Disclaimers: Joss owns all
BTVS characters, not me. I make no claims to them. I own Discord.
Date Stamp: Miss K, aka Kitty
wrote this 22.12.01
Title: Nina Gordon owns the
line, not me. I make no claims, but just love her like a girl should, which
is a line from another of her songs that I don't own.
Dedications: To Nestlé, for
Aero chocolate. I love you, too. And that's a line from a song owned by Louise
Post. Wow, numerous song disclaimer. Yay!
Buffy's POV
Slayers Do Christmas
XXIII - You've Got The Wrong Address
Ok, you need to go and see how Faith is, maybe
she's freaked out again.
I did tell her I loved her again, but that
was about, wow, three hours ago!
Delayed reaction or what?
I grab one of her T's and slip a pair of shorts
on, don't want to be walking round in the nude, anyone might come in.
This is my 'I just woke up too fast' brain
being stupid.
Who's going to come in and see you?
Huh?
Exactly, no answer!
I walk into the kitchen and Faith's sitting
at the table, her head resting on the top of it, looking like crap.
Not 'I've had no sleep' crap, either.
This is full blown 'I'm not well' crap.
'Hey, you don't look to good, Faith. Come back
to bed and lie down. Faith?'
Oh; she's asleep, with her head on the table.
That's the cutest!
Ok, not the cutest as she doesn't
look all that well, but still, it's pretty high up on the ahhhh scale.
Possibly even knocking Mr Gordo down a place.
I run a hand over her head.
She's not hot or anything.
'You just need some rest, you crazy Slayer.
Come on, I'm going to be all manly and carry you back to bed.'
I lift her up and she murmurs my name as her
head bury's itself in my neck.
You know, for someone taller than me, she's
so light.
I'd tell her to eat more, but I don't think
that's possible.
There aren't enough hours in the day.
I put her down on the bed and she sighs and
relaxes.
Yup, Buffy's going to look after you.
Never fear, I'm here!
I crawl in, cover us with the blanket and kiss
her gently.
She smiles and slides her arm over me, nuzzling
my neck before settling down.
We make the best couple, ever.
I close my eyes and begin to drift off.
Discord's POV
You have to love the trailer park trash rejects
of this world.
Without them we wouldn't have talk shows; or
should that be fight shows?
I know it's the only reason I watch it, to
see the punch ups.
I'd love to go, except I'd end up in the electric
chair for killing half the audience no doubt, especially anyone who called
me fucking Xena!
I grab the fuel can and head out back, walking
over to the car with the little ones in.
Nope, not come back to life.
Not that they would, but you have to check
these things out.
'Hey kiddies, Aunty Discord's got something
special planned for sunrise; a bonfire! Come on, more enthusiasm, please.
Little ones today, just don't appreciate the good things in life.'
I pour petrol over the car and walk
back to the porch, sitting down on the edge.
I feel around in my pocket for my matches,
pull them out and spark one up.
I love the way flames dance, looks real pretty.
All the colors and all, jumping round on the
end of a little piece of wood.
I like this game.
Wonder how many matches it'll take this time,
before I can torch the car.
Must be a good twenty feet away.
I'll torch that car in three.
Listen to me, thinking in game show references!
Jeez, I need to get some sleep.
I pull out a smoke and hold it in-between my
teeth as I light it, flicking the match over to the car.
It lands on the roof; must have gone out.
I strike another one and flick it; it lands
on the hood; nothing.
Damn, Dis, you need to get some practice in
at this.
Come on girl, focus.
I strike one and flick it over again.
The car blazes up, in a ball of flames.
Jumping up, I scream out;
'Who's the daddy?! Yeah!!'
'Actually, Discord, I believe that's me!'
I turn round on my heels, ready to take out
who ever managed to sneak up on me.
What I see before me makes me want to cry.
It's her; she's here.
I fall to my one knee and bow my head.
'Oh my God, your eminence!'