Disclaimers: Joss owns all BTVS characters, not me. All Hail Him.
Date Stamp: Miss K, aka Kitty wrote this on the 22.12.01
Title: The B-52's own it. It just came on the radio and it reminds me of when I was little.
Original Characters: I own Discord and her boss, in their entirety.
Clues: It's all in a name.
 
Discord's POV
 
Slayers Do Christmas XXIV - Rock Lobster
 
'Get up Discord and stop taking the piss.'
 
I start to laugh as I get to my feet, and she hugs me, tight.
She feels like a big, ball of light.
 
'I heard that.'
 
'Will you stop reading my thoughts?! It's un-nerving. You look very... normal, Elle.'
 
'What did you expect, flares and platform boots?'
 
Ok, that's a freaky visual right there.
Yes, I know, you heard that to.
She nods and pulls me off inside the house.
 
'So, Dizzy, how'd you like the toys we gave you?'
 
'The little ones? They were fun, always nice snapping necks.'
 
'I meant the swords.'
 
'Oh, sorry. They were great. Authentic, right? Nice carvings.'
 
'One of my girls snatched them in the, let me think, what are we in now, twenty-first century right? They got them in... well, a long time ago!'
 
We sit down and she takes my hand, squeezing it lightly.
 
'So, Dizzy, you got your assignment? You're taking it, right? Listen to me, if you don't I have to kill you. I always forget that little detail. So, this assignment, you ready for it?'
 
'About Dawn, yeah, I know her name, don't look at me like that, please. She's a friend of Faith's, it's sort of complicated, I'm not bucking it, just, it's sort of difficult.'
 
'Faith! How is she? The amount of scrapes we've had to pull her out of! She's lucky she's fated, that's all I can say.'
 
'She's finding her destiny, took her long enough, but she's getting there. About Dawn...'
 
'I know, but good things never come easy, Dizzy. Come on, let me make you some hot chocolate and we can talk some more.'
 
My life is the freakiest ever.
Yeah, I know you heard that as well.
 
She laughs and pulls me towards the kitchen.
 
Buffy's POV
 
Hmmm... hey, where'd she go?
 
I move my hand some more, but the bed next to me is empty.
I sit up quickly and look round the room.
Where'd that sneaky Slayer go?
Oh, I smell food!
Ok, that sneaky Slayer's forgiven.
 
I jump out of bed and walk into the kitchen.
 
'The dead have arisen! I must have worn you out, B. You've been asleep forever, man.'
 
'What time is it?'
 
'Nine.'
 
Nine?
NINE!
That's half of the day, and more importantly it's valuable Christmas shopping time gone!
 
'Faith? Why didn't you wake me up? I have to get some last minute pressies, what do I get Dis? I was thinking of a replica Chakram, but don't think she'd see the funny side.'
 
She starts laughing and drops some bacon on my plate, next to the pancakes.
 
'I'd pay to see her face when she unwrapped that with all your fam there, B.'
 
Look at all the food!
Wow, I didn't know Faith could cook?
 
'Bet you didn't think I could cook, huh, B?'
 
Busted; lie, and make it good.
 
'I knew you had hidden talents, I mean, you showed me a few of them last night.'
 
'Eat up. I make mean pancakes.'
 
Ok, I take everything back that I've ever said about her cooking.
Which is technically nothing, as she's never cooked for me.
Second go; I take back everything I've ever thought about her cooking, because this is fine!
If I married her she'd have to do this for me every single day.
 
And that is one seriously dramatic pause in my head, if ever I heard one, which you can't, hear it, I mean.
How can you hear a dramatic pause?
And if there's no-one to hear it is it still a dramatic one?
Talk about try and babble your way round the marrying thing!
No, still don't want to think of why the Hell I'd be saying that in this big old head of mine.
Marrying is for silly people who want the tax break.
Not me and the person I'm hopelessly in love with.
Because we all know that love has nothing to do with it.
 
'What you thinking about, B?'
 
'Marrying... these pancakes! They're great, really, so fluffy and... light, without tasting like a cloud. Not that I've eaten clouds, I mean, who's eaten clouds, right? That's just crazy, anyway, so, you and Dis are coming to dinner tomorrow, right? I'll need to go and calm mom down from her Christmas cooking frenzy, and nothing does it better than the phrase "I know you're planned for five, but two have dropped out." So, just need to be "checking Buffy", to keep her sane and all.'
 
'Yeah we'll be there, if you're sure it's ok. Don't answer with your mouth full. B, that's gross!'
 
I close my mouth back and swallow the pancakes.
 
'Serves you right for Vegas, Faith.'
 
'My mouth was empty when I opened it. You had food in yours, shit, you even out gross me.'
 
She's laughing though, always a good sign.
 
'Come on, you have to get dressed and help me get Dis a gift.'
 
I love Christmas shopping, and this year's going to be extra special, because Faith's with me.