Setting: The Magic Box: Buffy, Willow, Xander, Tara, Anya, Dawn, Riley, Giles, Spike, Angel, Cordy, Wesley, Prue, Piper, Phe, Fawkes, Claire, Hobbes:
WC(os):There are entirely too many people in this fanfic. I need to get rid of characters I don't need and/or want at this point in time.
Everyone: AHHH!
WC(os): Ok lesse...
*Piper, Prue, Wesley, Cordy, Angel, Willow, Tara, and Dawn all dissapear*
WC(os): Beware to the rest of you.... you could be next...
Fawkes: *gasp*
WC(os): Don't worry honey, it will NOT be you... trust me...
Fawkes: What...
Buffy: That's our leader. She pops in every once in awhile.
[Ok, people re-count: Buffy, Xander, Anya, Riley, Giles, Spike, Phe, Fawkes, Claire, Hobbes. That works.]
Fawkes: Interesting...
Buffy: Oh, this is Riley. *points to Riley*
Fawkes: Riley, you need to come with us.
Riley: Um, why?
Claire: Our boss would like to speak with you.
Riley: Who's your boss?
Hobbes: The Official... ah, he's ok for a stiff bureaucrat government agent.
Riley: Government work, huh? God, they never leave me alone. Well I guess I'll go, seeing as I'll be leaving in the next episode anyway.
Fawkes: Cool.
Buffy: Wait. This is not how it works.
Fawkes: What do you mean?
Buffy: We're not just gunna hand him over to you. He needs backup in case you try something.
*The door to the shop opens. A girl, blonde haired and blue eyed (sorry thats how they made her) who looks about 18 or 19 comes in.*
Giles: Can I help you?
Girl: Blood.
Buffy: Vampire.
Girl: Yeah, problem with it?
Spike: Hey, there pretty lady...
Girl: Don't even start. I've been around 5,000 years and I know a newbie when I see one.
Giles: 5,000... years?
Girl: One of the first. I'm Sita.
Spike: I'm a 120, thank you.
Sita: That's nothing.
Spike: I guarantee a good time.
Sita: I do, too.
Spike: Meow.
Sita: So am I gunna just have to rip someone's throat out?
Giles: This is a magic store, not a vampire bar. Try Willy's down the street.
Riley: Take me. Well, feed. Don't kill me or anything. I'm your one stop bloody mary.
Sita: Cool. *bites Riley*
Spike: I like her.
Buffy: Just take her ans screw her and get it over with.
Spike: K. Come on Sita.
*Sita finishes on Riley and her and Spike leave*
Buffy: Riley, since when--
Riley: Long story. So come on people, lest go.
Buffy: You aren't going alone.
Riley: Buffy, you aren't my protecter. Since when do you care about me?
Buffy: Riley...{sappy} I always will care for you...
Riley: Fine. We better head off, then.
Setting: WC's Computer Room: 8:02pm on a Tuesday night:
WC: I WANNA BE IN THE STORY!
Some Magic Guy: Oh, GOD no.
WC: I AM! CUZ I AM THE GREAT WC!
Guy: But this is going to make the whole fanfic completley different!
WC: That's ok. It works.
Guy: Fine. Just go all wild. See where it leads.
WC: I can always disappear and magically make everyone think I was never there if I get stuck in a bind.
Guy: Ok, be careful for what you wish for....
WC: I wish I was in the story!
Guy: Ok. *poof*
Setting: Fish & Game Labs: Riley, Buffy, Fawkes, Claire, Hobbes:
*A shimmering light falls onto the floor. WC comes down, all shiny. The light leaves and WC stands there, just herself.*
WC: The worlds of fiction and reality are forever altered by my presence...
Fawkes: Oooh... A goddess....
[LOL! Sorry I have to make myself look good. Fiction's great, ne?]
Buffy: What was that supposed to mean?
WC: That I, your fanfic-er, am now part of the plot. It's out of my hands what happens.
Riley: You're playing with fire...
WC: Yeah, fun, huh? So let's get on with it. Oooh wait! *snaps. WC is now about 24/25.* There, I'm all legal and stuff. He-he! Now then, where were we?
Claire: We were taking Riley to The Official.
WC: Ah, lets go.
Setting: The Official's office:
Official: So how'd you find him so easily?
Fawkes: Buffy here led us to him. Did you know that there's VAMPIRES?
Official: Nothing surprises me these days.
WC: Bill Gates is really Martha Stewart is really Stallin is really Britney Spears.
Official: OMG! Eberts, take note of that, cancel my date with Martha!
Eberts: Yes, sir.
Official: Now, where were we?
Eberts: *looks over his notes* You were... talking about how they found Riley, Sir.
Official: Yeah.
Riley: *soldier stance. salutes. does lil military half yelling voice* Sir! Why am I here, Sir!
Official: Well, this one's got discipline. You are here because we need more... help.
Fawkes: EXCUSE ME!!! *ahem* I mean, don't you think we have ENOUGH help?
Riley: I don't mean to step on any toes.
Official: You won't be. Fawkes you're--
Fawkes: *gulp* fired?
Official: No. No, no, no. Going to work with Riley.
Fawkes: Oh. No! I work alone.
Hobbes: No, you don't.
Fawkes: Ok I just don't need anymore help.
Official: Ok then--
Riley: Hey I'll just tag along and lend a hand where I'm needed. I'll stay in the background. I'm good at taking orders.
Fawkes: Errr--
Official: Do you want counteragent or not?
Fawkes: Fine.
Setting: Fawkes' apartment: WC & Fawkes:
WC: So... is there a hotel near here?
Fawkes: No need. You can stay here.
*WC looks around at the sparse apartment*
WC: I'll crash on the couch.
Fawkes: Nah, I will.
WC: I wouldn't want to take your bed...
Fawkes: If you are really worried we could share it...
WC: *_* Hehe...
Setting: Fawkes':
*WC wakes up in Fawkes' arms*
WC: AHHHH!
*He wakes up*
Fawkes: What?
WC: *breathe in breathe out* WTF!?!?
Fawkes: Ok. Your name is WC. The president is... ok so we don't have one yet. It's the year 2000...
WC: We're... you're.... did we...
Fawkes: Nope.
WC: *relieved* No offense.
Fawkes: It's ok.
*WC looks at Fawkes' hair and cracks up*
Fawkes: *smiles* What?
WC: Your hair.
Fawkes: Bed hair, huh?
WC: Yeah, well, me too.
*they sit in silence for a sec, then*
WC & Fawkes: COFFEE! *They jump up and run to the coffee machine*
WC(os):There are entirely too many people in this fanfic. I need to get rid of characters I don't need and/or want at this point in time.
Everyone: AHHH!
WC(os): Ok lesse...
*Piper, Prue, Wesley, Cordy, Angel, Willow, Tara, and Dawn all dissapear*
WC(os): Beware to the rest of you.... you could be next...
Fawkes: *gasp*
WC(os): Don't worry honey, it will NOT be you... trust me...
Fawkes: What...
Buffy: That's our leader. She pops in every once in awhile.
[Ok, people re-count: Buffy, Xander, Anya, Riley, Giles, Spike, Phe, Fawkes, Claire, Hobbes. That works.]
Fawkes: Interesting...
Buffy: Oh, this is Riley. *points to Riley*
Fawkes: Riley, you need to come with us.
Riley: Um, why?
Claire: Our boss would like to speak with you.
Riley: Who's your boss?
Hobbes: The Official... ah, he's ok for a stiff bureaucrat government agent.
Riley: Government work, huh? God, they never leave me alone. Well I guess I'll go, seeing as I'll be leaving in the next episode anyway.
Fawkes: Cool.
Buffy: Wait. This is not how it works.
Fawkes: What do you mean?
Buffy: We're not just gunna hand him over to you. He needs backup in case you try something.
*The door to the shop opens. A girl, blonde haired and blue eyed (sorry thats how they made her) who looks about 18 or 19 comes in.*
Giles: Can I help you?
Girl: Blood.
Buffy: Vampire.
Girl: Yeah, problem with it?
Spike: Hey, there pretty lady...
Girl: Don't even start. I've been around 5,000 years and I know a newbie when I see one.
Giles: 5,000... years?
Girl: One of the first. I'm Sita.
Spike: I'm a 120, thank you.
Sita: That's nothing.
Spike: I guarantee a good time.
Sita: I do, too.
Spike: Meow.
Sita: So am I gunna just have to rip someone's throat out?
Giles: This is a magic store, not a vampire bar. Try Willy's down the street.
Riley: Take me. Well, feed. Don't kill me or anything. I'm your one stop bloody mary.
Sita: Cool. *bites Riley*
Spike: I like her.
Buffy: Just take her ans screw her and get it over with.
Spike: K. Come on Sita.
*Sita finishes on Riley and her and Spike leave*
Buffy: Riley, since when--
Riley: Long story. So come on people, lest go.
Buffy: You aren't going alone.
Riley: Buffy, you aren't my protecter. Since when do you care about me?
Buffy: Riley...{sappy} I always will care for you...
Riley: Fine. We better head off, then.
Setting: WC's Computer Room: 8:02pm on a Tuesday night:
WC: I WANNA BE IN THE STORY!
Some Magic Guy: Oh, GOD no.
WC: I AM! CUZ I AM THE GREAT WC!
Guy: But this is going to make the whole fanfic completley different!
WC: That's ok. It works.
Guy: Fine. Just go all wild. See where it leads.
WC: I can always disappear and magically make everyone think I was never there if I get stuck in a bind.
Guy: Ok, be careful for what you wish for....
WC: I wish I was in the story!
Guy: Ok. *poof*
Setting: Fish & Game Labs: Riley, Buffy, Fawkes, Claire, Hobbes:
*A shimmering light falls onto the floor. WC comes down, all shiny. The light leaves and WC stands there, just herself.*
WC: The worlds of fiction and reality are forever altered by my presence...
Fawkes: Oooh... A goddess....
[LOL! Sorry I have to make myself look good. Fiction's great, ne?]
Buffy: What was that supposed to mean?
WC: That I, your fanfic-er, am now part of the plot. It's out of my hands what happens.
Riley: You're playing with fire...
WC: Yeah, fun, huh? So let's get on with it. Oooh wait! *snaps. WC is now about 24/25.* There, I'm all legal and stuff. He-he! Now then, where were we?
Claire: We were taking Riley to The Official.
WC: Ah, lets go.
Setting: The Official's office:
Official: So how'd you find him so easily?
Fawkes: Buffy here led us to him. Did you know that there's VAMPIRES?
Official: Nothing surprises me these days.
WC: Bill Gates is really Martha Stewart is really Stallin is really Britney Spears.
Official: OMG! Eberts, take note of that, cancel my date with Martha!
Eberts: Yes, sir.
Official: Now, where were we?
Eberts: *looks over his notes* You were... talking about how they found Riley, Sir.
Official: Yeah.
Riley: *soldier stance. salutes. does lil military half yelling voice* Sir! Why am I here, Sir!
Official: Well, this one's got discipline. You are here because we need more... help.
Fawkes: EXCUSE ME!!! *ahem* I mean, don't you think we have ENOUGH help?
Riley: I don't mean to step on any toes.
Official: You won't be. Fawkes you're--
Fawkes: *gulp* fired?
Official: No. No, no, no. Going to work with Riley.
Fawkes: Oh. No! I work alone.
Hobbes: No, you don't.
Fawkes: Ok I just don't need anymore help.
Official: Ok then--
Riley: Hey I'll just tag along and lend a hand where I'm needed. I'll stay in the background. I'm good at taking orders.
Fawkes: Errr--
Official: Do you want counteragent or not?
Fawkes: Fine.
Setting: Fawkes' apartment: WC & Fawkes:
WC: So... is there a hotel near here?
Fawkes: No need. You can stay here.
*WC looks around at the sparse apartment*
WC: I'll crash on the couch.
Fawkes: Nah, I will.
WC: I wouldn't want to take your bed...
Fawkes: If you are really worried we could share it...
WC: *_* Hehe...
Setting: Fawkes':
*WC wakes up in Fawkes' arms*
WC: AHHHH!
*He wakes up*
Fawkes: What?
WC: *breathe in breathe out* WTF!?!?
Fawkes: Ok. Your name is WC. The president is... ok so we don't have one yet. It's the year 2000...
WC: We're... you're.... did we...
Fawkes: Nope.
WC: *relieved* No offense.
Fawkes: It's ok.
*WC looks at Fawkes' hair and cracks up*
Fawkes: *smiles* What?
WC: Your hair.
Fawkes: Bed hair, huh?
WC: Yeah, well, me too.
*they sit in silence for a sec, then*
WC & Fawkes: COFFEE! *They jump up and run to the coffee machine*