Title: Bad Eggs, Good Buffy (1/1)
Author: Kris P.
Email: krismpy@yahoo.com
Pairings: B/A, W/B
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Bad Eggs
Summary: Takes place at the end of "Bad Eggs,"
with some scenes added in. ;)
Disclaimers: Buffy and Willow and everyone else
in this belong to Joss and
Mutant Enemy.
Archive: If you want it, just ask and it's
yours.
Just a little snippet I came up with, so enjoy!
Bad Eggs, Good Buffy
Joyce had just found Buffy. She was relieved her
daughter wasn't hurt in the gas leak, but was now
thoroughly upset with her for not obeying her
orders from earlier in the day. "Young lady, you
have to learn some responsibility, okay? Once
and for all," Joyce said.
"I'm grounded?" Buffy asked with trepidation.
"You're already grounded!" Joyce replied somewhat
harshly, annoyed at Buffy for forgetting that.
"Oh, yeah," Buffy said meekly.
"Until further notice, you're confined to your
room. You will not leave your room at any time,
except to go to school or the bathroom. Am I
making myself clear?"
"You're clear," Buffy replied. "I - won't leave
my room."
"You're damn right you won't!" Joyce said as she
stomped off.
Buffy stared after her mother for a second,
surprised at her use of a swear word.
After a beat, she started to follow her mom. She
lowered her head and just focused on catching up
to Joyce's feet, which were a few paces in front
of her. 'It's not fair,' she thought. 'I'm the
slayer, The Chosen One. But I'm grounded for
doing my duty and saving the school, not to
mention my own mother!' Buffy seethed inwardly.
Totally lost in thought, she almost missed
the fact that Joyce's feet had stopped moving.
Buffy pulled up quickly, her slayer reflexes
helping her avoid plowing into the back of her
mom.
"Mr. Giles! I'm glad I ran into you again. I
know this may not be the best time, but I was
wondering if I might speak with you about Buffy?"
Joyce said.
"Mom!" Buffy started to protest.
"Alone," Joyce enunciated the word slowly for
emphasis. Buffy sighed loudly, turned around and
walked a short distance away.
"W-what can I do for you?" Buffy heard Giles say.
"Well, I was wondering if..." Buffy didn't hear
the rest. She'd fully intended to eavesdrop on
the conversation, but forgot all about it the
second she caught sight of Willow, who was
sitting about twenty feet away from where Buffy
stood. She and Cordelia were sitting
side-by-side on one of the railings along the
walkway. Xander was standing in front of them,
talking animatedly. 'No doubt about the big
adventure he's just had,' Buffy thought. Every
now and then, Xander or Cordelia would move so
that Buffy's view of Willow was blocked
temporarily, which frustrated the slayer.
Without even realizing it, Buffy started drifting
closer and closer to the trio.
"I guess I'll see you guys tomorrow," Xander said
to the two girls as he walked off in the opposite
direction from Buffy.
"Bye," Willow said. She and Cordelia sat by
themselves in awkward silence for a moment, then
Cordelia hopped off the railing.
"Um, I'm leaving, too," she said as she beat a
hasty retreat in the same direction Xander had
just gone.
"Ok," Willow said to their backs. Buffy watched
closely as Willow put her head in her hands, and
rubbed her temples with her forefingers. Then
Willow closed her eyes, straightened her back,
and proceeded to roll her neck around in circles.
Buffy tore her gaze away from the redhead
briefly, looking back to see what her mother was
doing. Joyce and Giles were still talking, so
Buffy quickly closed the distance between herself
and Willow.
"Hey," Buffy spoke quietly as she placed a gentle
hand on Willow's knee. She felt Willow jump
slightly. "Sorry, didn't mean to scare you."
"That's ok," Willow said, opening her eyes to
look at Buffy. "I wasn't paying attention
anyway. So, what's up?"
Buffy was mesmerized for a split second by the
bright, sparkling green orbs regarding her.
"Huh? Oh, I think my mom's asking Giles to
babysit me after school from now until I
graduate."
"Don't tell me," Willow started.
"Yep, grounded--worse," Buffy finished.
"I'm sorry," Willow replied.
"No big," Buffy answered. "I'll just have to
sneak out to patrol like I usually do. Or else
have Angel do it for me." Buffy regarded Willow
for a moment, then asked, "So, how're you doing?
You look tired."
"A little. I'm more stiff and sore from...well,
whatever it was that I did."
"Digging, mainly," Buffy supplied.
"I so do not want to know," Willow said.
"No, you probably don't," Buffy said, chuckling
slightly. "On the positive side, those dirt
smudges all over your face make you look cute."
Buffy reached up and gently wiped a small one off
the redhead's cheek with her thumb.
"You don't exactly look ready for the Miss
Sunnydale beauty pageant, either!" Willow shot
back. Buffy stuck her tongue out playfully, then
turned around to search for her mom and Giles
again. As she did so, she settled between
Willow's legs, leaning her head back so that it
rested on Willow's stomach.
"I wonder what they're talking about for so
long?" Buffy mused as she rested her forearms on
each of Willow's thighs.
"I don't know," Willow replied, absentmindedly
playing with the blonde hair in front of her.
"But I'll bet Giles will get you off the hook
with your mother."
"That would be nice, but I won't hold my breath,"
Buffy answered as she watched her mom and Giles
converse. She felt Willow shift around behind
her, and sensed her wince. "You okay?" She
turned around again to regard Willow.
"Yeah. Like I said, just a little stiff and
sore," Willow answered.
Joyce finished her conversation with Giles, and
turned around to look for Buffy. She spotted her
daughter in the distance, talking to her best
friend, Willow. She started to stalk towards the
two girls, determined to get Buffy and go home so
she could relax. Mr. Giles had tried to tell her
he was sure Buffy hadn't done anything wrong, but
Joyce was still fuming inwardly over Buffy's
total lack of responsibility.
Joyce slowed her pace a bit. She watched Buffy
take Willow gently by the wrist, and help her
friend down from her perch on the railing. Joyce
slowed even more, then stopped walking
altogether. She stared, transfixed, as Buffy
swept the redhead's hair to one side, and began
massaging Willow's shoulders carefully and
tenderly. Joyce's eyes softened briefly. 'No!
She's grounded. She'll never respect the
boundaries if I give in,' she thought. 'But how
can she be so loyal and compassionate to her
friend, yet still be so irresponsible?' she
wondered.
Joyce sighed, then took a deep breath, steeling
herself. She walked up to Buffy, who was still
tending to Willow, and announced, "You're still
grounded. Go to the car and wait for me there.
I need to talk to Willow." Buffy started to open
her mouth to speak, but instead exchanged a
nervous glance with Willow and walked wordlessly
to the vehicle.
Buffy sat on her bedroom windowsill kissing
Angel. "You sure you're not going to get in
trouble?" he asked her.
"Hey, I earned this. 'Sides, I'm not breaking
any rules," she replied.
"Buffy!" Joyce's voice could be heard yelling
from downstairs. "Are you going to bed?"
"In a minute!" she called back, then returned to
Angel smoochies.
*Clomp*Clomp*Clomp*
"Shoot! She's coming up the stairs--you'd better
go!" Buffy said as she shoved the vampire out her
window.
"Ouch!" Angel yelped as he hit the ground.
Buffy leaned out the window, grimacing in
sympathy. "Oh. Sorry!" she called down to him
in as hushed a tone as she could manage.
Angel rubbed his backside with one hand, gave a
slight wave up to her with his other, and walked
off grumbling, "Second fiddle, again!"
Buffy hastily closed her window, just as the door
to her bedroom opened. "What's going on?" Willow
asked. She had her pajamas on, and looked
refreshed.
"Oh, well, Angel was here, but he just left,"
Buffy replied.
"Your mom was cool enough to invite me over to
shower here and stay the night since my parents
are gone, even though you can't leave your
room--which, by the way, is weird. I mean, here
I can come and go as I please in your house, when
you're stuck here in your room. But you're going
to get in worse trouble, if that's even possible,
if your mom catches you with Angel up here,"
Willow babbled.
"It's ok, Will. I made him leave. Let's just go
to bed, okay?" Buffy smirked at the
redhead--kissing Angel had gotten her juices
flowing, but thinking about spending the whole
night with Willow in her bed right beside her was
too much for the slayer.
"Alright," Willow replied. She walked over to
the light switch and flipped it off, then
carefully made her way back to Buffy's bed. She
crawled under the covers with a yawn, and settled
in with her back to Buffy, who'd gotten into bed
while Willow was taking care of the light. The
redhead's eyes closed slowly, then snapped wide
open. "Uh, Buffy, do you know where your hand
is?"
"Yep," Buffy replied silkily, snuggling closer to
Willow.
"I take it you don't want to sleep just yet?"
Willow squeaked.
"Nope," Buffy purred, as her other hand moved
around under the covers.
"But what about Angel, and your mom, and...Oh!"
Willow gasped. "N-nevermind theeeeeeem!" Willow
breathed out in ecstasy. Rather reluctantly, the
redhead untangled herself from Buffy before
things went too far, and rolled over to look at
her friend. However, when she gazed into Buffy's
eyes, she saw nothing but love reflected in them,
and was satisfied. With that, she started
nuzzling Buffy's neck. Between nuzzles, she
murmured, "Angel bad, mom bad, sleep bad, eggs
definitely bad, Buffy good!"
Author: Kris P.
Email: krismpy@yahoo.com
Pairings: B/A, W/B
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Bad Eggs
Summary: Takes place at the end of "Bad Eggs,"
with some scenes added in. ;)
Disclaimers: Buffy and Willow and everyone else
in this belong to Joss and
Mutant Enemy.
Archive: If you want it, just ask and it's
yours.
Just a little snippet I came up with, so enjoy!
Bad Eggs, Good Buffy
Joyce had just found Buffy. She was relieved her
daughter wasn't hurt in the gas leak, but was now
thoroughly upset with her for not obeying her
orders from earlier in the day. "Young lady, you
have to learn some responsibility, okay? Once
and for all," Joyce said.
"I'm grounded?" Buffy asked with trepidation.
"You're already grounded!" Joyce replied somewhat
harshly, annoyed at Buffy for forgetting that.
"Oh, yeah," Buffy said meekly.
"Until further notice, you're confined to your
room. You will not leave your room at any time,
except to go to school or the bathroom. Am I
making myself clear?"
"You're clear," Buffy replied. "I - won't leave
my room."
"You're damn right you won't!" Joyce said as she
stomped off.
Buffy stared after her mother for a second,
surprised at her use of a swear word.
After a beat, she started to follow her mom. She
lowered her head and just focused on catching up
to Joyce's feet, which were a few paces in front
of her. 'It's not fair,' she thought. 'I'm the
slayer, The Chosen One. But I'm grounded for
doing my duty and saving the school, not to
mention my own mother!' Buffy seethed inwardly.
Totally lost in thought, she almost missed
the fact that Joyce's feet had stopped moving.
Buffy pulled up quickly, her slayer reflexes
helping her avoid plowing into the back of her
mom.
"Mr. Giles! I'm glad I ran into you again. I
know this may not be the best time, but I was
wondering if I might speak with you about Buffy?"
Joyce said.
"Mom!" Buffy started to protest.
"Alone," Joyce enunciated the word slowly for
emphasis. Buffy sighed loudly, turned around and
walked a short distance away.
"W-what can I do for you?" Buffy heard Giles say.
"Well, I was wondering if..." Buffy didn't hear
the rest. She'd fully intended to eavesdrop on
the conversation, but forgot all about it the
second she caught sight of Willow, who was
sitting about twenty feet away from where Buffy
stood. She and Cordelia were sitting
side-by-side on one of the railings along the
walkway. Xander was standing in front of them,
talking animatedly. 'No doubt about the big
adventure he's just had,' Buffy thought. Every
now and then, Xander or Cordelia would move so
that Buffy's view of Willow was blocked
temporarily, which frustrated the slayer.
Without even realizing it, Buffy started drifting
closer and closer to the trio.
"I guess I'll see you guys tomorrow," Xander said
to the two girls as he walked off in the opposite
direction from Buffy.
"Bye," Willow said. She and Cordelia sat by
themselves in awkward silence for a moment, then
Cordelia hopped off the railing.
"Um, I'm leaving, too," she said as she beat a
hasty retreat in the same direction Xander had
just gone.
"Ok," Willow said to their backs. Buffy watched
closely as Willow put her head in her hands, and
rubbed her temples with her forefingers. Then
Willow closed her eyes, straightened her back,
and proceeded to roll her neck around in circles.
Buffy tore her gaze away from the redhead
briefly, looking back to see what her mother was
doing. Joyce and Giles were still talking, so
Buffy quickly closed the distance between herself
and Willow.
"Hey," Buffy spoke quietly as she placed a gentle
hand on Willow's knee. She felt Willow jump
slightly. "Sorry, didn't mean to scare you."
"That's ok," Willow said, opening her eyes to
look at Buffy. "I wasn't paying attention
anyway. So, what's up?"
Buffy was mesmerized for a split second by the
bright, sparkling green orbs regarding her.
"Huh? Oh, I think my mom's asking Giles to
babysit me after school from now until I
graduate."
"Don't tell me," Willow started.
"Yep, grounded--worse," Buffy finished.
"I'm sorry," Willow replied.
"No big," Buffy answered. "I'll just have to
sneak out to patrol like I usually do. Or else
have Angel do it for me." Buffy regarded Willow
for a moment, then asked, "So, how're you doing?
You look tired."
"A little. I'm more stiff and sore from...well,
whatever it was that I did."
"Digging, mainly," Buffy supplied.
"I so do not want to know," Willow said.
"No, you probably don't," Buffy said, chuckling
slightly. "On the positive side, those dirt
smudges all over your face make you look cute."
Buffy reached up and gently wiped a small one off
the redhead's cheek with her thumb.
"You don't exactly look ready for the Miss
Sunnydale beauty pageant, either!" Willow shot
back. Buffy stuck her tongue out playfully, then
turned around to search for her mom and Giles
again. As she did so, she settled between
Willow's legs, leaning her head back so that it
rested on Willow's stomach.
"I wonder what they're talking about for so
long?" Buffy mused as she rested her forearms on
each of Willow's thighs.
"I don't know," Willow replied, absentmindedly
playing with the blonde hair in front of her.
"But I'll bet Giles will get you off the hook
with your mother."
"That would be nice, but I won't hold my breath,"
Buffy answered as she watched her mom and Giles
converse. She felt Willow shift around behind
her, and sensed her wince. "You okay?" She
turned around again to regard Willow.
"Yeah. Like I said, just a little stiff and
sore," Willow answered.
Joyce finished her conversation with Giles, and
turned around to look for Buffy. She spotted her
daughter in the distance, talking to her best
friend, Willow. She started to stalk towards the
two girls, determined to get Buffy and go home so
she could relax. Mr. Giles had tried to tell her
he was sure Buffy hadn't done anything wrong, but
Joyce was still fuming inwardly over Buffy's
total lack of responsibility.
Joyce slowed her pace a bit. She watched Buffy
take Willow gently by the wrist, and help her
friend down from her perch on the railing. Joyce
slowed even more, then stopped walking
altogether. She stared, transfixed, as Buffy
swept the redhead's hair to one side, and began
massaging Willow's shoulders carefully and
tenderly. Joyce's eyes softened briefly. 'No!
She's grounded. She'll never respect the
boundaries if I give in,' she thought. 'But how
can she be so loyal and compassionate to her
friend, yet still be so irresponsible?' she
wondered.
Joyce sighed, then took a deep breath, steeling
herself. She walked up to Buffy, who was still
tending to Willow, and announced, "You're still
grounded. Go to the car and wait for me there.
I need to talk to Willow." Buffy started to open
her mouth to speak, but instead exchanged a
nervous glance with Willow and walked wordlessly
to the vehicle.
Buffy sat on her bedroom windowsill kissing
Angel. "You sure you're not going to get in
trouble?" he asked her.
"Hey, I earned this. 'Sides, I'm not breaking
any rules," she replied.
"Buffy!" Joyce's voice could be heard yelling
from downstairs. "Are you going to bed?"
"In a minute!" she called back, then returned to
Angel smoochies.
*Clomp*Clomp*Clomp*
"Shoot! She's coming up the stairs--you'd better
go!" Buffy said as she shoved the vampire out her
window.
"Ouch!" Angel yelped as he hit the ground.
Buffy leaned out the window, grimacing in
sympathy. "Oh. Sorry!" she called down to him
in as hushed a tone as she could manage.
Angel rubbed his backside with one hand, gave a
slight wave up to her with his other, and walked
off grumbling, "Second fiddle, again!"
Buffy hastily closed her window, just as the door
to her bedroom opened. "What's going on?" Willow
asked. She had her pajamas on, and looked
refreshed.
"Oh, well, Angel was here, but he just left,"
Buffy replied.
"Your mom was cool enough to invite me over to
shower here and stay the night since my parents
are gone, even though you can't leave your
room--which, by the way, is weird. I mean, here
I can come and go as I please in your house, when
you're stuck here in your room. But you're going
to get in worse trouble, if that's even possible,
if your mom catches you with Angel up here,"
Willow babbled.
"It's ok, Will. I made him leave. Let's just go
to bed, okay?" Buffy smirked at the
redhead--kissing Angel had gotten her juices
flowing, but thinking about spending the whole
night with Willow in her bed right beside her was
too much for the slayer.
"Alright," Willow replied. She walked over to
the light switch and flipped it off, then
carefully made her way back to Buffy's bed. She
crawled under the covers with a yawn, and settled
in with her back to Buffy, who'd gotten into bed
while Willow was taking care of the light. The
redhead's eyes closed slowly, then snapped wide
open. "Uh, Buffy, do you know where your hand
is?"
"Yep," Buffy replied silkily, snuggling closer to
Willow.
"I take it you don't want to sleep just yet?"
Willow squeaked.
"Nope," Buffy purred, as her other hand moved
around under the covers.
"But what about Angel, and your mom, and...Oh!"
Willow gasped. "N-nevermind theeeeeeem!" Willow
breathed out in ecstasy. Rather reluctantly, the
redhead untangled herself from Buffy before
things went too far, and rolled over to look at
her friend. However, when she gazed into Buffy's
eyes, she saw nothing but love reflected in them,
and was satisfied. With that, she started
nuzzling Buffy's neck. Between nuzzles, she
murmured, "Angel bad, mom bad, sleep bad, eggs
definitely bad, Buffy good!"