FIC: Spot On The Road (BtVS/Smallville)
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tth100 prompt: Dawn
Crossover fandom: Smallville
Characters: Dawn, Clark, Chloe, Buffy
Prompt: 077 -- Annoy (master table)
Word Count: 812
Rating: PG/FR7
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns all things Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Smallville is owned by the WB and all that. Only the story is my own.
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goldandamber for the prompt of "reading a book". Just some fluff after my annoying week.
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Dawn plopped down into the soft armchair in the coffee shop window, already annoyed. She and Buffy had been driving through some Kansas town the size of a peanut, when Buffy's Slayer sense had gone all wiggy.
So Dawn was stuck, stranded, while Buffy 'investigated.'
"Have all the fun, is more like it," Dawn muttered under her breath as she dug her book out of her backpack.
"Pardon?"
Dawn looked up. A dark-haired boy stood a few feet from her chair, staring at her curiously. Wow Dawn thought. "It was, um, nothing," she stuttered.
The boy shrugged and smiled at her, making Dawn want to sink into the floor at being a goober in the face of such hotness.
While Dawn tried to figure out something smooth and cool to say, the front door of the coffee shop burst open, and a blonde girl skidded to a halt, drawing the curious attention of the shop's patrons. "Clark!" the girl squeaked when she laid eyes on the hot boy.
"Chloe?" Clark said, his whole body on the sudden alertness that Dawn only ever saw in Slayers.
"There's a--" Chloe cut herself off, glancing around the crowded shop. "A problem at the Torch."
She then proceeded to give Clark a Look.
Clenching his handsome and masculine jaw, Clark moved determinedly to the door. "Come on," he said to Chloe as they both hurried out of the shop.
Once they were gone, Dawn noticed the girl at a nearby table staring at the door, perplexed. "What's the Torch?" Dawn found herself asking.
"The high school newspaper," the girl said. "Those two seem to have a lot of problems with that thing."
Dawn sighed. So far, she'd been abandoned by her sister, made a fool of herself in front of a really hot guy, and, she noted as she tasted her drink, had forgotten to ask for low-fat milk in her drink.
Brilliant.
~*~
As Dawn tried to burrow her way deeper into her book, she purposefully ignored the people chattering in the cafe, then, later, the sounds of police and fire sirens racing up the street outside. She didn't want to know what they were doing. And if Buffy was involved... well, Buffy could take care of herself. That's what Dawn had to believe.
Just as the sun was setting, and Dawn was on the last few pages of her book, Buffy appeared in front of her, slumping into a chair. Glorious relief rushed through Dawn's limbs, but she kept herself to a small, heartfelt smile as she closed her book.
"Have fun?" Dawn asked cautiously. Buffy didn't look too damaged. Just a bit of dirt smudged on her sleeve and mud on her pant cuffs. Nothing that would need a fire truck or police. Maybe emergency services were going somewhere else.
Or, maybe not. When Buffy was around, the fire trucks and police cars usually ended up where she had been.
"Yes, fun was had by all," Buffy said with a self-satisfied smirk. "Do you want to get back on the road?"
Dawn raised her eyebrows, beginning to feel annoyed again. Buffy got to go have fun, while Dawn was stuck reading, and now she wanted to skip town without so much as a how-do-you-do?
"Like, now?" Buffy pressed, leaning forward and picking up Dawn's backpack.
"Fine," Dawn said with a long-suffering sigh. She waited until they were out on the street before asking, "Why are we in such a hurry?"
Buffy kept walking, never taking her eyes off the shadows of the buildings. "This is a weird place."
"Like, weird, or weird?"
"Just weird." They reached the car, and Buffy quickly slipped behind the steering wheel. "Sort of like Small Town America meets Lovecraft."
Dawn snorted. "When did you read Lovecraft?" she demanded as they sped down the main street toward the highway.
"High school English."
Dawn shuddered. "So, was there a Big Bad?" she asked hopefully after a few minutes of Buffy's death-defying driving.
"Big Bad, Little Bad, all sizes of Bad."
"But you stopped them, right?"
"Sort of."
"Sort of?"
In the dim light from passing headlights, Buffy looked... grumpy. "Some teenager sort of did it."
Dawn flipped this over in her mind, landing back on the blonde girl in the coffee shop. "A Potential Slayer?"
"Not unless Willow's spell started making them out of boys. I mean, he was way too young to be saving the world."
Dawn covered her mouth with her hand. "Now you know how Giles felt."
"It's not the same!" Buffy objected. "We'll be at Metropolis in an hour an hour, then maybe I can find something useful to do."
"I'm sure you'll find a nice vampire to slay," Dawn said soothingly as she put her book into her bag. At least they'd both had a sucky time in... what was that place it called? Smallville.
--the end
tth100 prompt: DawnCrossover fandom: Smallville
Characters: Dawn, Clark, Chloe, Buffy
Prompt: 077 -- Annoy (master table)
Word Count: 812
Rating: PG/FR7
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns all things Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Smallville is owned by the WB and all that. Only the story is my own.
Note: Thanks to
goldandamber for the prompt of "reading a book". Just some fluff after my annoying week.Dawn plopped down into the soft armchair in the coffee shop window, already annoyed. She and Buffy had been driving through some Kansas town the size of a peanut, when Buffy's Slayer sense had gone all wiggy.
So Dawn was stuck, stranded, while Buffy 'investigated.'
"Have all the fun, is more like it," Dawn muttered under her breath as she dug her book out of her backpack.
"Pardon?"
Dawn looked up. A dark-haired boy stood a few feet from her chair, staring at her curiously. Wow Dawn thought. "It was, um, nothing," she stuttered.
The boy shrugged and smiled at her, making Dawn want to sink into the floor at being a goober in the face of such hotness.
While Dawn tried to figure out something smooth and cool to say, the front door of the coffee shop burst open, and a blonde girl skidded to a halt, drawing the curious attention of the shop's patrons. "Clark!" the girl squeaked when she laid eyes on the hot boy.
"Chloe?" Clark said, his whole body on the sudden alertness that Dawn only ever saw in Slayers.
"There's a--" Chloe cut herself off, glancing around the crowded shop. "A problem at the Torch."
She then proceeded to give Clark a Look.
Clenching his handsome and masculine jaw, Clark moved determinedly to the door. "Come on," he said to Chloe as they both hurried out of the shop.
Once they were gone, Dawn noticed the girl at a nearby table staring at the door, perplexed. "What's the Torch?" Dawn found herself asking.
"The high school newspaper," the girl said. "Those two seem to have a lot of problems with that thing."
Dawn sighed. So far, she'd been abandoned by her sister, made a fool of herself in front of a really hot guy, and, she noted as she tasted her drink, had forgotten to ask for low-fat milk in her drink.
Brilliant.
As Dawn tried to burrow her way deeper into her book, she purposefully ignored the people chattering in the cafe, then, later, the sounds of police and fire sirens racing up the street outside. She didn't want to know what they were doing. And if Buffy was involved... well, Buffy could take care of herself. That's what Dawn had to believe.
Just as the sun was setting, and Dawn was on the last few pages of her book, Buffy appeared in front of her, slumping into a chair. Glorious relief rushed through Dawn's limbs, but she kept herself to a small, heartfelt smile as she closed her book.
"Have fun?" Dawn asked cautiously. Buffy didn't look too damaged. Just a bit of dirt smudged on her sleeve and mud on her pant cuffs. Nothing that would need a fire truck or police. Maybe emergency services were going somewhere else.
Or, maybe not. When Buffy was around, the fire trucks and police cars usually ended up where she had been.
"Yes, fun was had by all," Buffy said with a self-satisfied smirk. "Do you want to get back on the road?"
Dawn raised her eyebrows, beginning to feel annoyed again. Buffy got to go have fun, while Dawn was stuck reading, and now she wanted to skip town without so much as a how-do-you-do?
"Like, now?" Buffy pressed, leaning forward and picking up Dawn's backpack.
"Fine," Dawn said with a long-suffering sigh. She waited until they were out on the street before asking, "Why are we in such a hurry?"
Buffy kept walking, never taking her eyes off the shadows of the buildings. "This is a weird place."
"Like, weird, or weird?"
"Just weird." They reached the car, and Buffy quickly slipped behind the steering wheel. "Sort of like Small Town America meets Lovecraft."
Dawn snorted. "When did you read Lovecraft?" she demanded as they sped down the main street toward the highway.
"High school English."
Dawn shuddered. "So, was there a Big Bad?" she asked hopefully after a few minutes of Buffy's death-defying driving.
"Big Bad, Little Bad, all sizes of Bad."
"But you stopped them, right?"
"Sort of."
"Sort of?"
In the dim light from passing headlights, Buffy looked... grumpy. "Some teenager sort of did it."
Dawn flipped this over in her mind, landing back on the blonde girl in the coffee shop. "A Potential Slayer?"
"Not unless Willow's spell started making them out of boys. I mean, he was way too young to be saving the world."
Dawn covered her mouth with her hand. "Now you know how Giles felt."
"It's not the same!" Buffy objected. "We'll be at Metropolis in an hour an hour, then maybe I can find something useful to do."
"I'm sure you'll find a nice vampire to slay," Dawn said soothingly as she put her book into her bag. At least they'd both had a sucky time in... what was that place it called? Smallville.
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Date: 2005-12-03 03:13 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-03 03:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-03 04:40 am (UTC)The story was very nice...I especially loved this part: town the size of a peanut. How descriptive is that! I love it!
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Date: 2005-12-03 04:44 am (UTC)It's been a while since I wrote a Smallville fic. Probably even longer since I've seen an episode of Smallville. Like I'd ever let something like that stop me :P
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Date: 2005-12-03 09:42 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-03 02:59 pm (UTC)E.A.V.
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Date: 2005-12-03 04:15 pm (UTC)I really gotta get back to working on my stuff.. Been slacking lately, Dand Christmas stuff distracting me *grumble*
But not bad, although I haven't a clue about smallville, never been able to watch it really, dunno why 8shrug*
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Date: 2005-12-03 05:07 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-03 05:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-03 05:21 pm (UTC)All you need to know about Smallville is that there's this teenager in Kansas, named Clark Kent, and one day he'll be Superman. (I haven't actually watched it in two years, so I'm not sure what I'm missing. Hence the vagueness)
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Date: 2005-12-03 09:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-03 10:20 pm (UTC)I added the line about Clark's handsome and masculine jaw in as a joke, but left it in. I think I was in a punchy mood last night. But Tom Welling reminds me too much of my brother for me to be able to consider him "cute".
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Date: 2005-12-04 05:54 am (UTC)Oh, and did you know that James Marsters played a bad guy on Smallville for a few episodes? You could still hear traces of the British accent, even though he never had one to start off with =P
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Date: 2005-12-04 05:59 am (UTC)I knew JM was on Smallville, but didn't know in what capacity. That man's going to be playing villians for the rest of his life...
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Date: 2005-12-04 06:00 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-04 06:03 am (UTC)The hell? What kind of villian was he?
At least James didn't have to bleach his hair anymore. That much peroxide can't be good for the brain.
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Date: 2005-12-04 06:05 am (UTC)And yea, I'm surprised he was able to get his hair back to 'normal' after all that bleaching...I can only imagine the damage it did.
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Date: 2005-12-04 06:07 am (UTC)Now I'm going to have to go read episode synopses for that show!
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Date: 2005-12-04 06:10 am (UTC)*nods* they were good ones...I hadn't watched it in about a year when my mom told me he was on it...so I watched the eps with him and haven't watched it since! =P