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blue_icy_roseTitle: Too Much Interference
Pairing: Buffy/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Buffy - through season 5, early season 6 later. Supernatural - at least through "No Exit" (2x06).
Summary: The Scoobies, Sam, and everyone else may feel like they know too much about Buffy and Dean, but they're not the only ones. Because, really, Buffy and Dean just want to know when they're all going to stop interfering in their lives. And more importantly, when they're going to stop interrupting them.
Disclaimer: Oh yeah. They're mine. Kripke and Whedon? They had to get my permission to create their shows. *pauses* Pfffft. Yeah, I wish. But I had you going there for a minute, didn't I?
Note: As you can probably guess, this is the companion piece to Aimee's Too Much Information. It will be done entirely from Buffy and Dean's POVs, hence the rating. This will most likely always be at least a chapter behind Aimee's so that I can work out how Buffy and Dean interpret the events. Anyway, I promised you I'd get it out, Aimee, and here it is! Here's hoping I do her story justice. To avoid confusion, at the beginning of each chapter, I'll put whose POV the chapter will be from. (Though I'm hoping that I'll manage to get it so that you'll be able to tell anyway.)
Buffy
I don’t know who the hell these Winchester guys think they are but they are already on my list. What list? My list of people to threaten, that’s who. (And I reserve the right to follow through on said threats.)
But really, isn’t it just common courtesy to let a girl know if you’re going to start hunting demons in her town? One would think so at least.
One would be wrong.
I haven’t even met them yet and I’m already pissed.
I mean, first of all, what did the hedges do to them? Second of all, if you’re going to hunt a demon, it might be nice to do so in a way that doesn’t draw attention to the area. Leaving gaping holes in the shrubbery tends to do that. People of Sunnydale may be oblivious when it comes to demons but they notice when they’ve got to do some extra gardening.
Spike was the one that first brought the fact that there was some new demon hunters in town to my attention. Maybe he was worried they were going to go after him or maybe he was trying to actually help. I can’t tell with him these days. Once I knew about that though, it wasn’t hard to find out their names. Even if they do run around using fake ones. (Which, come on, how many spy movies do they watch? Lame.)
It’s amazing what Willy is willing to spill, given the right persuasion.
Spike’s demon contacts managed to get the name of their motel, room number included. I figure it must come in handy to know that kind of stuff when there’s a demon hunter in town. Anyway, knowing that, I did what any Slayer would do in my position.
I stormed over there and pounded on the door, of course.
And wasn’t it just my luck they weren’t there? How was I supposed to tell them off and possibly punch them if they weren’t there?
Okay, I’ll admit it; maybe Xander’s got a point when he says I’m violent. But it’s not my fault. I blame the Slayer-y part of me.
Though come to think of it, I think it might just be hereditary. I remember Mom telling some stories about kicking the wall when she got angry (and forgetting she didn’t have on shoes until the last minute).
I couldn’t even go on patrol because it was still daylight and as far as I knew, there weren’t any new nests in town. No vamps to stake, no demons to pummel.
So I did the next best thing and headed for the Magic Box to beat the crap out of my punching bag.
The Powers must really like me though because the first things I saw when I walked in were two guys who matched my description of the Winchesters perfectly. Willow barely had time to open her mouth before I was storming over there and knocking them flat on their hot asses. (What? I was angry, not blind.)
“Just what the hell do you think you’re doing coming to my town and just…killing innocent plants? Did the shrubbery do something to offend you that I don’t know about?”
Tall, dark, and puppy eyes had the grace to look a bit sheepish. Sexy, cocky jackass raised an eyebrow and I swear if he tells me that they were evil plants I’m going to hit him. Again.
“I’m pretty sure it’s called hunting a demon, Princess.”
I glared. He smirked.
Bastard.
Pairing: Buffy/Dean
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Buffy - through season 5, early season 6 later. Supernatural - at least through "No Exit" (2x06).
Summary: The Scoobies, Sam, and everyone else may feel like they know too much about Buffy and Dean, but they're not the only ones. Because, really, Buffy and Dean just want to know when they're all going to stop interfering in their lives. And more importantly, when they're going to stop interrupting them.
Disclaimer: Oh yeah. They're mine. Kripke and Whedon? They had to get my permission to create their shows. *pauses* Pfffft. Yeah, I wish. But I had you going there for a minute, didn't I?
Note: As you can probably guess, this is the companion piece to Aimee's Too Much Information. It will be done entirely from Buffy and Dean's POVs, hence the rating. This will most likely always be at least a chapter behind Aimee's so that I can work out how Buffy and Dean interpret the events. Anyway, I promised you I'd get it out, Aimee, and here it is! Here's hoping I do her story justice. To avoid confusion, at the beginning of each chapter, I'll put whose POV the chapter will be from. (Though I'm hoping that I'll manage to get it so that you'll be able to tell anyway.)
Buffy
I don’t know who the hell these Winchester guys think they are but they are already on my list. What list? My list of people to threaten, that’s who. (And I reserve the right to follow through on said threats.)
But really, isn’t it just common courtesy to let a girl know if you’re going to start hunting demons in her town? One would think so at least.
One would be wrong.
I haven’t even met them yet and I’m already pissed.
I mean, first of all, what did the hedges do to them? Second of all, if you’re going to hunt a demon, it might be nice to do so in a way that doesn’t draw attention to the area. Leaving gaping holes in the shrubbery tends to do that. People of Sunnydale may be oblivious when it comes to demons but they notice when they’ve got to do some extra gardening.
Spike was the one that first brought the fact that there was some new demon hunters in town to my attention. Maybe he was worried they were going to go after him or maybe he was trying to actually help. I can’t tell with him these days. Once I knew about that though, it wasn’t hard to find out their names. Even if they do run around using fake ones. (Which, come on, how many spy movies do they watch? Lame.)
It’s amazing what Willy is willing to spill, given the right persuasion.
Spike’s demon contacts managed to get the name of their motel, room number included. I figure it must come in handy to know that kind of stuff when there’s a demon hunter in town. Anyway, knowing that, I did what any Slayer would do in my position.
I stormed over there and pounded on the door, of course.
And wasn’t it just my luck they weren’t there? How was I supposed to tell them off and possibly punch them if they weren’t there?
Okay, I’ll admit it; maybe Xander’s got a point when he says I’m violent. But it’s not my fault. I blame the Slayer-y part of me.
Though come to think of it, I think it might just be hereditary. I remember Mom telling some stories about kicking the wall when she got angry (and forgetting she didn’t have on shoes until the last minute).
I couldn’t even go on patrol because it was still daylight and as far as I knew, there weren’t any new nests in town. No vamps to stake, no demons to pummel.
So I did the next best thing and headed for the Magic Box to beat the crap out of my punching bag.
The Powers must really like me though because the first things I saw when I walked in were two guys who matched my description of the Winchesters perfectly. Willow barely had time to open her mouth before I was storming over there and knocking them flat on their hot asses. (What? I was angry, not blind.)
“Just what the hell do you think you’re doing coming to my town and just…killing innocent plants? Did the shrubbery do something to offend you that I don’t know about?”
Tall, dark, and puppy eyes had the grace to look a bit sheepish. Sexy, cocky jackass raised an eyebrow and I swear if he tells me that they were evil plants I’m going to hit him. Again.
“I’m pretty sure it’s called hunting a demon, Princess.”
I glared. He smirked.
Bastard.
