TtHdrabbles - Challenge #96
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polgara_5Title: True Stories
By: Polgara (melindoranightsilver@hotmail.com)
Wordcount: 100
Fandom: Firefly/BtVS
Challenge: #96 Mythic Adventures
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I own none of these characters.
Summary: When you become the thing of wonder.
True Stories
Zoe looked at her something akin to wonder. She had been on the ship for over three months and never once had she garnered this reaction from the tall woman.
“You aren’t supposed to exist,” she whispers so softly that without her slayer hearing, Faith wouldn’t have caught it.
“Hate to tell ya, but I’m here in the flesh,” Faith said unapologetically.
“My mother told me the stories about the slayers from Earth-that-was, but I thought that was all they were. It was those tales of courageous women that inspired me,” she said almost reverently.
“Glad we could inspire someone.”
Title: Who’s Old?
By: Polgara (melindoranightsilver@hotmail.com)
Wordcount: 200
Fandom: Indiana Jones/BtVS
Challenge: #96 Mythical Adventure
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I own none of these characters.
Summary: Always get all the information before making an assumption.
Who’s Old?
Buffy let out an irritated sigh. “So what you’re telling me is, I have to traipse off to some random location in Germany with an old professor of yours to find some mythical holy object that Hitler hid away during the war?”
“Precisely,” Giles replied, his infinite patience with her wearing a bit thin.
“Just how old is this guy if he used to be one of your professors? Not that you’re old,” she hastily added.
“I assure you, he will be more than capable to handle - “ Giles began.
“He’s going to slow me down. What do I need him for anyway?”
Giles resisted the urge to clean his glasses. “He has intimate knowledge of that time period and specifically Hitler’s obsession with the occult.”
“In other words, he’s old!” She cried.
“Hey! Watch who you’re calling old,” came a new male voice from behind Buffy.
She spun to see a good looking middle-aged man dressed in browns and a beat up leather coat. But what really caught her eye was the well cared for whip hooked to his belt. His eyes twinkled at her with mischief and something about him screamed confidence.
“Name’s Indiana Jones, your guide.”
By: Polgara (melindoranightsilver@hotmail.com)
Wordcount: 100
Fandom: Firefly/BtVS
Challenge: #96 Mythic Adventures
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I own none of these characters.
Summary: When you become the thing of wonder.
True Stories
Zoe looked at her something akin to wonder. She had been on the ship for over three months and never once had she garnered this reaction from the tall woman.
“You aren’t supposed to exist,” she whispers so softly that without her slayer hearing, Faith wouldn’t have caught it.
“Hate to tell ya, but I’m here in the flesh,” Faith said unapologetically.
“My mother told me the stories about the slayers from Earth-that-was, but I thought that was all they were. It was those tales of courageous women that inspired me,” she said almost reverently.
“Glad we could inspire someone.”
Title: Who’s Old?
By: Polgara (melindoranightsilver@hotmail.com)
Wordcount: 200
Fandom: Indiana Jones/BtVS
Challenge: #96 Mythical Adventure
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I own none of these characters.
Summary: Always get all the information before making an assumption.
Who’s Old?
Buffy let out an irritated sigh. “So what you’re telling me is, I have to traipse off to some random location in Germany with an old professor of yours to find some mythical holy object that Hitler hid away during the war?”
“Precisely,” Giles replied, his infinite patience with her wearing a bit thin.
“Just how old is this guy if he used to be one of your professors? Not that you’re old,” she hastily added.
“I assure you, he will be more than capable to handle - “ Giles began.
“He’s going to slow me down. What do I need him for anyway?”
Giles resisted the urge to clean his glasses. “He has intimate knowledge of that time period and specifically Hitler’s obsession with the occult.”
“In other words, he’s old!” She cried.
“Hey! Watch who you’re calling old,” came a new male voice from behind Buffy.
She spun to see a good looking middle-aged man dressed in browns and a beat up leather coat. But what really caught her eye was the well cared for whip hooked to his belt. His eyes twinkled at her with mischief and something about him screamed confidence.
“Name’s Indiana Jones, your guide.”