Prompt ficlet
For the prompt "Our boys are forgetting something". Rated PG, 300+ words.
“Yes, Buffy, we’ll be there right away. Stall them as long as you can and Wesley and I will bring the necessary supplies. Yes! Goodbye.” Giles quickly hung up the phone and sprinted to the nearest bookshelf.
“Rupert, what is it?” Wesley asked anxiously. He had noticed the look of panic and fear on Giles’s face as he spoke with Buffy on the phone. One minute they were drowsily entwined in the post-coital bliss of their bed, and the next all hell had broken loose. Being on a Hellmouth, that was a literal possibility.
Giles threw book after book onto the floor, setting one or two aside in the process. “It’s something more horrible than anything I’ve ever faced on the Hellmouth. I only hope we can get to Buffy in time.”
Wesley tossed the bedcovers aside and joined Giles. “For god’s sake, tell me what it is!”
Giles took a deep, shuddering breath and uttered a name Wesley hoped he would never hear.
“You can’t be serious!”
“Deadly, I’m afraid.” Giles said as he gathered the texts and shoved them into a bag.
“Good lord.” Wesley breathed. Then he sprang into action. “We’ll need sprigwort and wasp venom to start with.” He began rummaging through Giles’s magic stash. “You must have beetle dung in here somewhere. Where is the beetle dung?!” Wesley shouted in a panic.
Giles pointed as he hastily added an assortment of weapons to another bag. “Top of that cabinet. It’s a brand new box.”
The two dashed like madmen throughout the flat collecting everything they needed to fight the dreaded evil threat. They checked over their supplies quickly.
“Malcolm’s Book of Threatening and Most Terrible Nordic Monstrosities?”
“Check.”
“Oh, did you remember the lanolin?”
“Lanolin, check.”
Giles grabbed his car keys. “That’s it. Let’s go.”
The two men were at the door when Wesley stopped.
“Um, Rupert,”
Giles turned around impatiently. “What? What have we forgotten?”
Wesley gestured to their still very nude selves.
“Oh.” Giles said sheepishly. “Yes, I think clothes might be a good idea. Yes. Quite right.”
“Yes, Buffy, we’ll be there right away. Stall them as long as you can and Wesley and I will bring the necessary supplies. Yes! Goodbye.” Giles quickly hung up the phone and sprinted to the nearest bookshelf.
“Rupert, what is it?” Wesley asked anxiously. He had noticed the look of panic and fear on Giles’s face as he spoke with Buffy on the phone. One minute they were drowsily entwined in the post-coital bliss of their bed, and the next all hell had broken loose. Being on a Hellmouth, that was a literal possibility.
Giles threw book after book onto the floor, setting one or two aside in the process. “It’s something more horrible than anything I’ve ever faced on the Hellmouth. I only hope we can get to Buffy in time.”
Wesley tossed the bedcovers aside and joined Giles. “For god’s sake, tell me what it is!”
Giles took a deep, shuddering breath and uttered a name Wesley hoped he would never hear.
“You can’t be serious!”
“Deadly, I’m afraid.” Giles said as he gathered the texts and shoved them into a bag.
“Good lord.” Wesley breathed. Then he sprang into action. “We’ll need sprigwort and wasp venom to start with.” He began rummaging through Giles’s magic stash. “You must have beetle dung in here somewhere. Where is the beetle dung?!” Wesley shouted in a panic.
Giles pointed as he hastily added an assortment of weapons to another bag. “Top of that cabinet. It’s a brand new box.”
The two dashed like madmen throughout the flat collecting everything they needed to fight the dreaded evil threat. They checked over their supplies quickly.
“Malcolm’s Book of Threatening and Most Terrible Nordic Monstrosities?”
“Check.”
“Oh, did you remember the lanolin?”
“Lanolin, check.”
Giles grabbed his car keys. “That’s it. Let’s go.”
The two men were at the door when Wesley stopped.
“Um, Rupert,”
Giles turned around impatiently. “What? What have we forgotten?”
Wesley gestured to their still very nude selves.
“Oh.” Giles said sheepishly. “Yes, I think clothes might be a good idea. Yes. Quite right.”