Disclaimer: Well I definitely do not own Buffy, but oh God, you do not now how much I wish I did. This is my first babble ever, let alone BtVS fanfiction. I hope it doesn't suck too much. This is slash, well more or less light fluff between Andrew and Warren.. Please R&R and tell me what you think!
Mini Slash Adventures
Part 1: Mushy
(Andrew POV)
Jonathan is sitting on my right as we play an old fashion James Bond game. I am winning at the moment because I have played this game about a million times. I hear the door open and Warren walks in, coming in from picking up supplies. He had been working hard on a new project to handle the Slayer and her friends. I watch as he sits down at his desk, not showing that he even acknowledges that we are there. I am taken away from the game as I watch him, I wonder what he is thinking. He has been working a lot lately, and hasn't been playing games with Jonathan or me. Does he care about us? Does he care about me? It seems so long since I have heard him call out my name. Even longer since he has had his lips pressed against my own. I continue to watch him as he makes more changes to the white board and his new invention, and I just hope that he looks up. I want him to hold me close for hours, and tell me how much I mean to him. It has been forever since that has actually happened. I am beginning to wonder if it will even happen again.
"Andrew?" Jonathan's voice breaks through my thought, but not my stare. "Andrew, why'd you let me kick your ass. You never purposely let me win!"
"Oh, sorry I wasn't paying attention..." I said faintly, looking over quickly at Jonathan. He looks over and notices Warren as well.
"Hey, when did you get back?" He asks him casually. You never know if he will just respond, or if he will tell you off for interrupting him, I usually choose to just stay quiet when he is working.
"Hum? Oh, just now, I am almost done this actually. We should be able to test it out soon." Warren answered without looking up from his work.
"Cool." Jonathan shrugged, restarting the game we were playing. I smile at him and look back at Warren. This time he looks up at me too. I just stare at him for a moment, I wonder if he knows what I am thinking just by looking in my eyes, that would be cool, like Superman or something. He looks at me longingly, a wanting stare, turning my insides into mush and my heart melt. He must know this too, since he is smirking at me. I give a shy smile and he returns back to his work. He always seems to find ways to remind me that he loves me. I just hope he understands that I'd die without him...
End.
A/N: I know it is very short, but I will have a few short 500 words(ish) fanfictions, along with longer one-shots for MSA's. I would love to write a series on this pairing, but I don't think I would be able to get the characters right... Well I hope you liked this drabble. R&R!