Pick'n'mix (PG, season four)
Title Pick'n'mix
Author Brutti ma buoni
Rating PG
Word Count 260
Prompt Monster Mash
A/N: In the summer break after Primeval and Restless. I will stop spamming now.
One night that summer, Spike caught Buffy staring at the concrete plug blocking up the Initiative entrance. Somehow, it felt all wrong to her, leaving the enemy in the ground to kill each other, and die off. Incomplete. Un-Slayerly.
She was so distracted, she even talked to Spike like he wasn't almost the enemy. "What do you think is happening down there?"
Spike lit a cigarette, contemplatively. "Monster mash-up, I reckon. The quick and the dead on top, I'd hope. Lumbering lunkheads getting eaten. One or two of Adam's monsterly lash-ups maybe trying to lead a breakout or create more of themselves, wouldn't be surprised. He talked a good game, that bloke. Gave a demon something to aim for."
"You saw way more of that operation than we did. Should we be worried? I don't want an army of Adam-alikes tunnelling up someday when I'm trying to study next semester." She'd actually become used to getting intel from Spike. How weird was that? But of course Spike wouldn't want anyone getting out. Double (triple?) agents never too popular with the sides they've betrayed.
He shrugged. "Nah, wouldn't worry. Don't think they left any humans alive to add to the mix. Anyone who lived through our battle probably got eaten long before the concrete went in. Monsters'll be nothing without human intelligence; that was the whole point, wasn't it?"
"Cool," said Buffy. Trying not to think what it would have been like for the last human left down there.
But glad that Spike was still helping. In his own evil way.
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Author Brutti ma buoni
Rating PG
Word Count 260
Prompt Monster Mash
A/N: In the summer break after Primeval and Restless. I will stop spamming now.
One night that summer, Spike caught Buffy staring at the concrete plug blocking up the Initiative entrance. Somehow, it felt all wrong to her, leaving the enemy in the ground to kill each other, and die off. Incomplete. Un-Slayerly.
She was so distracted, she even talked to Spike like he wasn't almost the enemy. "What do you think is happening down there?"
Spike lit a cigarette, contemplatively. "Monster mash-up, I reckon. The quick and the dead on top, I'd hope. Lumbering lunkheads getting eaten. One or two of Adam's monsterly lash-ups maybe trying to lead a breakout or create more of themselves, wouldn't be surprised. He talked a good game, that bloke. Gave a demon something to aim for."
"You saw way more of that operation than we did. Should we be worried? I don't want an army of Adam-alikes tunnelling up someday when I'm trying to study next semester." She'd actually become used to getting intel from Spike. How weird was that? But of course Spike wouldn't want anyone getting out. Double (triple?) agents never too popular with the sides they've betrayed.
He shrugged. "Nah, wouldn't worry. Don't think they left any humans alive to add to the mix. Anyone who lived through our battle probably got eaten long before the concrete went in. Monsters'll be nothing without human intelligence; that was the whole point, wasn't it?"
"Cool," said Buffy. Trying not to think what it would have been like for the last human left down there.
But glad that Spike was still helping. In his own evil way.
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