Title: Iron Fisted 1/13
Author: Mike McD
Rating: R (for some naughty language)
Summary: The follow on from 'Silver Tongued'.
Distribution: Anywhere, just let me know.
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer nor do I own any other characters. This is a work of fiction written for fun and enjoyment.
Author's note: People have been asking for a 'Silver Tongued' follow on. I'm not a hundred percent sure where I'm going with this, so feedback is wicked important.
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"Any luck finding them?" Giles asked Angel as the souled vampire returned from his search for Buffy and the others. Together, Giles and Angel had broken Ethan's spell, returning all those under its curse to normal. Giles had immediately started researching what, if any, lasting effects the spell would have on Buffy and the others. Angel in turn had gone out in a fruitless search for the lost Scoobies.
Angel shook his head in frustration.
"Damn it Giles! What the hell have you been doing on the phone for the last hour?" ranted Cordelia as she stomped through his door.
Giles started to say something when he noticed that he hadn't properly replaced the handset on his phone, thus Cordelia's anger over the continuous busy signal.
"Is Buffy OK?" Angel asked her.
"Not if I get my way with that iron fisted little bitch." She spat surprising the two men with her anger.
"I take it that something happened during the possession then." Observed Giles.
"Boy, you could say that again." Cordelia flushed slightly at the memory before her anger returned. "Little Miss Slays Alot beat Xander right into intensive care. After they returned to normal, mind you."
Giles and Angel stood completely stunned at the news.
"Why?"
"If you wanna know then you can get your butts over to the hospital and ask your precious Buffy herself." Cordelia was looking forward to seeing Buffy squirm as she explained the night's events to them.
She wasn't disappointed.
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They found Buffy, still in her noblewoman's gown, in one of the waiting rooms. As soon as they entered the room she looked up and a mix of guilt, anger, and fear flashed across her face.
"What the devil is going on Buffy? Cordelia told us you nearly beat Xander to death!"
Buffy shot Cordelia a venomous glare that she returned with icy daggers of her own.
"Didn't Cordelia tell you what happened?"
"No I didn't. I thought they might wanna hear it direct from you."
"Bitch." Buffy muttered. Cordelia merely smiled sweetly.
"And proud of it."
"Buffy! Could we get back to the matter at hand?" her Watcher admonished. "Why on God's earth did you beat Xander?"
Buffy looked down at her feet and refused to talk. Giles took off his glasses and started polishing them in frustration. A thought occurred to Angel.
"Buffy. What was Xander's costume? Who did he dress up as?"
Buffy still kept her silence.
"Buffy, who did he dress up as?" Giles demanded, his patience worn thin with her reticence. Finally Buffy gave in.
"Casanova."
There was a few seconds of silence as the implications sunk in the minds of Giles and Angel.
"Uh... I... that is... you..." stammered Giles. Buffy lost her temper.
"Yes! Xander dressed up as Casanova and seduced me and Willow and Cordelia into having group sex."
Giles' glasses clattered to the floor as they slipped forgotten through nerveless fingers. Complete and utter shock was the only way that Cordelia could describe the look on Giles' face. His eyes nearly fell out of his head and rolled around on the ground next to his jaw that also took the express lift to the ground floor.
For his part, Angel looked like someone had just clubbed his favorite pet baby fur seal.
Cordelia struggled not to laugh out loud.
"Group sex? That's what you're calling it now? Group sex? Try orgy. Or a foursome fuck. Or the Great Scooby Gang Bang."
Buffy wheeled around furiously on the cheerleader.
"Fuck you Cordy!"
With the smile that only the Queen Bitch of Sunnydale High could deliver, Cordelia made an observation that made Buffy tear out of the hospital at a million miles an hour.
"You all ready did. Twice."
Author: Mike McD
Rating: R (for some naughty language)
Summary: The follow on from 'Silver Tongued'.
Distribution: Anywhere, just let me know.
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer nor do I own any other characters. This is a work of fiction written for fun and enjoyment.
Author's note: People have been asking for a 'Silver Tongued' follow on. I'm not a hundred percent sure where I'm going with this, so feedback is wicked important.
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"Any luck finding them?" Giles asked Angel as the souled vampire returned from his search for Buffy and the others. Together, Giles and Angel had broken Ethan's spell, returning all those under its curse to normal. Giles had immediately started researching what, if any, lasting effects the spell would have on Buffy and the others. Angel in turn had gone out in a fruitless search for the lost Scoobies.
Angel shook his head in frustration.
"Damn it Giles! What the hell have you been doing on the phone for the last hour?" ranted Cordelia as she stomped through his door.
Giles started to say something when he noticed that he hadn't properly replaced the handset on his phone, thus Cordelia's anger over the continuous busy signal.
"Is Buffy OK?" Angel asked her.
"Not if I get my way with that iron fisted little bitch." She spat surprising the two men with her anger.
"I take it that something happened during the possession then." Observed Giles.
"Boy, you could say that again." Cordelia flushed slightly at the memory before her anger returned. "Little Miss Slays Alot beat Xander right into intensive care. After they returned to normal, mind you."
Giles and Angel stood completely stunned at the news.
"Why?"
"If you wanna know then you can get your butts over to the hospital and ask your precious Buffy herself." Cordelia was looking forward to seeing Buffy squirm as she explained the night's events to them.
She wasn't disappointed.
------
They found Buffy, still in her noblewoman's gown, in one of the waiting rooms. As soon as they entered the room she looked up and a mix of guilt, anger, and fear flashed across her face.
"What the devil is going on Buffy? Cordelia told us you nearly beat Xander to death!"
Buffy shot Cordelia a venomous glare that she returned with icy daggers of her own.
"Didn't Cordelia tell you what happened?"
"No I didn't. I thought they might wanna hear it direct from you."
"Bitch." Buffy muttered. Cordelia merely smiled sweetly.
"And proud of it."
"Buffy! Could we get back to the matter at hand?" her Watcher admonished. "Why on God's earth did you beat Xander?"
Buffy looked down at her feet and refused to talk. Giles took off his glasses and started polishing them in frustration. A thought occurred to Angel.
"Buffy. What was Xander's costume? Who did he dress up as?"
Buffy still kept her silence.
"Buffy, who did he dress up as?" Giles demanded, his patience worn thin with her reticence. Finally Buffy gave in.
"Casanova."
There was a few seconds of silence as the implications sunk in the minds of Giles and Angel.
"Uh... I... that is... you..." stammered Giles. Buffy lost her temper.
"Yes! Xander dressed up as Casanova and seduced me and Willow and Cordelia into having group sex."
Giles' glasses clattered to the floor as they slipped forgotten through nerveless fingers. Complete and utter shock was the only way that Cordelia could describe the look on Giles' face. His eyes nearly fell out of his head and rolled around on the ground next to his jaw that also took the express lift to the ground floor.
For his part, Angel looked like someone had just clubbed his favorite pet baby fur seal.
Cordelia struggled not to laugh out loud.
"Group sex? That's what you're calling it now? Group sex? Try orgy. Or a foursome fuck. Or the Great Scooby Gang Bang."
Buffy wheeled around furiously on the cheerleader.
"Fuck you Cordy!"
With the smile that only the Queen Bitch of Sunnydale High could deliver, Cordelia made an observation that made Buffy tear out of the hospital at a million miles an hour.
"You all ready did. Twice."