dial down the center
Author's Note: Yay! ANOTHER BtVS fic having to do with the wonder of the telephone! (See: "Ring, Ring") Please ENJOY and REVIEW!!
Disclaimers:
1. I do not own "Buffy", for if I did, there would be many, many, more interesting changes in the show...
2. I do not own the "Dial down the center" slogan. DO NOT SUE!
3. I do not own any connections to the invention of the telephone. That was made by Alexander [something] Bell, if you don't know your history, because I sure don't!
Story dedicated to: The two numbskull friends who made me come up with this idea. You know who you are, and I'd like to point out that this is your fault.
NOW, ON WITH THE STORY!!
Friday, 7:00pm; Summers' Residence, Sunnydale, USA, Alternate Universe 679
"Dawn!!" Buffy sputtered, her voice rising forcefully up the stairs. "Get the phone!!"
"Briiiinnnggg! Briiiinnnggg!" The demonic instrument cried once more.
"Dawn!!" Buffy's voice rang through the household once more.
No reply - not from Willow, Dawn, or anyone - came.
Crossly, the girl stomped over to the wretched little device. Before taking hold of the receiver, she vowed to avenge the current happenings of household mutiny.
"Hello?" Buffy Summers mumbled into the phone.
A soft, curious buzzing came into her ear before a voice began to speak.
"Um... I'm sorry..." the voice wavered timidly. "Who's this? A friend of mine and I were sort of...phone...buttons... Accident...I swear..." a gulp was heard, "and--"
"Uh, this is Buffy..." She paused a moment, recalling the rules of phone courtesy. "Buffy Summers. Have you got the wrong number?"
"What...? I missed that..."
"This is the Summers residence. You have the wrong number, maybe?"
The voice on the other end of the line was silent for a moment. Two moments. Three. Shuffling and muttering was heard in the background.
Buffy focused her ear to perceive the repeated sounds of, "what the hell do you mean" and "bull!" Two people were arguing...maybe contemplating something. The sound of shuffling continued, and it became evident that the receiver on the other end had changed hands.
"Uh..." another voice came onto the line. "Is this REALLY Buffy Summers?"
"Yes... It is. Are you looking for me?" The Slayer's voice turned dark. "What do you want?"
"Um...um..." the second female stammered. "Corinne!! Take it!!" The girl squealed, obviously shoving the phone back to Voice Number One.
"What do I do?!" Voice One yelled in the background.
"I dunno!!" Voice Two cried out. "Do something!! Say something!!"
"Oh, you're A LOT of help, Lauren..."
"Just TALK!!"
"Okay, okay..." Voice One came back on the receiver. "Um... Buffy Summers?"
"Who is this?" The Slayer was becoming slightly perturbed.
"Uh, er..." Voice One yelled out the next idea that popped into her head. "WE'RE YOUR GUARDIAN ANGELS!!"
Buffy stood still for a moment. "...Huh?"
Voice Two was heard again. "That's the best you can come up with?? Shut Up!!"
"You shut up!!" Voice One spoke again to the slightly confused Slayer. "Um... Um..." another idea came rolling out of Voice One's head. "WE THINK YOU SHOULD GET BACK TOGETHER WITH SPIKE!!"
"No!" Voice Two shouted into the receiver, too. "That's WRONG!! GET BACK WITH HIM LATER ON!!"
"How did... What... WHO ARE YOU TWO??!" Buffy let loose a blast of fury.
"HANG UP!! HANG UP!!" Voice Two shouted to Voice One.
"OKAY!! OKAY!!" Voice One hollered back. "UM...UM...NICE TALKINGTOYOU!THANKS!!ITHINKWEHADTHEWRONGNUMBERAFTERALL! GOODBYE!"
And with that, the phone clicked in Buffy's ear.
the end.
Author's Note: Yay! ANOTHER BtVS fic having to do with the wonder of the telephone! (See: "Ring, Ring") Please ENJOY and REVIEW!!
Disclaimers:
1. I do not own "Buffy", for if I did, there would be many, many, more interesting changes in the show...
2. I do not own the "Dial down the center" slogan. DO NOT SUE!
3. I do not own any connections to the invention of the telephone. That was made by Alexander [something] Bell, if you don't know your history, because I sure don't!
Story dedicated to: The two numbskull friends who made me come up with this idea. You know who you are, and I'd like to point out that this is your fault.
NOW, ON WITH THE STORY!!
Friday, 7:00pm; Summers' Residence, Sunnydale, USA, Alternate Universe 679
"Dawn!!" Buffy sputtered, her voice rising forcefully up the stairs. "Get the phone!!"
"Briiiinnnggg! Briiiinnnggg!" The demonic instrument cried once more.
"Dawn!!" Buffy's voice rang through the household once more.
No reply - not from Willow, Dawn, or anyone - came.
Crossly, the girl stomped over to the wretched little device. Before taking hold of the receiver, she vowed to avenge the current happenings of household mutiny.
"Hello?" Buffy Summers mumbled into the phone.
A soft, curious buzzing came into her ear before a voice began to speak.
"Um... I'm sorry..." the voice wavered timidly. "Who's this? A friend of mine and I were sort of...phone...buttons... Accident...I swear..." a gulp was heard, "and--"
"Uh, this is Buffy..." She paused a moment, recalling the rules of phone courtesy. "Buffy Summers. Have you got the wrong number?"
"What...? I missed that..."
"This is the Summers residence. You have the wrong number, maybe?"
The voice on the other end of the line was silent for a moment. Two moments. Three. Shuffling and muttering was heard in the background.
Buffy focused her ear to perceive the repeated sounds of, "what the hell do you mean" and "bull!" Two people were arguing...maybe contemplating something. The sound of shuffling continued, and it became evident that the receiver on the other end had changed hands.
"Uh..." another voice came onto the line. "Is this REALLY Buffy Summers?"
"Yes... It is. Are you looking for me?" The Slayer's voice turned dark. "What do you want?"
"Um...um..." the second female stammered. "Corinne!! Take it!!" The girl squealed, obviously shoving the phone back to Voice Number One.
"What do I do?!" Voice One yelled in the background.
"I dunno!!" Voice Two cried out. "Do something!! Say something!!"
"Oh, you're A LOT of help, Lauren..."
"Just TALK!!"
"Okay, okay..." Voice One came back on the receiver. "Um... Buffy Summers?"
"Who is this?" The Slayer was becoming slightly perturbed.
"Uh, er..." Voice One yelled out the next idea that popped into her head. "WE'RE YOUR GUARDIAN ANGELS!!"
Buffy stood still for a moment. "...Huh?"
Voice Two was heard again. "That's the best you can come up with?? Shut Up!!"
"You shut up!!" Voice One spoke again to the slightly confused Slayer. "Um... Um..." another idea came rolling out of Voice One's head. "WE THINK YOU SHOULD GET BACK TOGETHER WITH SPIKE!!"
"No!" Voice Two shouted into the receiver, too. "That's WRONG!! GET BACK WITH HIM LATER ON!!"
"How did... What... WHO ARE YOU TWO??!" Buffy let loose a blast of fury.
"HANG UP!! HANG UP!!" Voice Two shouted to Voice One.
"OKAY!! OKAY!!" Voice One hollered back. "UM...UM...NICE TALKINGTOYOU!THANKS!!ITHINKWEHADTHEWRONGNUMBERAFTERALL! GOODBYE!"
And with that, the phone clicked in Buffy's ear.
the end.