Title: Wake
Author: Misha
Rating: PG
Fandom: BtVS
Spoilers: "Chosen"
Summary: Honoring a last request
Length: 400 words
Disclaimer: "The characters are the property of Joss Whedon, Mutant
Enemy, Kuzui Productions, 20th Century Fox, and whoever else
may have a hold on them.
Feedback: Relished at mishamcm@livejournal.com
Copyright (c) May 2003 Misha
Prolonged silence, save for the clinking of glasses.
“So what is it with you and the vampire toy-boys, B?”
Buffy rolled her eyes the motion nearly spilled her off the stool. She giggled.
“I love being drunk! I love being clumsy! I haven’t been this relaxed in—“
“Ever?”
Buffy broke into another fit of giggles.
“Let me try to answer that,” Xander said. “Buffy brings out the good side of people--”
“Hear, hear,” Giles slurred.
“--Even if they aren’t people,” Xander continued. “And don’t have a good side.”
Faith smiled at him. “Couldn’t have said it better myself.”
“You know,” Willow said, “I always knew he was a fire demon at heart. He spent so much time out in daylight you’d think he’d tan.”
“His favorite way of dusting vamps was to light them on fire with his cigarette.”
“Speaking of cigarettes, Clem, did you happen to rescue his stash of smokes along with his liquor?”
“Sure, sure. He hated seeing things go to waste.”
“God,” Buffy said, “Don’t tell me we have to smoke them all, too?”
“No, no, he just said the booze had to be finished.”
“I’ll take ‘em off your hands. Force of habit.”
“So, um, shouldn’t we say stuff about him?”
“He just said to drink it. Have a party. Get so drunk everything sounds funny.”
“He was like Bilaam,” Willow said, her eyes half closed.
“Who?”
“Bilaam. He was this biblical prophet who hired himself out to kings to curse their enemies. But when he was supposed to curse the Jews he had a change of heart and blessed them instead. A bad guy with goodness inside him that won out in the end.”
“Was he shagging the Jewish champion?”
Buffy giggled. “Shagging.”
“Looks like Buffy took his last request to heart.”
“Sidney Carton.”
Willow nodded. The others just stared at Giles.
“Heavens. Spend some time in a library.” Giles turned away and drained his glass.
“Han Solo,” said Andrew. “Or Boromir, but just in the last scene.”
“Xena’s boyfriend Marcus.”
“That hooker in Independence Day.”
“Somebody open another bottle. Quickly.”