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Gunn, Fred & Connor Btw S3-S4 - Fun with Supplies

“Here we go, fresh supply of toner and paper for the copier. As if we actually had paying clients,” Gunn said sarcastically

“You are spending a lot of time looking for … Dad,” Connor said, a strange look on his face. “What’s toner?”

“It makes this machine go.” Seeing Connor’s puzzled expression, Gunn made a copy.

Connor shrugged. “Boring.”

“You can just have fun with it. Me first,” Gunn said, glancing around the room. He loosened his belt, lowered his pants a little then hopped his naked backside onto the machine.

Fred peered around the corner. “Charles!”

“Busted.” Connor grinned.

Buffy S 7 First Day on the Job

Buffy shuffled the office supplies around on her desk. Did her desk look professional? What was she even doing here? How in the world could Sunnydale High possibly hire her to counsel students? Shouldn’t she have a degree in sociology or something? She was barely able to handle her own problems let alone someone else’s. She knew the permanent records probably blew up with the old school but not all the faculty had. Surely they’d know she was a joke. She didn’t belong here. To calm herself, Buffy went through her supplies, thinking on how to turn them into weapons.

Spike Ats S5 – User

Spike pulled back after another quick rut with Harmony atop her desk. Office supplies were everywhere matching the disarray in his mind. Surely she had to realize she meant nothing to him. He lit up watching her rearrange her skirts. All she had been, even when she was ‘his’ girl was a soft, wet place to sheath himself while he was trying to forget Drusilla.

Now he used Harmony to forget Buffy, to try and ignore that the Slayer hadn’t even bothered to see what happened to him because he knew Percy had told Rupert he was alive. It hurt.

Connor post NFA – Intern

There had to be more to his internship than shuttling office supplies to various cubicles, Connor thought on his second day of work. He was bored, always a dangerous thing but especially now because it gave him time to think. He should have turned down the internship, earned from Angel’s beautiful flowing script.

This was his father’s final gift to him, this and sending him out of L.A. He shouldn’t have gone. He kept waiting for the phone call that said Angel had survived the carnage. Weeks later it still hadn’t come.

“Screw this, I’ve gotta go look for him.”

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