TITLE: Poetry-paper.
AUTHOR: Rilja (golf_clap@yahoo.com) PAIRING: Xander/Spike RATING: PG-13 DISTRIBUTION: Archives are ok, just tell me were it went. Others please ask first. DISCLAIMER: Spike, Xander and all things Sunnydale belongs to Joss Whedon. FEEDBACK: Yes! Please tell me if I did good, or bad. SPOILERS: No. SUMMARY: How come there's never any toilet-paper when you need it? WARNING: Silliness ahead. Sorry.
Xander turned to get some toilet paper. //Empty again! Where did all the toilet paper go.// He knew for a fact that Spike didn't need to use the toilet, so where did it all disappear to? He gets up to take down a fresh roll from the cabinet. //What!? Where there'd been a newly purchased packet just yesterday stood now one lonely roll. //What the hell is happening.// Either his mind were playing tricks on him or there was a toilet paper steeling demon on the loose, which this being the Hellmouth was a real possibility. //But what would a demon want with all that toilet paper?// The images that that thought brought forth made him rethink everything he had ever known about demons, shudder and decide to denial ever having thought about it in the first place. But the question remained, where had all that toilet paper gone, and it wasn't the first time it had happened. Now that he thought about it, there had been a couple of rolls missing last week that he had rationalised away with him being tired from work. He couldn't recall if it had happened before that, but the more he thought about it, the more certain he got that there was indeed some sick demon steeling roll after roll of toilet paper to use in some evil twisted way. He had to tell Giles, maybe there was a prophesy where the use of extra soft multi layered sanitary articles would bring forth the apocalypse.
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". and the clearest night sky could not compete with thy eyes. For the hope that shines in those chestnut pools of knowledge are brighter than any stars on the vast expanse of heaven." //Damn, another roll empty.// Spike knew that he really should make Xander buy him a notebook, but once he had started writing on the toilet paper, he knew that the muses would take offence if he changed. //It wasn't as if Xander would ever notice.// With that thought Spike put the newly finished roll in his trunk and after some struggling with the lid, there were after all nearly fifty rolls in it, closed and locked it.
End.
AUTHOR: Rilja (golf_clap@yahoo.com) PAIRING: Xander/Spike RATING: PG-13 DISTRIBUTION: Archives are ok, just tell me were it went. Others please ask first. DISCLAIMER: Spike, Xander and all things Sunnydale belongs to Joss Whedon. FEEDBACK: Yes! Please tell me if I did good, or bad. SPOILERS: No. SUMMARY: How come there's never any toilet-paper when you need it? WARNING: Silliness ahead. Sorry.
Xander turned to get some toilet paper. //Empty again! Where did all the toilet paper go.// He knew for a fact that Spike didn't need to use the toilet, so where did it all disappear to? He gets up to take down a fresh roll from the cabinet. //What!? Where there'd been a newly purchased packet just yesterday stood now one lonely roll. //What the hell is happening.// Either his mind were playing tricks on him or there was a toilet paper steeling demon on the loose, which this being the Hellmouth was a real possibility. //But what would a demon want with all that toilet paper?// The images that that thought brought forth made him rethink everything he had ever known about demons, shudder and decide to denial ever having thought about it in the first place. But the question remained, where had all that toilet paper gone, and it wasn't the first time it had happened. Now that he thought about it, there had been a couple of rolls missing last week that he had rationalised away with him being tired from work. He couldn't recall if it had happened before that, but the more he thought about it, the more certain he got that there was indeed some sick demon steeling roll after roll of toilet paper to use in some evil twisted way. He had to tell Giles, maybe there was a prophesy where the use of extra soft multi layered sanitary articles would bring forth the apocalypse.
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". and the clearest night sky could not compete with thy eyes. For the hope that shines in those chestnut pools of knowledge are brighter than any stars on the vast expanse of heaven." //Damn, another roll empty.// Spike knew that he really should make Xander buy him a notebook, but once he had started writing on the toilet paper, he knew that the muses would take offence if he changed. //It wasn't as if Xander would ever notice.// With that thought Spike put the newly finished roll in his trunk and after some struggling with the lid, there were after all nearly fifty rolls in it, closed and locked it.
End.