Title: Mr. Teddy
Author: LittleWillsRe
Rated: PG for now
Summery: Willow gets a surprise friend…
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my own ideas. Please don't sue and don't commit plagiarism…
Distribution: Ask and ye shall receive- I just want to know where it's going.
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"Anya! Catch!" she shouted over the down pour of rain. Kind of funny when you thought about it. Earlier this afternoon it had been so hot that if you sat down you'd stick. That's the reason why they had gone out to patrol.
"Arrg, have you ever- mm- though abo- ah- thought about learning how to dance- arg- or play chess or get a collection of butterflies or something- eh?!" Buffy yelled between kicks and punches. Even though she acted annoyed, you knew that she was enjoying herself. Patrolling was always a good way to let out some steam.
Willow watched as Anya fought with one the- go figure- vampires with a smile on her face. Anya had a lot of stress to work out too. Willow would usually be up there fighting- because boy did she have steam to blow- but there were only two vamps and each was occupied with their own blonde.
She started to wonder if Anya was a natural blonde when she heard something behind her. No- she *felt* something behind her. She touched her hip lightly where she concealed an oh so popular stake. But, when she turned around, she saw nothing. Yet that feeling was still there.
Scrunching her forehead in confusion, she looked down. And there, nestled in a bush, was a teddy bear. "Huh. What do you know." She intended to leave it there. After all, some child might be looking for it and they'd most likely backtrack. Right? So why reduce their chances of finding it by taking it with her?
"Oooh! How cute! A teddy bear!" Buffy squealed from behind. Anya was inspecting the bear with mild interest. They had obviously beaten their opponents. "I don't remember him being here…"
"It looks new." Anya stated as she picked up the bear to get a closer look. On a sudden urge she sniffed it. "Smells new too. At least, new enough to get a good deal on him. I'd say… fifty bucks?"
Thinking of the youngster who supposedly lost it Willow spoke up, "No way! You can't just take it. What if someone is looking for it? Maybe some kid was walking by, saw the demon faces, got scared and ran away. And now he's frightened and teddy-less." Trying to make her point she pouted. Puppy dog eyes, bottom lip slightly stuck out, head tilted- the whole deal. It never failed.
"Arrrrrrrg, alright. But it's not staying out here. Why don't you take it home and ask around if anyone has lost a stuffed animal. Make sure that they give details so they don't steal it too." she finally gave in. "But if I find out that you sold it, your ass is mine." she said brightly- even a bit seriously.
Laughing, Willow replied, "Done." So that's how the teddy came into the living world. He might not be living but hey- who's to judge?
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"Alrighty then! Guess it's just you and me tonight, buddy." Wills informed her furry companion. "You know, I used to have some fish but they were murdered. Guess by who. No really, go on and guess." She waited a while for the bear to say something but nothing. "Alright then I'll tell you. Angelus. You know him? Well be glad if you don't 'cause I don't even want to begin the things he'd do to a seemingly defenseless teddy like you. Oh yeah! You bet your two ears that he would loooooove to see what kind of stuffing is in you. Yup, the Big Bads Sire. You know who the Big Bad is right?" Noting that the bear, again, said nothing she threw her hands in the air. "Well don't you know anything? I obviously have a *lot* to teach you. But don't worry, we'll make it fun."
She sat back down in the couch and finished the video. The movie just happened to be 'Cast Away'. Tom Hanks trying fish on the island was what brought up the discussion of her used-to-be-swimming dead friends. When Willson floated away she began to cry. That part was always so sad. As she huggled her new friend and watched Hank cry out to the playing ball, she looked down.
"You know what? I have a feeling you'll be staying with me for a while so I better give you a name." thinking of the many names she could pick from she finally gave up and settled on a simple one. "I'll call you Mr. Teddy. Teddy for short. Mr. Ted to be shorter. And Ted if all hell breaks loose and there's nothing else I can call you." smiling at her new house-mate she laid back into the cushions and closed her eyes. By eleven o'clock she had gently drifted off to sleep, with Mr. Teddy snuggled right under her arm.
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The next morning Willow woke with a start. Flying out of the bed she faintly wondered how she had gotten there. Eventually she had made it down the stairs and over to the smoke alarm…..
"Hey there buddy! How do you turn this stupid thing off? I have better luck with shutting alternate universe portals then this damned thing."
….. to find Buffy standing on a foot rest from the living room. She was trying frantically to shut off the safety device with no such luck. It was then that Willow noticed the sweet smell of eggs. She turned back to her friend with an easy smile on her face.
"Oh my Gods, were making breakfast?"
Buffy stopped hitting the smoke alarm in frustration to look at her best friend. Shrugging she hopped down from the temporary stool to hug her. "You know me Will, full of never-ending surprises-er, good ones hopefully. And the eggs turned out pretty good. It's just this damned thing that wont shut up. Arrg!" She glared at the, usually helpful, device with hatred. "So best pal in the entire world- all of them, feel like messing with metal?"
Laughing, Willow stood up on the foot rest and got to work. "Piece of cake, you just have to know what to use and where to use it…"
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About a quarter of an hour later lead us to the two girls sitting at the kitchen table eating breakfast. It had been pretty early when the smoke alarm had gone off so it was safe to call what they were eating breakfast and not lunch. Because brunch does not exist. People made that up to start arguments. It is strictly breakfast, or it is lunch. There is no in between. So there…
Willow took another bite of toast with scrambled eggs mixed with ketchup. "Man B, this is *really* good." She had taken up the hobby of calling the slayer that. Funny how Faith could leave such destruction behind but could start up great nicknames. Then again- now when Willow thinks back to it, Spike had always called her Red. Drusilla always used to call her Little Tree (and Red). And then there were the usual nicks like Will and Wills. But she couldn't quite remember the last time anyone called her Willow. Not that she was complaining. She liked those little names. They made her feel loved- if at least a little.
Looking up, she jumped a little. "What? I'm sorry, I sort of dosed out there for a second." She said quickly after noting the way the slayer had been looking at her expectantly.
Buffy pointed to the disabled smoke alarm on the counter. "I asked what we should do about that? I don't think your parents would be to appreciative that 'Bunny' came over and smashed up the smoke alarm- you know, that thing that saves lives and all."
Trying to hide a smile at the mention of her parents calling Buffy 'Bunny' all the time she replied, "Well, in fact, I was the one who took it down. And it's not like they're ever here to notice. The last time they were here, my dad went into the guest bedroom thinking it was the bathroom. They wouldn't notice if half the house was torn away by a monsoon." Willow stood up to clean the dishes. Buffy put her own plate and silverware into the sink on her way to the dirty pans. She came back to the sink and started washing the cooking items beside Willow. "Besides, they don't always call you Bunny. Sometimes they call you Fluffy. I remember once when they called you Huffy too…"
Author: LittleWillsRe
Rated: PG for now
Summery: Willow gets a surprise friend…
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my own ideas. Please don't sue and don't commit plagiarism…
Distribution: Ask and ye shall receive- I just want to know where it's going.
Feedback: Has anyone ever said they *don't* want feedback? Email me at capnnemo_and_rubberducky@yahoo.com. Thankies!
"Anya! Catch!" she shouted over the down pour of rain. Kind of funny when you thought about it. Earlier this afternoon it had been so hot that if you sat down you'd stick. That's the reason why they had gone out to patrol.
"Arrg, have you ever- mm- though abo- ah- thought about learning how to dance- arg- or play chess or get a collection of butterflies or something- eh?!" Buffy yelled between kicks and punches. Even though she acted annoyed, you knew that she was enjoying herself. Patrolling was always a good way to let out some steam.
Willow watched as Anya fought with one the- go figure- vampires with a smile on her face. Anya had a lot of stress to work out too. Willow would usually be up there fighting- because boy did she have steam to blow- but there were only two vamps and each was occupied with their own blonde.
She started to wonder if Anya was a natural blonde when she heard something behind her. No- she *felt* something behind her. She touched her hip lightly where she concealed an oh so popular stake. But, when she turned around, she saw nothing. Yet that feeling was still there.
Scrunching her forehead in confusion, she looked down. And there, nestled in a bush, was a teddy bear. "Huh. What do you know." She intended to leave it there. After all, some child might be looking for it and they'd most likely backtrack. Right? So why reduce their chances of finding it by taking it with her?
"Oooh! How cute! A teddy bear!" Buffy squealed from behind. Anya was inspecting the bear with mild interest. They had obviously beaten their opponents. "I don't remember him being here…"
"It looks new." Anya stated as she picked up the bear to get a closer look. On a sudden urge she sniffed it. "Smells new too. At least, new enough to get a good deal on him. I'd say… fifty bucks?"
Thinking of the youngster who supposedly lost it Willow spoke up, "No way! You can't just take it. What if someone is looking for it? Maybe some kid was walking by, saw the demon faces, got scared and ran away. And now he's frightened and teddy-less." Trying to make her point she pouted. Puppy dog eyes, bottom lip slightly stuck out, head tilted- the whole deal. It never failed.
"Arrrrrrrg, alright. But it's not staying out here. Why don't you take it home and ask around if anyone has lost a stuffed animal. Make sure that they give details so they don't steal it too." she finally gave in. "But if I find out that you sold it, your ass is mine." she said brightly- even a bit seriously.
Laughing, Willow replied, "Done." So that's how the teddy came into the living world. He might not be living but hey- who's to judge?
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Alrighty then! Guess it's just you and me tonight, buddy." Wills informed her furry companion. "You know, I used to have some fish but they were murdered. Guess by who. No really, go on and guess." She waited a while for the bear to say something but nothing. "Alright then I'll tell you. Angelus. You know him? Well be glad if you don't 'cause I don't even want to begin the things he'd do to a seemingly defenseless teddy like you. Oh yeah! You bet your two ears that he would loooooove to see what kind of stuffing is in you. Yup, the Big Bads Sire. You know who the Big Bad is right?" Noting that the bear, again, said nothing she threw her hands in the air. "Well don't you know anything? I obviously have a *lot* to teach you. But don't worry, we'll make it fun."
She sat back down in the couch and finished the video. The movie just happened to be 'Cast Away'. Tom Hanks trying fish on the island was what brought up the discussion of her used-to-be-swimming dead friends. When Willson floated away she began to cry. That part was always so sad. As she huggled her new friend and watched Hank cry out to the playing ball, she looked down.
"You know what? I have a feeling you'll be staying with me for a while so I better give you a name." thinking of the many names she could pick from she finally gave up and settled on a simple one. "I'll call you Mr. Teddy. Teddy for short. Mr. Ted to be shorter. And Ted if all hell breaks loose and there's nothing else I can call you." smiling at her new house-mate she laid back into the cushions and closed her eyes. By eleven o'clock she had gently drifted off to sleep, with Mr. Teddy snuggled right under her arm.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
The next morning Willow woke with a start. Flying out of the bed she faintly wondered how she had gotten there. Eventually she had made it down the stairs and over to the smoke alarm…..
"Hey there buddy! How do you turn this stupid thing off? I have better luck with shutting alternate universe portals then this damned thing."
….. to find Buffy standing on a foot rest from the living room. She was trying frantically to shut off the safety device with no such luck. It was then that Willow noticed the sweet smell of eggs. She turned back to her friend with an easy smile on her face.
"Oh my Gods, were making breakfast?"
Buffy stopped hitting the smoke alarm in frustration to look at her best friend. Shrugging she hopped down from the temporary stool to hug her. "You know me Will, full of never-ending surprises-er, good ones hopefully. And the eggs turned out pretty good. It's just this damned thing that wont shut up. Arrg!" She glared at the, usually helpful, device with hatred. "So best pal in the entire world- all of them, feel like messing with metal?"
Laughing, Willow stood up on the foot rest and got to work. "Piece of cake, you just have to know what to use and where to use it…"
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
About a quarter of an hour later lead us to the two girls sitting at the kitchen table eating breakfast. It had been pretty early when the smoke alarm had gone off so it was safe to call what they were eating breakfast and not lunch. Because brunch does not exist. People made that up to start arguments. It is strictly breakfast, or it is lunch. There is no in between. So there…
Willow took another bite of toast with scrambled eggs mixed with ketchup. "Man B, this is *really* good." She had taken up the hobby of calling the slayer that. Funny how Faith could leave such destruction behind but could start up great nicknames. Then again- now when Willow thinks back to it, Spike had always called her Red. Drusilla always used to call her Little Tree (and Red). And then there were the usual nicks like Will and Wills. But she couldn't quite remember the last time anyone called her Willow. Not that she was complaining. She liked those little names. They made her feel loved- if at least a little.
Looking up, she jumped a little. "What? I'm sorry, I sort of dosed out there for a second." She said quickly after noting the way the slayer had been looking at her expectantly.
Buffy pointed to the disabled smoke alarm on the counter. "I asked what we should do about that? I don't think your parents would be to appreciative that 'Bunny' came over and smashed up the smoke alarm- you know, that thing that saves lives and all."
Trying to hide a smile at the mention of her parents calling Buffy 'Bunny' all the time she replied, "Well, in fact, I was the one who took it down. And it's not like they're ever here to notice. The last time they were here, my dad went into the guest bedroom thinking it was the bathroom. They wouldn't notice if half the house was torn away by a monsoon." Willow stood up to clean the dishes. Buffy put her own plate and silverware into the sink on her way to the dirty pans. She came back to the sink and started washing the cooking items beside Willow. "Besides, they don't always call you Bunny. Sometimes they call you Fluffy. I remember once when they called you Huffy too…"