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More drabbles from the same universe as the last drabble in my last post.
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own either series
Warning: Slash, minor character death, Spike and Dash deciding to change the end of season 5 of BtVS.
Note I have a very tall uncle whose nickname was shrimp until he hit a growth spurt at sixteen; yes, there is a reason I'm mentioning this.
"...some poncy househusband."
Dash just smiled.
When the gang came back, Dash was napping blissfully on the couch.
Spike was still chained to his chair, struggling, but a pillowcase was over his head, a wire snaking down from under it to the stereo.
Buffy pulled the pillowcase off Spike's head, revealing a ball-gag stuffed in his mouth and set of noise-cancelling headphones over his ears. His eyes were desperate. She pulled the headphones off a little and winced.
"The Andy Griffith Show Theme?" she asked Marshall in horror.
"On repeat," Dash said sleepily.
"You're a deeply disturbed man," Xander said in awe.
"Sister? Since when did the cheerleader have a sister?" Dash asked, rolling his eyes at Marshall, who had just chided him for not setting place for Buffy's sister.
"Buffy' s always had a sister, babe," Marshall said, staring at his boyfriend, "Dawn? Cute little girl? Always teases you, calls you Old Man?"
He watched Dash's face drain of color. Marshall's heart ached, watching one of Dash's unspoken fears playing out right in front of him
"I forgot Buffy's sister?" Dash whispered, shaking like a leaf.
Marshall wrapped his arms around Dash, held him close, and cried with him.
Policy Against Guns
"I have a policy against guns," the six foot six red-head said, "but swords?" there was a shinging noise as a blade swung through the air, the gronaloch demon's head bouncing to the ground, "I like swords."
He looked at Dawn, and she giggled, blushing and tucking her hair behind her ear.
Buffy took it all in, Simon's own turn at blushing and smiling shyly. Her sister offering him a tissue to wipe off a spatter of gronaloch blood.
She turned to Marshall.
"If your little brother hurts her, I'm holding you responsible."
"He's not..." Marshall sighed, and gave up.
Anya tore screaming through the Magic Box and jumped into Xander's arms. He looked around for what might have caused his girlfriend to freak out so badly (not that he was really going to complain...)
"Wow, does she alway freak out when she meets someone's pet?" Simon asked coming from the store's back/training room.
Taking a look at the beast at Simon's side, Xander almost wished he could jump into someone's arms. Its shoulders were at Simon's waist and it had an impressive rack of antlers.
"What is that?"
"Fluffy, my pet jackalope," Simon beamed, "she's house-broken and everything!"
Spike and Dash never spoke of it afterwards, but since no one other than Dash seemed to remember Spike telling them that Ben and Glory were one and the same, they had to do something about it.
It appeared to be a tragic, fatal accident. A spill not mopped up in time in the hospital's hallway. Someone careless with oxygen tanks in that same hallway. The preternatural way said tanks crushed Ben’s head when he slipped, colliding with the unsecured tanks.
They were smugly proud, but they never spoke of it.
Also, if you want give to me a word or phrase, I'd be happy to try and write a drabble for you. Just let me know in a comment.