Ficlet: Dinner (Spike/Dru/Xander)
May. 29th, 2006 03:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
blue_icy_roseTitle: Dinner
Rating: PG
Word Count: 190
Challenge: Five Days of the Work Week
Stage: Monday
Summary: Xander comes home to find that dinner is a bit...different this week.
Warnings: Both het and slash will be implied throughout this series.
Disclaimer: They're not mine. They belong to Joss Whedon. I just borrow them.
Author's Note: So, I wrote this for![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
stagesoflove but between moving and not having a phone line and no internet, I'm only getting to post it now. This was due last weekend so it's obviously very late but I wanted to get it posted so that I could get around posting parts two and three for each series later on today or tomorrow. So, hope you enjoy and feedback's always welcome!
When Xander got home, he was fully expecting to find dinner made. It always was when he came home on Mondays.
He definitely wasn’t expecting to find Dru clapping her hands and laughing while Spike cursed and swore that Dru was never going to be allowed to try and make dinner again. His eyebrows shot up when he saw what Dru had brought back for dinner.
He so didn’t want to know where she had found a live chicken.
“Why do we have a chicken?” he asked, closing the door. Dru spun around, eyes bright.
“This one is the best for the family. Miss Edith said so,” she said as if that explained it all.
In a way, it did, Xander realized.
Spike glared at the bird. He could kill two Slayers but somehow one chicken managed to elude him.
As soon as he got his hands on that thing, it was dead.
Xander looked around the room, noting the overturned furniture and the way Spike’s fingers curled every time he spotted the chicken. Stifling a laugh, he shook his head and turned back to them.
“So, who wants pizza?”
Rating: PG
Word Count: 190
Challenge: Five Days of the Work Week
Stage: Monday
Summary: Xander comes home to find that dinner is a bit...different this week.
Warnings: Both het and slash will be implied throughout this series.
Disclaimer: They're not mine. They belong to Joss Whedon. I just borrow them.
Author's Note: So, I wrote this for
stagesoflove but between moving and not having a phone line and no internet, I'm only getting to post it now. This was due last weekend so it's obviously very late but I wanted to get it posted so that I could get around posting parts two and three for each series later on today or tomorrow. So, hope you enjoy and feedback's always welcome!When Xander got home, he was fully expecting to find dinner made. It always was when he came home on Mondays.
He definitely wasn’t expecting to find Dru clapping her hands and laughing while Spike cursed and swore that Dru was never going to be allowed to try and make dinner again. His eyebrows shot up when he saw what Dru had brought back for dinner.
He so didn’t want to know where she had found a live chicken.
“Why do we have a chicken?” he asked, closing the door. Dru spun around, eyes bright.
“This one is the best for the family. Miss Edith said so,” she said as if that explained it all.
In a way, it did, Xander realized.
Spike glared at the bird. He could kill two Slayers but somehow one chicken managed to elude him.
As soon as he got his hands on that thing, it was dead.
Xander looked around the room, noting the overturned furniture and the way Spike’s fingers curled every time he spotted the chicken. Stifling a laugh, he shook his head and turned back to them.
“So, who wants pizza?”
