Ficlet - Day of the Geeks
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cornerofmadnessThe Day of the Geeks
D.M. Evans
Disclaimer – not mine. Joss Whedon owns all the Buffy characters. Gene Roddenberry owns the Star Trek
Time Line – post series
Rating - FRT
Pairings – nil
Summary – The crew has to find an enchanted item in a very unlikely place, testing the Slayers’ sense of humor and patience
Author’s Note – written for the holiday meme for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
szandara who wanted Angel/BtVS or Star Trek universes. Bonus points for crossover. Thanks to evil_little_dog for the beta and who insist that when I get time this MUST become a longer fic. She might be right
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“I can’t believe we got talked into this,” Faith grumbled, moving closer to Buffy. “I need an industrial sized can of ‘nerd-be-gone’.”
Buffy glanced at Faith’s Harley chic ensemble. “You should have come expecting two thousand Xander’s and Andrew’s crammed into one hotel,” she replied tartly.
Faith snorted. “That explains your ‘I want to be a nun’ get up.” She gestured to Buffy’s turtleneck. Faith spared a glare for a tall, bone-thin boy in Starfleet scrubs making a beeline for her. He nearly took out a rack of stuffed tribbles changing his trajectory so quickly. “It doesn’t explain why our Watcher has Spock ears glue to the sides of his head.”
Ahead of them by two tables in the Dealers’ room, Giles turned back with an arched look. “I always wanted to be Spock when I was young.”
“This is what Xander is going to grow up to be,” Faith grumbled.
Giles’ face pinched, his wrinkles deepening. “I beg your pardon.”
“Giles, refresh us,” Buffy broke in before squabbling could start. “What exactly is it that we’re looking for?” She pinched the bridge of her nose, the noise of the place grating on her nerves.
“The chalice of Kisncher is an enchanted cup. Anything that gets put into it becomes an untraceable poison,” Giles replied, his fingers straying to a phaser on a dealer’s table.
Buffy’s nose wrinkled. “I can see why we want it but why would it be at a Star Trek convention?”
“Xander got a tip that it might be mixed in with a vendor’s Mugs of Kahliss display so we’re looking for something somewhat Klingonish, which is why Andrew wanted to dress up as a Klingon until Xander nearly hurt himself laughing at the idea,” Giles chuckled himself at the thought.
“Is that why Andrew’s running around here with a head like someone’s fat ass?” Faith asked.
“No, that’s because he’s dressed as a Ferengi,” Giles replied and saw at least a glimmer of recognition for that term in Buffy’s eyes. Faith just stared at him flatly.
“So, in Non-Geek for those of us who don’t know what the Mug of Kahliss would look like, tell us what we’re looking for, Giles,” Buffy said, resigned to her geeky fate.
“A cup about this high.” Giles held his hands apart. “Pewter, covered with gemstones, sort of hourglass shaped, no handles or stems, for drinking bloodwine.”
“Great, like all the other tacky pewter crap that every vendor has. I mean, how many different kinds of Star Trek glasses, mugs and shot glasses are needed?” Faith snapped. “Piece of cake, right?”
Giles expertly ignored the complaint. “I’ll start over there. I’d like to find it before Andrew or Xander or we’ll never hear the end of the Geek Wars,” he said, heading off.
”More like he doesn’t want to lose the geek title to them,” Faith mumbled.
“Giles isn’t really a geek. He just has tendencies.” Buffy tracked her Watcher. “But someone should remind him that this is work. He’s having too much fun.” She sighed. It was going to be a long nerdy day.
D.M. Evans
Disclaimer – not mine. Joss Whedon owns all the Buffy characters. Gene Roddenberry owns the Star Trek
Time Line – post series
Rating - FRT
Pairings – nil
Summary – The crew has to find an enchanted item in a very unlikely place, testing the Slayers’ sense of humor and patience
Author’s Note – written for the holiday meme for
szandara who wanted Angel/BtVS or Star Trek universes. Bonus points for crossover. Thanks to evil_little_dog for the beta and who insist that when I get time this MUST become a longer fic. She might be rightX X X
“I can’t believe we got talked into this,” Faith grumbled, moving closer to Buffy. “I need an industrial sized can of ‘nerd-be-gone’.”
Buffy glanced at Faith’s Harley chic ensemble. “You should have come expecting two thousand Xander’s and Andrew’s crammed into one hotel,” she replied tartly.
Faith snorted. “That explains your ‘I want to be a nun’ get up.” She gestured to Buffy’s turtleneck. Faith spared a glare for a tall, bone-thin boy in Starfleet scrubs making a beeline for her. He nearly took out a rack of stuffed tribbles changing his trajectory so quickly. “It doesn’t explain why our Watcher has Spock ears glue to the sides of his head.”
Ahead of them by two tables in the Dealers’ room, Giles turned back with an arched look. “I always wanted to be Spock when I was young.”
“This is what Xander is going to grow up to be,” Faith grumbled.
Giles’ face pinched, his wrinkles deepening. “I beg your pardon.”
“Giles, refresh us,” Buffy broke in before squabbling could start. “What exactly is it that we’re looking for?” She pinched the bridge of her nose, the noise of the place grating on her nerves.
“The chalice of Kisncher is an enchanted cup. Anything that gets put into it becomes an untraceable poison,” Giles replied, his fingers straying to a phaser on a dealer’s table.
Buffy’s nose wrinkled. “I can see why we want it but why would it be at a Star Trek convention?”
“Xander got a tip that it might be mixed in with a vendor’s Mugs of Kahliss display so we’re looking for something somewhat Klingonish, which is why Andrew wanted to dress up as a Klingon until Xander nearly hurt himself laughing at the idea,” Giles chuckled himself at the thought.
“Is that why Andrew’s running around here with a head like someone’s fat ass?” Faith asked.
“No, that’s because he’s dressed as a Ferengi,” Giles replied and saw at least a glimmer of recognition for that term in Buffy’s eyes. Faith just stared at him flatly.
“So, in Non-Geek for those of us who don’t know what the Mug of Kahliss would look like, tell us what we’re looking for, Giles,” Buffy said, resigned to her geeky fate.
“A cup about this high.” Giles held his hands apart. “Pewter, covered with gemstones, sort of hourglass shaped, no handles or stems, for drinking bloodwine.”
“Great, like all the other tacky pewter crap that every vendor has. I mean, how many different kinds of Star Trek glasses, mugs and shot glasses are needed?” Faith snapped. “Piece of cake, right?”
Giles expertly ignored the complaint. “I’ll start over there. I’d like to find it before Andrew or Xander or we’ll never hear the end of the Geek Wars,” he said, heading off.
”More like he doesn’t want to lose the geek title to them,” Faith mumbled.
“Giles isn’t really a geek. He just has tendencies.” Buffy tracked her Watcher. “But someone should remind him that this is work. He’s having too much fun.” She sighed. It was going to be a long nerdy day.
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