain lost their collective balance and fell to the floor. Once again, the view in the room was obscured, leaving Megavolt, Darkwing, and Launchpad coughing. When the debris finally settled, all eyes were on the hole in the wall as Negaduck, stepping off the side of a very large machine, chainsaw revving in hand, grinned down at the heroes.
"Hi, there, kids. Mind if we play?" he asked, brandishing his chainsaw in the air.
Darkwing coughed, getting back to his feet. "Seeing double, Negs? I only count you."
"Oh," Negaduck said, powering down his weapon and leaning on it. "How rude of me. Allow me to introduce my new friend. For variety's sake, let's call her… NegaBuffy!"
All eyes were drawn back to the hole, and Negaduck's super monster truck, as he waved his hand in that direction. Stepping off the machine now, crimson lips grinning, was a woman who was the exact image of Buffy. And yet… there was something distinctly different. Despite the difference in attire and appearance-as this Buffy was wearing knee high black leather boots with a red leather outfit that cut into a low V-shape with a high black collar, her blonde hair pulled up into a messy, jagged bun, and her skin as pale as paraffin-there was also the difference in her mere presence. It was… darker, somehow. Simply looking at this woman-NegaBuffy, Negaduck had called her-made Darkwing shudder. Launchpad, however, was the first to regain his voice.
"Buffy? What're you doin' with Negaduck?" he said.
Negaduck and NegaBuffy cackled.
"Your sidekick's a little slow on the uptake, isn't he? No, you see, I saw that you had a strong new friend-Buffy, right?-and I decided that I wanted one for myself. This is Buffy's negative counterpart."
Darkwing shook his head. "Three villains are no harder to defeat than one."
"Ooh. Big talk. NegaBuffy, why don't you show Darkwing what makes you particularly special?"
"With pleasure," she said, grinning even wider.
But as she did, her face changed. It was bumpier, with ridges protruding at the forehead and cheekbones. And a nice set of sharp fangs peeking out over her bottom lip. Darkwing shook his head and sighed.
"Okay. Yeah. This could be a problem."
#
It was amazing. Cable in this dimension was no more entertaining than cable in Buffy's own.
The slayer, as soon as the clock in Darkwing Tower had chimed eight, had followed the vigilante's instructions to move his daughter back to their house. Now, sitting on the blue couch in the living room, Buffy flicked listlessly through the channels. And beside her, Gosalyn, of whom Buffy thought it would not hurt to let stay up a little later, sat, snacking on a tray of chocolate chip cookies. She held the tray up, and Buffy snagged one, eating it in two bites.
"You know, if your dad comes home and finds out that I've let you stay up…" Buffy said, letting the sentence trail.
Gosalyn shook her head, crumbs of cookie falling from her beak. "It's all right. I'll dart up the stairs as soon as we see the chairs whirl."
She jabbed a thumb in the direction of the two blue recliners. Buffy groaned. The trip from the tower to the house had not been her favorite. Spinning rides had never been her forte. Her stomach was still marching in protest, and the cookies had not calmed it.
"Yeah, you could've warned me about those."
"Sorry. I'm just so used to them, I guess."
Buffy shrugged and continued her flipping through the television channels. It was truly unbelievable the amount of what was not on. She was gaining speed in hitting the "channel up" button that her eyes beginning to glaze over. With a gasp, Gosalyn suddenly sat bolt upright, resting a hand on Buffy's arm.
"Go back a channel!" she yelled, pointing at the TV set.
Buffy's eyes narrowed as she did what was requested. It was a news channel and a… dog, by the looks of it, in a trench coat with a blond twirl of hair was reporting live in front of a building that had, frankly, seen better days.
"This is Tom Lockjaw, reporting to you live from the scene unfolding here at the St. Canard Power Company," he said, his right hand covering his right ear.
"Why does your power company have a huge hole in the side of the building, Gos?" Buffy asked.
"Look, Buffy! Look at what's behind him!"
Buffy leaned forward on the couch, focusing in on what Gosalyn pointed to. A monster truck, colored in red, yellow, and black was parked just outside the gaping hole in the building. It was at least double the size of the one she had originally seen Negaduck in. She shook her head.
"Who lets him buy this stuff?" she muttered.
"Ssh! Listen!" Gosalyn now ordered.
"It appears there are at least five people inside the Power Company. Four have been identified as Darkwing Duck, his sidekick, the villain Megavolt, and the villain Negaduck. As for the fifth. Well, folks… let's see if we can get a close-up of this strange, strange creature."
At that, the camera moved quickly off of Lockjaw, moving in on the hole in the building. It took a couple of tries, but, eventually, it focused in on the figure standing with Negaduck. Gosalyn gasped.
"It's you, Buffy!"
Buffy's jaw dropped, and as the figure-who was, undeniably, her twin in appearance-turned, one thing was instantly clear.
"What's wrong with her face?" Gosalyn asked.
"Vampire," Buffy said, standing.
The camera changed its focus soon after that as Negaduck, cackling, revved up his chainsaw and began to cut down random things within the building. A blur in purple-Darkwing, presumably-was now engaging him in a fight. Buffy shook her head.
"What? Is that chainsaw the only date Negaduck can get on a Saturday night or something?"
She could feel Gosalyn's eyes on her as she laughed, shrugging.
"You're nine," Buffy added. "Let's not tell your dad that I said that, okay?"
The slayer ran to the recliner, throwing herself into the seat. She sat there for a moment, as if waiting for something to happen. After a few seconds, she began to wiggle, rocking the chair. Finally, she sighed, looking up at Gosalyn.
"Your dad needs my help. How in the heck do you work these things?"
"I'm coming too!"
"No, Gos. You have to stay here. Now tell me how to work these."
"But, you said that you wouldn't treat me like a baby!"
"After we have you trained. We haven't even started. Remember your promise? We'll start when we fix this, seriously. But I have to go. Now."
Gosalyn sighed. "Fine. Hit the statue's head."
Buffy blinked, looking at the small table between the two chairs. She smiled as she put her hand over the head of the golden mouse, who was dressed remarkably like Sherlock Holmes.
"You stay here, all right? I'll have your dad back in a jiffy."
And with a groan, she closed her eyes and smacked the mouse's head, sending the chairs into a spin.
She hated spinning.