#114 - Cutting In - B:tVS/Terra Nova
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tthdrabblestitle: Cutting In
word count: 200
fandom: Terra Nova
challenge: #114 - dance
disclaimer: The words are mine; the worlds are not.
notes: Post-series for B:tVS; Terra Nova pilot. Third of a short series.
One of the guards cut through the crowd, singling Buffy out: Commander Taylor wanted to see her.
One of the guards cut through the crowd, singling Buffy out: Commander Taylor wanted to see her. Since that had been the whole point of catching his attention during the welcome speech, she agreed.
It didn't hurt that the guard was cute: young and earnest and very Riley-ish. It made her want to pinch his cheeks and wish him a bright, normal girlfriend, like some kind of creepy nostalgic godmother.
The more weathered, taut-bodied blond who do-si-do'd awkwardly around her as he and his wife left Nate's office was more her current speed. Pity he was married-- and crazy; she'd witnessed the chaos he'd caused at the portal.
...Not that she hadn't stowed away, too. She'd just... planned better.
"At first, I thought I must have a cousin I never knew about," her great-nephew growled, narrowing his eyes as she entered. "But that's not it, is it. Aunt Liz."
"Hey, Nate-ums," she grinned, teasingly.
He ignored that, frowning. "How? And I don't just mean, why didn't I see your name in the lists."
"I'm down as Buffy Summers. And... it's kind of a long story?"
He snorted and laced his fingers atop his nifty dino-skull table. "I've got the time."
word count: 200
fandom: Terra Nova
challenge: #114 - dance
disclaimer: The words are mine; the worlds are not.
notes: Post-series for B:tVS; Terra Nova pilot. Third of a short series.
One of the guards cut through the crowd, singling Buffy out: Commander Taylor wanted to see her.
One of the guards cut through the crowd, singling Buffy out: Commander Taylor wanted to see her. Since that had been the whole point of catching his attention during the welcome speech, she agreed.
It didn't hurt that the guard was cute: young and earnest and very Riley-ish. It made her want to pinch his cheeks and wish him a bright, normal girlfriend, like some kind of creepy nostalgic godmother.
The more weathered, taut-bodied blond who do-si-do'd awkwardly around her as he and his wife left Nate's office was more her current speed. Pity he was married-- and crazy; she'd witnessed the chaos he'd caused at the portal.
...Not that she hadn't stowed away, too. She'd just... planned better.
"At first, I thought I must have a cousin I never knew about," her great-nephew growled, narrowing his eyes as she entered. "But that's not it, is it. Aunt Liz."
"Hey, Nate-ums," she grinned, teasingly.
He ignored that, frowning. "How? And I don't just mean, why didn't I see your name in the lists."
"I'm down as Buffy Summers. And... it's kind of a long story?"
He snorted and laced his fingers atop his nifty dino-skull table. "I've got the time."
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Date: 2012-02-13 06:18 pm (UTC)I'm glad to see more of this verse!
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Date: 2012-02-13 08:12 pm (UTC)