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tthdrabblesI forgot how much fun writing drabbles is. Playing for the het side this round.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the copyrighted material in any of the six following drabbles.
“I really don’t see why you’re worried. They can’t possibly be as bad as you’re making them out.”
“You’re right. They’re worse.”
“They’re your parents.”
“They’re Satan, Wes. Satan.”
“I’m ringing the bell.”
“Your jacket’s not even off!
“What are you talking about?”
“Taking our jackets off now means we can hand them straight to the maid, which means we move on quicker, which means we leave quicker.”
“You’re being ridiculous, Lorelei.”
“You’ll see, mister. I’ll be saying I told you so before the end of the evening.”
“I sincerely doubt that.”
The door opened.
“It’s that time again, folks. Meet the Gilmore’s.”
~
Xander was pulled through the crowded airport urgently by his girlfriend. As Francesca paused to strain on the tips of her toes, Xander popped his question.
“So, what does your dad do again?”
“He’s an American.” The answer was vague enough to evoke worry.
“He’s an American what?” Francesca averted her eyes.
“He’s an….” The rest of her words were lost in a jumble of Italian. Try as he might, Xander just couldn’t pick up the language. Give him Latin any day, but Italian? He gently prodded her shoulder. Francesca sighed.
“He’s an admiral in the US navy.”
Xander began to sweat.
~
Placing the fork down beside his plate, Lindsey smiled across the table piled with Chinese foam takeout containers at his girlfriend. He couldn’t help but think that finding himself would have been much harder if it hadn’t been for Chloe Sullivan. Not that finding anything in Smallville was hard; the town itself was barely equivalent to an L.A. block.
Still, it was definitely worth coming, even if it meant dealing with Gabe Sullivan.
“Lindsey!” The man said, swallowing his lasted mouthful, “Have you heard the one about the lawyer, the priest and the bureaucrat? A lawyer walks into a bar…”
~
Note: I am picking and choosing what to take out of Marvel canon, deal with it.
“Well, you know that when Alex and Scott were very young their plane was attacked. They got away, but the Shi’ar Empire took their parents… they’re a species of aliens. Their dad survived and now he’s the leader of a band of interstellar adventurers. There’s also Nate, but we don’t really have time for that. See, Nate is Scott’s son from the future who came back to stop a complicated series of events. There are others, of course, but that’s about the gist.”
Anne stared blankly at her new husbands sister-in-law, Jean Grey. “What?”
The redhead just smiled at her. “Welcome to the Summers family.”
~
Chris stared in shock as Dawn slipped into an easy conversation with his Aunt Phoebe. This was not how he expected her to react. Dawn was supposed to be a gibbering mess right now: ranting and raving and denying. Instead she was making pleasant small talk with his aunt, who was currently covered in fluorescent green slime.
“You can absolutely still save that outfit. But, definitely don’t use Tide. Tide will ruin everything. Get yourself some Sunlight. That stuff is a miracle cure for stains.”
Leo walked up beside him, a smile on his dad’s face. “We sure know how to pick them, don’t we?”
~
“Joe, make her stop.” Buffy was cowering behind him. Quickly following his fiancés line of sight he was met with the hard eyes of his Grandmother.
“Just ignore her.” He replied to the petite blonde.
“Ignore her!” she responded with a hiss, “Don’t think I wasn’t warned about the eye!”
“The eye is a big load of crap, honey.”
“Is not.” Buffy turned wide hazel eyes and a killer pout on him for a moment before her eyes flashed with panic. “She’s coming over here!”
The frail old woman came to a stop in front of them.
“I see many children for you.”
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the copyrighted material in any of the six following drabbles.
“I really don’t see why you’re worried. They can’t possibly be as bad as you’re making them out.”
“You’re right. They’re worse.”
“They’re your parents.”
“They’re Satan, Wes. Satan.”
“I’m ringing the bell.”
“Your jacket’s not even off!
“What are you talking about?”
“Taking our jackets off now means we can hand them straight to the maid, which means we move on quicker, which means we leave quicker.”
“You’re being ridiculous, Lorelei.”
“You’ll see, mister. I’ll be saying I told you so before the end of the evening.”
“I sincerely doubt that.”
The door opened.
“It’s that time again, folks. Meet the Gilmore’s.”
~
Xander was pulled through the crowded airport urgently by his girlfriend. As Francesca paused to strain on the tips of her toes, Xander popped his question.
“So, what does your dad do again?”
“He’s an American.” The answer was vague enough to evoke worry.
“He’s an American what?” Francesca averted her eyes.
“He’s an….” The rest of her words were lost in a jumble of Italian. Try as he might, Xander just couldn’t pick up the language. Give him Latin any day, but Italian? He gently prodded her shoulder. Francesca sighed.
“He’s an admiral in the US navy.”
Xander began to sweat.
~
Placing the fork down beside his plate, Lindsey smiled across the table piled with Chinese foam takeout containers at his girlfriend. He couldn’t help but think that finding himself would have been much harder if it hadn’t been for Chloe Sullivan. Not that finding anything in Smallville was hard; the town itself was barely equivalent to an L.A. block.
Still, it was definitely worth coming, even if it meant dealing with Gabe Sullivan.
“Lindsey!” The man said, swallowing his lasted mouthful, “Have you heard the one about the lawyer, the priest and the bureaucrat? A lawyer walks into a bar…”
~
Note: I am picking and choosing what to take out of Marvel canon, deal with it.
“Well, you know that when Alex and Scott were very young their plane was attacked. They got away, but the Shi’ar Empire took their parents… they’re a species of aliens. Their dad survived and now he’s the leader of a band of interstellar adventurers. There’s also Nate, but we don’t really have time for that. See, Nate is Scott’s son from the future who came back to stop a complicated series of events. There are others, of course, but that’s about the gist.”
Anne stared blankly at her new husbands sister-in-law, Jean Grey. “What?”
The redhead just smiled at her. “Welcome to the Summers family.”
~
Chris stared in shock as Dawn slipped into an easy conversation with his Aunt Phoebe. This was not how he expected her to react. Dawn was supposed to be a gibbering mess right now: ranting and raving and denying. Instead she was making pleasant small talk with his aunt, who was currently covered in fluorescent green slime.
“You can absolutely still save that outfit. But, definitely don’t use Tide. Tide will ruin everything. Get yourself some Sunlight. That stuff is a miracle cure for stains.”
Leo walked up beside him, a smile on his dad’s face. “We sure know how to pick them, don’t we?”
~
“Joe, make her stop.” Buffy was cowering behind him. Quickly following his fiancés line of sight he was met with the hard eyes of his Grandmother.
“Just ignore her.” He replied to the petite blonde.
“Ignore her!” she responded with a hiss, “Don’t think I wasn’t warned about the eye!”
“The eye is a big load of crap, honey.”
“Is not.” Buffy turned wide hazel eyes and a killer pout on him for a moment before her eyes flashed with panic. “She’s coming over here!”
The frail old woman came to a stop in front of them.
“I see many children for you.”
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