Piggy Back
Author: Perletwo
Disclaimer:
You know, the usual.
Spoilers: None, really.
Rating: G
"Really, Buffy, I don't see any need
to carry on like this," Giles admonished.
"Hey! Who's the general around here, you or me?" Buffy cringed, pacing
the conference room floor. "Second thought, don't answer that."
"This GOOFBALL idea is going to put ALL the new Slayers at risk!"
Kennedy snapped, and Willow put a hand on her shoulder. "Now Sweetie,"
she soothed automatically.
Buffy looked over to Xander, who held up a hand. "Hey. You don't hardly
even need to ask, do you? You *know* where I weigh in on this."
Buffy paced up and back angrily. "I'm telling you - it's *best* if we have
a vampire on our team. Someone who can go places, get information we
can't..." She grabbed a stack of mail off the conference table and shuffled
it as she paced. "Someone who can give the girls real-time training - not
to mention convince them right away that vampires *exist!*"
To punctuate the statement, she ripped open a manila envelope, and a
Fisher-Price plastic farmhouse piece spilled out.
Immediately a cloud of dust began to swirl in the room, punctuated by firefly
lights. The dust resolved itself into a shape, then into features, and as
suddenly as it had begun the cloud seemed to suck itself into the shape, which
dropped to the floor with a gentle thud and stared vacantly around the room.
Everyone stared at it in amazement.
"Mr. Gordo," Willow breathed, eyes narrowing in suspicion.
"MR. GORDO!" Buffy squee'd, rushing to grab her beloved pig up in her
arms.
"Well, *this* sure does a lot for her credibility," Kennedy grumbled,
to a reflexive "Now Sweetie" from Willow.
"Buffy!" Giles snapped. "Put. The pig. Down. We don't know where
it's been!"
Buffy stuck her tongue out at the Watcher, while Mr. Gordo just smiled.
It was good to be home.