Title: Again?
Author: Spiffy Da WonderSheep
Disclaimer: Spoilers up to The Gift. Joss owns it, I just warp it to my own means for fun and no profit. I've read so many angsty-post-Gift fics, you people have infected me. I hate you all! Okay, maybe I don't really, but look at what you made me write!!! *runs away crying *. It's going to be irreverent and some other word that also means irreverent, so if you don't approve, well, better look somewhere else then.
PROLOGUE
"Again?" Power asked angrily.
"Yes, again," Power replied.
"Again what?" Power asked, walking in on the other two.
"Power over there wants to send the Slayer back," Power accused, pointing its finger.
"Why are you having such a problem with that, Power?" Power asked.
"It's been done!"
"So has seers, but I seem to remember a requisition for a new one coming from a certain Power recently."
"How else are we supposed to communicate with that annoying vampire? His previous seer goes off and gets noble, I mean-Besides, we're not talking about myself, we're talking about sending that Slayer back. We're getting so--- clichéd!"
"Oh, and virgin birth wasn't clichéd?" Power said airily, buffing its nails on its chest.
"Hey, I wasn't paying attention to India, okay? That wasn't my gig!"
"Power, Power, stop fighting," Power said placating.
"Minor deity," Power muttered under its breath.
"What did you call me?" Power asked, outraged.
"Listen, you guys," Power said, physically placing itself between Power and Power. "Can't we all just get along?"
They both looked at it oddly and answered, "NO!"
"Fine then, let's agree to disagree and see how the mortals handle it. They've surprised us before, they might surprise us again." Power looked at the two of them pointedly. "Agree?"
"I agree," said Power grudgingly. "So do I," said Power, not to be outdone.
"Fine. Now, don't you two have something else you're supposed to be doing?"
The Powers That Be dispersed to various parts of their domain, to meddle in mortal affairs and make sure the universe ran smoothly.
Author: Spiffy Da WonderSheep
Disclaimer: Spoilers up to The Gift. Joss owns it, I just warp it to my own means for fun and no profit. I've read so many angsty-post-Gift fics, you people have infected me. I hate you all! Okay, maybe I don't really, but look at what you made me write!!! *runs away crying *. It's going to be irreverent and some other word that also means irreverent, so if you don't approve, well, better look somewhere else then.
PROLOGUE
"Again?" Power asked angrily.
"Yes, again," Power replied.
"Again what?" Power asked, walking in on the other two.
"Power over there wants to send the Slayer back," Power accused, pointing its finger.
"Why are you having such a problem with that, Power?" Power asked.
"It's been done!"
"So has seers, but I seem to remember a requisition for a new one coming from a certain Power recently."
"How else are we supposed to communicate with that annoying vampire? His previous seer goes off and gets noble, I mean-Besides, we're not talking about myself, we're talking about sending that Slayer back. We're getting so--- clichéd!"
"Oh, and virgin birth wasn't clichéd?" Power said airily, buffing its nails on its chest.
"Hey, I wasn't paying attention to India, okay? That wasn't my gig!"
"Power, Power, stop fighting," Power said placating.
"Minor deity," Power muttered under its breath.
"What did you call me?" Power asked, outraged.
"Listen, you guys," Power said, physically placing itself between Power and Power. "Can't we all just get along?"
They both looked at it oddly and answered, "NO!"
"Fine then, let's agree to disagree and see how the mortals handle it. They've surprised us before, they might surprise us again." Power looked at the two of them pointedly. "Agree?"
"I agree," said Power grudgingly. "So do I," said Power, not to be outdone.
"Fine. Now, don't you two have something else you're supposed to be doing?"
The Powers That Be dispersed to various parts of their domain, to meddle in mortal affairs and make sure the universe ran smoothly.