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shinodabear.livejournal.com posting in slashthedrabble Nov. 9th, 2008 06:23 pm)Title: Epic
Fandom: Buffyverse (non-comic canon)
Rating: PG
Pairing: one-sided Andrew/Spike
Disclaimer: Joss & Co are the proud parents. I'm the (slightly irresponsible but still trustworthy, I hope) babysitter.
Note: I'm not sure if it's AU or just a post-series deviation of canon. Just imagine Andrew and Spike asBatman and Robin super crimefighters a team, just off a patrol.
“Holy fast-flying staking action! We sure dusted their heinies, eh compadre?” Andrew put his feet up on the dashboard and knocked back a diet Sprite. “We’re a good team, huh?”
Spike gave him a funny glare that did funny things. Andrew smiled and laughed nervously.
Spike turned on the radio. Something loud and menacing came out of it.
“So!” Andrew shouted over the music. “We could . . . There’s this place with those blooming onion majigs that you like. If you take a right here, uh, well you could take the next right and . . . no . . . okay.”
“Not hungry.” Spike answered, as if that explained it.
“There’s this neat arcade I found. It’s got —”
“No.” Spike answered again, as if that explained that.
Andrew readjusted his seat belt. It was cutting into his shoulder. “They’re playing old Bond flicks over at —”
“Not interested.” Spike answered for the last time, as if that explained that (which it actually did.)
Andrew slumped against the window. “The fail, she is epic,” he muttered.
“Pretty much, kid.” Spike turned the radio up higher. “No offense,” he added a little later. It helped, but only a little.
Fandom: Buffyverse (non-comic canon)
Rating: PG
Pairing: one-sided Andrew/Spike
Disclaimer: Joss & Co are the proud parents. I'm the (slightly irresponsible but still trustworthy, I hope) babysitter.
Note: I'm not sure if it's AU or just a post-series deviation of canon. Just imagine Andrew and Spike as
“Holy fast-flying staking action! We sure dusted their heinies, eh compadre?” Andrew put his feet up on the dashboard and knocked back a diet Sprite. “We’re a good team, huh?”
Spike gave him a funny glare that did funny things. Andrew smiled and laughed nervously.
Spike turned on the radio. Something loud and menacing came out of it.
“So!” Andrew shouted over the music. “We could . . . There’s this place with those blooming onion majigs that you like. If you take a right here, uh, well you could take the next right and . . . no . . . okay.”
“Not hungry.” Spike answered, as if that explained it.
“There’s this neat arcade I found. It’s got —”
“No.” Spike answered again, as if that explained that.
Andrew readjusted his seat belt. It was cutting into his shoulder. “They’re playing old Bond flicks over at —”
“Not interested.” Spike answered for the last time, as if that explained that (which it actually did.)
Andrew slumped against the window. “The fail, she is epic,” he muttered.
“Pretty much, kid.” Spike turned the radio up higher. “No offense,” he added a little later. It helped, but only a little.
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Oh, this is fabulous. The voices for both are spot-on. So fun! :D
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Poor Andrew...but really, he should've known. *sigh*
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