Setting: Labs: Buffy, Riley, Claire:

Riley: You guys aren't gunna run a lab test on me, are you?
Claire: Do we have reason to?
Riley: NO! Do it to Buffy! She's.... uh...
Buffy: NO! I don't want lab tests done on me!!!!
Claire: *laughs* Ok.
*WC and Fawkes enter, WC is hyped up on coffee*
WC: Good morning people hi how are you thats great I'm happy Darien gave me
coffee it was nummy wasn't it, Fawkes?
Fawkes: Aw, crap. Maybe I shouldn't have done that.
WC: He was hyper too and started rapp--
Fawkes: *ahem*
WC: HEHE!
Claire: WC, just calm down and sit right here for me, k?
WC: K!
*WC sits in the lab chair. Claire injects her with something*
WC: WTH?
Claire: Caffiene counteragent.
*WC calms down*
Claire: There we go...
WC: Can we go fight crime now?
Hobbes: Yeah, some cubans are smuggling in some lizards or something.
WC: NEAT!

Setting: WC and Fawkes are running from some people with guns in a parking

lot:

Fawkes: Behind here!
*They run behind a car. Fawkes shoots back at the other people, shoots again, and ducks.*
WC: This is great!
Fawkes: It would be a lot greater if we could cuff them.
WC: Well... we could...oh! You quicksilver and run over there and like dis-arm them then turn thier guns on them and me and Hobbes can slap the
cuffs on them!
Fawkes: Aight.
*Fawkes quicksilvers. He runs out to the two peoples and kicks the guns out of thier hands. He takes them and points them at them (confusing, ne?).*
Fawkes: Mess with the best...
WC: Rot in a cell like the rest!
Hobbes: That was pretty good.
*Hobbes and WC cuff the dudes.*

Setting: Lab:

*Claire is attending to WC and Fawkes' cuts and scrapes*
WC: OWWWW!!!
Fawkes: OW!
Claire: It's just gunna sting for a second, you big babies.
WC: I'm not a baby...
Fawkes: Hey, Bay-bay!
WC: Uh!
*Riley and Buffy are off to themselves*
Riley: Everything's so crazy lately...
Buffy: When is it not?
Riley: True. But...
Buffy: I know what you mean.
Riley: Buffy, I--
Buffy: I know.
Riley: You just know everything, huh?
Buffy: I know that we care for each other and that's never gunna change.
Riley: Precisely.
Buffy: I didn't want you to go by yourself because.. I didn't want to see you go. I didn't want another guy leaving me.
Riley: We'll you will just have to get over it.
Buffy: HUH!?!
Riley: Well, you see... *zzt zzt*
*Smoke starts to come out of Riley's ears.*
Buffy: OMFG!
Riley: I'm a ro-ro-- *zzt*
*Riley shorts out and falls to the ground.*
Buffy: OMG YOU ARE A ROBOT! OMG I *BEEPED* A ROBOT! OMFG!
Spike(os): Some people like that sorta thing.
WC: Can someone take that thing outta here?
*Eberts comes in and drags the body out. WC jumps into Fawkes's arms.*
Fawkes: Um.
WC: Take me away!
Fawkes: Um. OK.
WC: Now kiss me, damn it!
Fawkes: You're the boss.
*Fawkes kisses WC. WC giggles.*

Setting: Roswell: Crashdown: The Gang:

WC(os): Ok, Alex is ded...
*Alex disappears*
WC(os): And the aliens are eventually gunna go home I guess...
*The aliens disappear*
Liz: WTF!??!
WC(os): Hmm.... what else... I know there was SOMETHING else...
Maria: Oh... my... god.
WC(os): OH YEAH! The show is CANCELED!
*WC snappies and the screen goes blank. Aww, they all went to Cancledland. Sniffle, sniffle.*

Setting: Lab:

WC: There. Wait, Buffy's on UPN now. What are we gunna do?
Fawkes: I'm on the Sci-fi Channel. And ABC.
WC: Tru, tru. Screw it all to hell this is my world I can do WHATEVER I WANT! MUAHHAHHAHHAHHAHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
Fawkes: I thought you said it was outta your hands.
WC: I lied.
Dairen: *shrugs* Ok.

[Ok it's WC again... this thing hasn't been added to since FOREVER I mean it's 2001 now... May 17, 2001!!! YAY! So I am going to now screw everything up and make a list of who is currently in the WC-TV-Ficverse: WC, Buffy, Spike, Angel, Wesley, Gunn, Cordy, Host, Fawkes, Hobbes, Claire, Eberts, Official. Goodies. And now I'm gunna make people go places. Hmmm... But I want the Labs and NOW "Heath & Human Services" Department feel, but also room for demon-age. Ok everyone's in San Deigo. Heh. Damn, I just guess hat California is dripping with evil, evil creatures.]

Setting: The newly opened, much larger Health & Human Services Department:

The new Lounge, complete with a stage, karaoke machine (Lorne ^_^), and TVs on which the Official can speak to everyone:

*The TVs come on.*
Official: We have another-- damn there's a lotta people here.
*The screen goes fuzzy. Flash to the Offical's office.*
Official: Eberts, fix the camera I'm fuzzy.
*Flash to Lounge. Hobbes and Fawkes talk while the Official is distracted.*
Hobbes: I guess they are right about the camera adding 10 pounds.
*Fawkes laughs and they high-five.*
Fawkes: Yeah Fat Man looks like a--
Official: Fawkes.
Fawkes: *ahem* Yes?
Official: More work.
Fawkes: *fake smile and enthusiasm* Greeeatt! *thumbs up* Can't wait! Don't tell me someone's been ripping off the sperm bank again cuz that was...
Cordy: Ew.
Fawkes: My sentiments exactly.
Official: Oh, well, I'm sure you will enjoy this one just as much.
Hobbes: Oh great.
Official: There is a problem at one of the local food chains.
Angel: Oh, don't tell me it's Burger King! I love Burger King!
Official: Nope, it's Wendy's.
Lorne: Damn!
Official: *ahem* There is a secret orginization whose base is located there. They are responsible for...
Fawkes: For....?
Official: We don't know yet, but it must be very very very bad.
Hobbes: That helps.
Official: Well, you must find out, and stop it.
*Lorne looks kinda guilty but turns to hide his face.*
Wesley: Does this involve any demons?
Official: Excuse me?
Wesley: I'm good with demons.
Official: *laughs* There's no such thing as a--
*The Angel vamps and he and Lorne stand in front of the camera. The Offical shrieks like a little girl.*
Official: *regains composure* Ok, maybe there is.
Angel: Perhaps you should look up any kind of demon that has a fondness for overpriced-undercooked grease products.
Wesley: I'll be right on it. I'll be in my office.
*Wesley goes back into his *new* office. Hobbes and Fawkes look at each other.*
Fawkes: Does everyone but me and Hobbes get a office?
Everyone but Fawkes and Hobbes: Yes.
Hobbes: That is not nice, my friend.
Fawkes: That's low. I mean I'm like, the brains of the out-- ok maybe not. But I AM the outfit.
WC: I like your outfit. *giggle*
*Fawkes smiles. Spike doesn't. WC tuggs at Fawkes' arm.*
WC: Come on, lest go.
Hobbes: I'm in.
Gunn: I'll come. There's nothing for me to do here, and if I go maybe I can hit someone.
Spike: Aw, I wanna hit someone. But they're probably human.
Buffy: Spike, you can stay here and if we find some demons you can hit one, ok?
*Spike looks at Buffy, surprised.*
Buffy: What?
Lorne: {lil nervous} Well, while you guys are out, I'm going to sing a lil.. song to entertain the others... I'll just... go..
*Lorne goes to the stage and trips over the cord to the mic. He regains his equillibrium (damn thats hard to spell) and pushes "play" on the karaoke machine. WC and the others wave goodbye as they leave.*

Setting: Hobbesmobile: WC and Fawkes and Hobbes and Gunn:

*Fawkes puts on some suglasses and a voiceover comes on.*
Fawkes(vo): A wise man named Robert Lowell once said, "If we see the light at the end of the tunnel, It's the light of the oncoming train." I figured this was my train.
WC: Um, Darien?
Fawkes: Huh?
WC: What was that all about?
Fawkes: What?
WC: The train thing?
Fawkes: Oh. Sometimes I like to throw out quotes that kinda sorta have something to do with the plot.
WC: Oh.
Hobbes: You get used to it after a while.
Gunn: That's kinda cool. I need something like that. A trademark.
Hobbes: Do you rap?
Gunn: {offended but hiding it} Noooo.
Hobbes: *shrug* I dunno then. Me, I have that air of cooool as my trademark.
*Darien busts out laughing.*
Fawkes: Yeah, Hobbes you are one cool son of a monkey.
Hobbes: Um.
*They pull into the Wendy's parking lot.*
Hobbes: Anyways, we're here.
WC: Yay! I'm thirsty I wanna rootbeer.