Whose Line Is It, Anyway?
This fic was co-written with my good friend Pickles, and was inspired by a clip from the TV show Whose Line Is It, Anyway? If you'd like to watch the clip - it's absolutely hilarious! - you can find a link to it on my website. You can find a link to my website at the top of my profile page. Anyway, this fic takes place mid-Season 2 of Buffy, after the events of "Reptile Boy" but before "Surprise"/"Innocence".
Disclaimer: We do in fact own Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Whose Line Is It, Anyway?, Bollywood, and all the teabags in your kitchen.
(For those who are sarcasm impaired, that was a complete lie. We own none of these things. If we did, we would be making oodles of cash off this fic. We're not.)
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Chapter 1
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It was another lackluster Friday night, and the Scoobies were broke. Again. Or possibly still. As a result of their monetary situation, all three Scoobies had decided to once again gather in Buffy's living room and partake of their favorite TV channel.
"But—where is it?!" Xander exclaimed, flipping frantically through the channels. "What happened to it? Where is our Bollywood goodness?!"
Willow's eyes widened in shock. "No Bollywood movies?" she asked, forlorn. "But—but why?"
Buffy sighed, unable to decide whether to be upset or thankful. "I don't know, guys," she told them, "but I guess there's nothing for it. We'll just have to watch something else."
Xander and Willow both whipped their heads around and glared at her.
"Well, I don't see either of you two coming up with any brilliant ideas!" she shot back.
"We could always sneak our own teabags into the Bronze," Willow began hopefully, but Xander shot her down.
"Yeah, like that worked the last time we tried it," he complained. "Let me tell you, those bouncers really need to find a new hobby!"
"Well, you think of something," she said sulkily.
Buffy, fed up with their arguing, settled matters by stealing the remote from Xander. "Okay, I've made up our minds," she announced, flipping through some more channels. "We'll just find something else to watch."
Unfortunately, there didn't seem to be a lot on. They found a cheesy soap opera, but somehow those sorts of storylines weren't quite as interesting when they didn't involve water buffalos or singing of any kind. Eventually they came upon some sort of improvised comedy show, and decided to stick with that. Everything seemed fine, until the latest skit ended and the host began to speak again:
"The scene is: Moments before sunrise, Buffy the Vampire Slayer—"
The trio stared at the screen in horror.
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TBC