The Extras
Written by: Max
Disclaimer: The Buffy characters belong to Joss Whedon and 20th Century Fox. They're just being borrowed for this fic.
RATED R for content.
Chapter One
"I have this dream at night, almost every night, I’ve been dreaming it forever, it’s easy to remember it…"
Black Lab
"This is, without doubt, the finest thing in the history of ever," said XW to Kuz.. And she was, as usual, spot on.
It’d happened months ago. Kuzibah had entered a fanfic competition being run by the powers that be at Warner Brothers and, to the amazement of nobody, had won it. She and nine of her friends from the infamous Buffy Cross and Stake Messageboard were at present ambling awe-struck around the BtVS set awaiting the arrival of the cast prior to a days shooting of the new episode. As prizes went it was…large. Kuz, Michelle, XW, shk24, Max, GG, Dorit, V, Angharad and Angel G/V had been the names drawn out of a hat at random, after a brief accusatorial flurry of posts on the board regarding the subject of The Black Arts Affecting the Rules of Chance. GG, naturally enough, denied everything. Even when there were dark mutterings about a ducking stool.
It had been great so far. The hotel was five star and paid for, the room service was five star AND 24-hour and paid for, and everybody had been getting on famously, with the minor exception of a nasty moment on the first day when Angharad had met Max and exclaimed, involuntarily, "Wow! You really ARE short!" A quick-thinking addition of "But incredibly cute!" had defused the situation, however, and after a long drunken night in the hotel restaurant the group had settled into its regular routine. Three long black limos had arrived at the hotel the next morning and carted the maniacally-giggling rabble to the set for the tour and "meet the cast" day.
The tour had been splendid. The high point had been the prop room…Joss had given permission for each of the group to take away a souvenir. And they had. A stake here, a necklace there. Angharad swiped Giles’ famous "VAMPYR" tome. When they all saw V emerge with Cordelia’s cat costume from the "Halloween" episode nobody said anything, although Max and shk walked away quietly and then sniggered loudly. And now, here they were, on the Sunnydale Graveyard set, waiting for the cast. Belinda Carlisle had been right…Heaven WAS a place on Earth!
The meeting of the cast hadn’t gone well. The actors had all been perfectly nice, of course, and very polite. The Cross and Stakers had gaped nervously and had collectively forgotten everything that they had wanted to say. Both groups had stood looking at each other in a friendly but nervous silence. Angel G/V had muttered something about leather trousers in the direction of James Marsters, but everyone was quite relieved when the crew and director came on set and ushered the actors into their places.
The Cross and Stakers were ushered to the back of the set behind the cameras to watch the ensuing magic. It was a face-off scene between Buffy and Spike in the graveyard. As the scene began, Angel G/V, clutching the necklace that she’d liberated from the prop room, leaned over to Michelle and said, perfectly innocently, "I wish WE were all in an episode of Buffy." The necklace, as in all good fiction, glowed a bright green. And the cameras, crew and director all disappeared. As did all the set walls. And the set roof. In fact it was fair to say that the Cross and Stakers were no longer on a set. Oh no. The Cross and Stakers appeared to be in Sunnydale Cemetery. In the dark.
Spike looked over. "Who the hell," he said to Buffy Summers, "are they?"
Buffy looked over her shoulder at the Cross and Stakers, who were standing herded together in a very confused fashion, all with rather bovine expressions on their faces. Shk looked at Buffy, grinned, and gave a little finger-waggling wave. The Slayer recovered admirably.
"They’re…ummm…friends?"
Max and V put on a mean expressions, glared at Spike and nodded.
Spike smiled, turned away and disappeared.
Buffy looked at the group. "I’m Buffy," said Buffy. "You ARE friends, right?"
"You have no idea," said Michelle.
"f---ing ‘ell!" said Max.
"Quite," said Angharad.
Part 2
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