Title: Juice Boxes, If You Please
Author: Jmaria aka Jill
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Nope, not mine.
Spoilers: None for Harry, S7 for Buffy
Summary: One snooty slayer after another
A/N: Perfect timing, Jinni! Continuation / sequel of 'Bleed Into The Mist'
Juice Boxes, If You Please
Andrew Wells was tapping his fingers on the table, waiting for the new slayer of the vampyre to appear. Ms. Parkinson was a bit tardy, but he could cope. He was a watcher. Trusted by Mr. Giles to handle the witch slash slayer of the vampyre. He pulled out his little notebook and began jotting down some ideas.
1. Greet Ms. Parkinson while looking down and hmphing at her
2. Remind her that this is her sacred duty, once again. (Think as if you were running the U.S.S. Enterprise)
3. Try really, really hard not to think she's cute. No watcher slash slayer relationships, Andrew.
4. Practice smoking your pipe.
The blond man nodded as the door was opened. He fumbled with the notebook before shoving it in his pocket.
The Parkinsons' had allowed him to stay the evening in their home, so Pansy could gather her things and prepare to move in her new slayer sanctioned home. He smiled at the angry looking girl as her sour-faced parents followed closely behind her.
"Mr. and Mrs. Parkinson, Pansy doesn't need to bring all of her possessions." He said, his eyes going wide at the sight of all of the possessions she had.
"Yes, I do."
"Why is that?"
"I've been kicked out, you stupid muggle." She sneered.
"Oh."
* * *
Andrew sat across from her in the main room of the slayers home. She'd been so quiet since they left. It wasn't right that she should be so upset. That wouldn't do her any good. She had a sacred Mission.
"You know, when I found out I was destined to be a watcher of the slayer of the vampyre, I felt a little upset too."
"Of course you didn't."
"What?"
"You told me about how you were ecstatic that that man decided you'd do." She rolled her eyes.
"Oh." He was quiet. "Well, when I found out I had a sacred mission, much like you, I felt much joy in the situation."
"Yes, well I suspect you had very little to find joy in, your poor miserable muggle life." She crossed her arms and sat stiffly in her seat.
"Life imprisonment for killing my best friend. . .yes, I have tasted the dark side."
She whipped her head around. Her eyes were wide.
"They placed me with a homicidal maniac?" She screeched.
He picked up a juice box and smiled happily at her. He took a big sip from the plastic straw.
"Yes, you're nutters alright." She said wearily.
*** End ***