The Further Adventures of the Buffybot
::Buffybot goes to LA::
Disclaimer: I don't own them Joss!
Author: Jenn B.
Feedback: Please! Also posted at http://www.geocities.com/jennsanity
Rating: PG-13 (if you can watch the show...)
Author's Note: These are the things that keep me up at night....An insomniac fic which pretty much explains the whole thing.
Summary: Set after The Gift and somewhere during the 3rd season of Angel before he finds out Buffy is back from the grave. What happened before Willow got all
of those programming kinks out of the Buffybot's system? The bot takes a trip to LA that's what. :-)
Spoilers: Season 5 dealing with Buffy's death and the making of the robot. None for Angel.
In the immaculate lobby of the Hyperion hotel, a.k.a. headquarters of Angel Investigations, the fang gang is hard at work trying to track down some demon or another as they always do. Cordelia perches herself on top of the counter with a bored look on her face as she adds yet another unhelpful book to the growing pile. Wesley frowns slightly at the way she handles the fragile, old book but glancing up and taking note of Cordy's expression wisely holds his tongue. Angel is pacing back and forth in front of the weapons chest, having a good brood while the rest of the gang searches for information. Research was never really his forte anyhow. Gunn watches him walk back and forth and back and forth, the motion is making him seasick and is about to say something when the doors of the hotel swing forcefully open emitting a blonde bombshell that takes his mind immediately off his troubles.
The girl is wearing a pink skirt with a leather jacket, a nice combination of suger and spice and everything nice in Gunn's opinion. He is so preoccupied that he fails to notice the shocked expressions on his coworkers face's as they take in the presence of this newcomer.
"Welcome to Angel Investi-" Gunn starts to say before he is interrupted by a gasp from Cordelia.
" Buffy?" She says in an incredulous tone. " But you're d-"
" Dead." Angel finishes her sentence.
" THAT'S Buffy?" Gunn says eyebrows raised. " Figures."
" Incredible." Wesley exclaims, picking up his glasses and standing up to get a better look at the girl.
" It's not Buffy." Angel growls at the three who are now attempting to talk all at once.
" Angel, if it looks like a Buffy and it talks like a Buffy, chances are..." Cordelia quips.
" It's not her. This...thing...isn't human." Angel says in disgust.
" Yes I am!" The Buffybot exclaims defensively. " I am Buffy. You are Angel. You have stupid hair." She states matter of factly.
" What?" Angel says confused for a moment. He then clenches his jaw and walks over to the abomination that is impersonating his Buffy and grabs it by the shoulders in a fierce grip. The Buffybot simply blinks at him with a plastic smile on her face.
" You're like Spike!" She announces proudly. " Spike is sexy."
" WHAT!?" Angel blurts out, not quite believing he'd ever hear those words coming from anything resembling Buffy.
" Bot!" A sudden English accented voice cries out from the doorway. As if her previous statement announced his presence , Spike walks into the room, his duster swirling around him and a stricken look on his face as he surveys the situation.
" Oh, balls." Spike exclaims as he takes note of the murderous expression in his fellow vampire's eyes. " Red! I found it...RED!" He shouts at the top of his lungs as Angel abandons his grip on the Buffybot's shoulders only to replace them around Spike's throat. Hoisted up above his once partner in crime's head, Spike found himself slammed into the wall by the door.
" Angel!!! Wait!" Spike heard Willow's voice cry out through the ringing in his ears. He struggles to get up before Angel can get him down again but only receives a kick in the ribs as a reward for being able to get up on all fours.
" Don't do that to Spike!" The Buffybot exclaims and promptly pushes Angel out of the way, sending him reeling back a few feet opposite the direction of Spike. " Spike! Do you want to have sex now? I recognize that positio-"
" NO! No bot that's not...no be quiet." Spike says, quickly getting up from the floor where he was kneeling on all fours again.
Angel unfortunately places together the end of that sentence and, eyes glowing amber, rushes toward the vampire and his creation.
" Decedo! Detono!" Willow shouts an incantation in the background and the three parties suddenly freeze as a glow circles around each of them.
The rest of the gang are still in their original positions around the counter, their eyes wide at the little performance commencing before their eyes. More than one of them pinches their arm to make sure that the boring research didn't act as a sleeping pill and create this odd dream.
" Now is everyone calm?" Willow asks the trio. Three heads nod in reply. " Okay then, diffluo" she says and with a wave of her hand the misty glowing circles disappear from around Angel, Spike, and the Buffybot.
" Willow?" Angel asks, really noticing her this time.
" Yes. And Spike is here with me. He means no harm." She sighs. She had forgotten about the old feud between the two vampires for a moment in her haste to find the Buffybot before it caused any damage. ' Too late.' she thinks to herself.
" What is that thing?" Angel asks her, referring to the Buffybot who is now petting a protesting Spike who looks rather uncomfortable.
" That is a long story." Willow says. " The gist of which is that thing is a robot, it helps us with the slaying and generally keeps the rest of the vamps in the dark about Buffy." She says the last part quietly seeing the pain in the souled vampire's eyes which she is sure is reflected in her own.
" But why with the..?" Cordy asks, eying the interaction between the robot and Spike with a pained look on her face indicating nausea.
" Spike had her built so she's kinda partial." Willow says quickly. ' What they don't know won't hurt them...or Spike.' She thinks matching Cordelia's expression with one of her own.
" Yeah, so, we got the bloody robot back, can we go now Red?" Spike says, steering the Buffybot by the shoulders in front of him towards the door.
" I guess that would be the best thing. I'm soo sorry, Angel. I never thought that you'd have any reason to know about this or I would have told you I swear."
The already brooding vampire nods in reassurance and watches the strange triplet walk out the door. He turns towards his friends in silence, there is nothing he could possibly say to top that little comedy of errors that had just taken place.
" OK, one question," Cordelia speaks up. " Why would Spike build a robot that looks just like Buffy and obeys his every command in the first place?"
Three male faces exhibit a comedic display of emotions as their thoughts go from pensive to horrified to disbelieving at the theory simultaneously conjured up by all of them
" Ohhhh." Cordy says, her own stomach turning at the thought.
" I really didn't want to know this ya'll" Gunn says.
" Amazing." Wesley murmurs which earns him shocked glances from all. " I mean...the likeness of her to...never mind."
" I think we should. Never mind that is. Pretend this never happened." Angel says, staring off into the distance with a horrified look on his face.
" And so we journey into the happy land of repressed memories." Cordelia says, picking up another book and initiating them to resume their research and block out the recent events.
The End
::Buffybot goes to LA::
Disclaimer: I don't own them Joss!
Author: Jenn B.
Feedback: Please! Also posted at http://www.geocities.com/jennsanity
Rating: PG-13 (if you can watch the show...)
Author's Note: These are the things that keep me up at night....An insomniac fic which pretty much explains the whole thing.
Summary: Set after The Gift and somewhere during the 3rd season of Angel before he finds out Buffy is back from the grave. What happened before Willow got all
of those programming kinks out of the Buffybot's system? The bot takes a trip to LA that's what. :-)
Spoilers: Season 5 dealing with Buffy's death and the making of the robot. None for Angel.
In the immaculate lobby of the Hyperion hotel, a.k.a. headquarters of Angel Investigations, the fang gang is hard at work trying to track down some demon or another as they always do. Cordelia perches herself on top of the counter with a bored look on her face as she adds yet another unhelpful book to the growing pile. Wesley frowns slightly at the way she handles the fragile, old book but glancing up and taking note of Cordy's expression wisely holds his tongue. Angel is pacing back and forth in front of the weapons chest, having a good brood while the rest of the gang searches for information. Research was never really his forte anyhow. Gunn watches him walk back and forth and back and forth, the motion is making him seasick and is about to say something when the doors of the hotel swing forcefully open emitting a blonde bombshell that takes his mind immediately off his troubles.
The girl is wearing a pink skirt with a leather jacket, a nice combination of suger and spice and everything nice in Gunn's opinion. He is so preoccupied that he fails to notice the shocked expressions on his coworkers face's as they take in the presence of this newcomer.
"Welcome to Angel Investi-" Gunn starts to say before he is interrupted by a gasp from Cordelia.
" Buffy?" She says in an incredulous tone. " But you're d-"
" Dead." Angel finishes her sentence.
" THAT'S Buffy?" Gunn says eyebrows raised. " Figures."
" Incredible." Wesley exclaims, picking up his glasses and standing up to get a better look at the girl.
" It's not Buffy." Angel growls at the three who are now attempting to talk all at once.
" Angel, if it looks like a Buffy and it talks like a Buffy, chances are..." Cordelia quips.
" It's not her. This...thing...isn't human." Angel says in disgust.
" Yes I am!" The Buffybot exclaims defensively. " I am Buffy. You are Angel. You have stupid hair." She states matter of factly.
" What?" Angel says confused for a moment. He then clenches his jaw and walks over to the abomination that is impersonating his Buffy and grabs it by the shoulders in a fierce grip. The Buffybot simply blinks at him with a plastic smile on her face.
" You're like Spike!" She announces proudly. " Spike is sexy."
" WHAT!?" Angel blurts out, not quite believing he'd ever hear those words coming from anything resembling Buffy.
" Bot!" A sudden English accented voice cries out from the doorway. As if her previous statement announced his presence , Spike walks into the room, his duster swirling around him and a stricken look on his face as he surveys the situation.
" Oh, balls." Spike exclaims as he takes note of the murderous expression in his fellow vampire's eyes. " Red! I found it...RED!" He shouts at the top of his lungs as Angel abandons his grip on the Buffybot's shoulders only to replace them around Spike's throat. Hoisted up above his once partner in crime's head, Spike found himself slammed into the wall by the door.
" Angel!!! Wait!" Spike heard Willow's voice cry out through the ringing in his ears. He struggles to get up before Angel can get him down again but only receives a kick in the ribs as a reward for being able to get up on all fours.
" Don't do that to Spike!" The Buffybot exclaims and promptly pushes Angel out of the way, sending him reeling back a few feet opposite the direction of Spike. " Spike! Do you want to have sex now? I recognize that positio-"
" NO! No bot that's not...no be quiet." Spike says, quickly getting up from the floor where he was kneeling on all fours again.
Angel unfortunately places together the end of that sentence and, eyes glowing amber, rushes toward the vampire and his creation.
" Decedo! Detono!" Willow shouts an incantation in the background and the three parties suddenly freeze as a glow circles around each of them.
The rest of the gang are still in their original positions around the counter, their eyes wide at the little performance commencing before their eyes. More than one of them pinches their arm to make sure that the boring research didn't act as a sleeping pill and create this odd dream.
" Now is everyone calm?" Willow asks the trio. Three heads nod in reply. " Okay then, diffluo" she says and with a wave of her hand the misty glowing circles disappear from around Angel, Spike, and the Buffybot.
" Willow?" Angel asks, really noticing her this time.
" Yes. And Spike is here with me. He means no harm." She sighs. She had forgotten about the old feud between the two vampires for a moment in her haste to find the Buffybot before it caused any damage. ' Too late.' she thinks to herself.
" What is that thing?" Angel asks her, referring to the Buffybot who is now petting a protesting Spike who looks rather uncomfortable.
" That is a long story." Willow says. " The gist of which is that thing is a robot, it helps us with the slaying and generally keeps the rest of the vamps in the dark about Buffy." She says the last part quietly seeing the pain in the souled vampire's eyes which she is sure is reflected in her own.
" But why with the..?" Cordy asks, eying the interaction between the robot and Spike with a pained look on her face indicating nausea.
" Spike had her built so she's kinda partial." Willow says quickly. ' What they don't know won't hurt them...or Spike.' She thinks matching Cordelia's expression with one of her own.
" Yeah, so, we got the bloody robot back, can we go now Red?" Spike says, steering the Buffybot by the shoulders in front of him towards the door.
" I guess that would be the best thing. I'm soo sorry, Angel. I never thought that you'd have any reason to know about this or I would have told you I swear."
The already brooding vampire nods in reassurance and watches the strange triplet walk out the door. He turns towards his friends in silence, there is nothing he could possibly say to top that little comedy of errors that had just taken place.
" OK, one question," Cordelia speaks up. " Why would Spike build a robot that looks just like Buffy and obeys his every command in the first place?"
Three male faces exhibit a comedic display of emotions as their thoughts go from pensive to horrified to disbelieving at the theory simultaneously conjured up by all of them
" Ohhhh." Cordy says, her own stomach turning at the thought.
" I really didn't want to know this ya'll" Gunn says.
" Amazing." Wesley murmurs which earns him shocked glances from all. " I mean...the likeness of her to...never mind."
" I think we should. Never mind that is. Pretend this never happened." Angel says, staring off into the distance with a horrified look on his face.
" And so we journey into the happy land of repressed memories." Cordelia says, picking up another book and initiating them to resume their research and block out the recent events.
The End
