My Season 5

Author's Note: I still find the plot incredibly unbelievable but this is a definite cure for summer boredom.  This chapter is probably going to end up shorter then the first. Oh and if you haven't realised it I write the note before I write the chapter. But I'll tell you in advance, I think in around 2-3 chapters it may get a little "Reign of Fire"y, (that is the episode with Connor and Cordy right? I don't even know the titles…). I have been sitting on some of these ideas since Home and Chosen. Others like Michelle I've had since May and beyond. Oh and Ms. Livingston goes by Rebecca now…sadly enough I couldn't think of any better names…

And so it begins…

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Part 2: When You're Dealing With The Kids…

[inside the Hyperion, we see Rebecca sitting on the counter, with her laptop on her lap, with a stereo sitting besides her blasting Maladroit]

REBECCA: [singing] Cheese smells so good on a burnt piece of lamb…

[Wesley walks in]

REBECCA: [still singing, not noticing Wes] Fag of the year who could beat up your maaaan

WESLEY: [clears throat] Becca?

REBECCA: [startled] Oh, Wesley [turns off CD], You're early, I wasn't really expecting you yet.

WESLEY: So this is what they teach at the academy now? Computers, bad singing, and incredibly odd songs?

REBECCA: [laughs] I wish really, no I was just checking some things, and well [sheepishly] singing along to the CD, to make it more interesting.

WESLEY: Well it does beat karaoke.

REBECCA: [in a serious tone] NOTHING BEATS KARAOKE! [laughs] just kidding, Karaoke's still cool though

WESLEY: [quick to change the subject] So when is the big yellow bus getting here?

REBECCA: well, I called Willow on my cell, and she said they should get here at quarter after, depending on rush hour traffic, bathroom stops and Giles getting lost.

WESLEY: [surprised] You have a cell phone, and a laptop? I find it hard to believe that watcher's are now supposed to be knowledgeable in that area.

REBECCA: God no, as my father would say [mocking her father] Technology is evil…Never play around with it Rebecca, Here's 100 dollars go out and buy a rare book on demons. Remember Watcher's should always rely on the books… [laughs] needless to say I saved up and bought the laptop after that speech, it comes in handy too.

WESLEY: How old are you really? My first impression yesterday was that of a 25 year old, now you seem to be 15.

REBECCA: [laughs] Had some Fruit Loops and Coffee. Instant sugar rush, oh and by the way, you're close, I'm 24…

WESLEY: You are quite---

[Wesley gets cut off by the Slayer, Scoobies and the Slayers in Training]

XANDER: The gangs all here, ready to laugh in the face of evil…If anyone wants me, I'll be hiding over there until it goes away. I don't want to lose another eye you know… Girls, go and take your seats, the pirate has spoken

GILES: [sighs] Xander, if you could please stop referring to yourself as a pirate, it would be quite nice. It is getting rather old.

BUFFY: Ah, Come on Giles, we know you like it. You just pretend to hate it so you can maintain your British superiority complex.

WILLOW: Yeah…and anyways didn't you go by Ripper in your youth? That's just as bad.

GILES: Well, that was rather different…

[Rebecca sets off a noise from her laptop, and everyone looks at her]

REBECCA: I see everyone's here, you can all sit down around the exterior of this counter, there's a couch and a few chairs, and a nice floor. Make yourselves at home, please.

[They all go to sit down. But a young brunette, with big black-rimmed glasses takes her time slowly looking around taking in everything before she finally sits down.]

GIRL: [In a British accent] Cool…   It's all…wow!

ANDREW: Indeed, Meechy, it is isn't it? It's very Avengers meets Star Wars!

GIRL: [Gives the nerd a blank look] pardon?

RONA: Nah, It's a little beat up…Star Wars and the who now? I've seen that movie, nothing looks like this.

ANDREW: No, it's the whole atmosphere…very…

CANADIAN GIRL: Yeah eh, I've seen worse though. Back in Montréal, there was a lot worse.

DAWN: That sentence made no sense Marie… Work on your English. Maybe listen to some 50 cent instead of Céline Dion. And Andrew no one cares about your comic book stuff.

REBECCA: [impatiently] Ahem… please be quiet or this will never work. Now to get down to business.

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So, is it any good? It's still unbelievable. I bet you thought Wes was some kind of child molester with the whole 15 year old girl thing in Part 1…I really didn't mean to do that, I only realised it when I re-read it later…Oops on me… and besides is there anything better than Fruit Loops? Really?

Oh and Reviews totally Rock my Strawberry shortcake toe socks right off to Albuquerque. 'Tis true.