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Challenge #4 Moon etc

Yay! I made it! Again, it's not beta read. I did haul it through Spell Check. So if you see something strange, odd, stupid, silly feel free to point it out. And remember, lets not take this too seriously....heh.


Previously in the FG Universe!

Party time, Part 1
Party time, Part 2
Party time, Part 3
Of Cats and Dogs
Xander the Mighty!

Lets see what the boy's are up to now...

Author: FerretGirl
Pairing: Wes/Gunn Xander/Spike Wes/Gunn/Xander/Spike.
Rating: No violence, no sex (yet), just talk.
Disclaimer: Not mine. If they were the boy's wouldn't get to leave my room Damnit.



Xander sighed, resisting the urge to bang his head against the kitchen counter. If he thought one Brit was a nuisance, he now knew better. Two Brits were far, far, far worse.

Stomping into the living room he saw Spike smirking at Wesley.

"Spike stop baiting Wes, you know he can't do much with that ankle and whatsnot," Xander scolded.

"Actually," Wesley began glaring at Spike, "I was contemplating sticking one of my crutches some place where the moon doesn't shine."

"That's sun doens't shine Wes," Spike snickered.

"I am well aware of that. You are however a Vampire so I've adjusted it a bit, we wouldn't want you to turn to dust would we? Although if you keep this up..." Wesley let his voice trail off smirking at Spike.

"Like you could..." Spike began.

"Don't you two ever stop!" Xander yelled. He was really getting tired of the bickering duo. He wished Gunn would get home.

"He started it, it's not like I can do anything about it since neither of you will let me leave the sodding sofa," Wesley said atempting to sound reasonable. Who knew, if he brought it like this maybe they would leave him be for a while.

"Wes you heard the doctor, at least two months rest. You broke your ankle for crying out loud." Xander had the feeling he had said this a thousand times before. Maybe he had.

"Among other things," Spike added suddenly serious.

"Look! It wasn't broken just cracked and that is something entirely different. I should know that." Wesley couldn't believe this. Being put out of commission by a stupid cat and two dogs was bad enough, but to be treated like a five year old... He opened his mouth to lecture them some more when Gunn walked in.

"It's all settled!" He said nodding satisfied. "Angel had no problem with it."

"What is settled?" Wesley wanted to know.

"What about the Slayer and Red?" Spike wanted to know.

"No prob, they said they looked forward to their little vacation and seeing Angel and Cordy again." Gunn smirked.

"Settled what?!" Wesley still wanted to know.

"What did Cordy say?" Xander asked.

"Girl was still squealing with Willow over the phone when I left, so I guess it'll be okay." Gunn smiled happily. He got everything settled, Angel had expressed his worry and told him to take as long as Wes needed to heal. Cordy and Willow were happy. Buffy was happy. He and Wes were gonna spend a lot of time with Spike and Xander, so all was good. Except that Wesley was turning a disturbing shade of red.

"Would some one tell me what the bloody hell is going on!" Wesley pushed himself up from the sofa and stomped his crutches on the floor.

"Buffy and Willow are going over to LA to take your's and Gunn's place while you stay here and heal," Xander blurted out.

Wesley blinked. "Beg your pardon?"

"You know heal, from the the pets from hell attack," Spike said.

"I am, unfortunately, well aware of what happened Spike," Wesley sighed. "But I would have liked to be informed or maybe even asked before this...switch."

"Think of it as an extended vacation English, plus we get to stay with Xan and Spike," Gunn said grinning over at the other two men.

Thee pair of eyes looked at him expectantly. Wesley was fully prepared to give them one of his patented lectures. But now that he thought about it.

"Is it a paid vacation?" he asked Gunn.

"Yeah," Gunn said, "Angel said something about adding sick pay."

Wesley knew he should feel guilty about that. After all it hadn't happened while working for Angel, it hadn't even happened while working for anyone...or thing. Just a stupid accident. But it had been a long time since he had a vacation.

"Alright," he said calmly. He pushed his crutches under his armpits and limped out the door.

"Where you going?" Xander wanted to know.

"I'm going to sit on the porch if the baby sitters don't mind," Wesley gave them all three 'the look'. Honestly, he wasn't a child.

They watched him leave.

"He took that well," Xander said thoughtfully.

"Bit too well if you ask me, he's up to something," Spike said.

They looked at each other. "We'll just keep an eye on him," Gunn said. The other two nodded their agreement, while walking out to the porch.

"Wes? We're going out on patrol now kay?" Spike said.

Wesley nodded, "Alright, please do be careful." He gave them a worried glance before settling back on the easy chair on the porch, resigned to wait for the others to come home. He could hear their muffled voices drift over and smiled.

"Ready to go on your Hellmouth first patrol?" Xander asked Gunn.

"Yeah, I'm itchin' to kick some ass. Maybe we can go to this bar Spike mentioned when we're done....Willy? Wooly?"

"Sounds like a plan," Spike agreed, "He just got a new load of moonshine."

"Oh no you don't!" Xander interjected, "I'm not going to haul both your sorry drunken asses back here and then get a lecture from Wes on top of that."

"Spoilsport," Spike grumbled.

"You're worse then English."

What ever Xander's reaction was, Wesley wasn't able to hear it. They were out of his hearing range. He sighed and looked up at the Moon. This might prove to be a very interesting vacation.

What's up with spell check anyway? It keeps saying I spelled Xander and Gunn wrong ::Huff::

~ FerretGirl ~
Do not disturb. I'm disturbed enough already....
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Oh I love snarly Wes and the bickering with Spike. Jeez they're just like kids.

Who knew, if he brought it like this

Something wong there...do you mean bought?

payed vacation

Should be paid

You broke you ankle

Typo there...your ankle

Bit to well

Should be too

And I want to know what ol' Wes is up to...

No violence, no sex (yet), just talk

I like that little word yet. *Evil grin*

PS I posted your package today. Have fun with Wes & Co. ; )
Ah many thanks for the correction! Glad you liked the little story.

I like that little word yet. *Evil grin*


And Squeeee!!! On the package!!!
I agree with them. Wesley is taking this far too well. And why do I get the feeling that the broken ankle is from personal experience? Hmmm?
He is taking it well isn't he? I wonder what he's up to.

And why do I get the feeling that the broken ankle is from personal experience? Hmmm?

I dunno. I never broke my ankle! It was just a crack!....yeah.
I wonder what he's up to.
Y'know, crutches make very good weapons and they are made of wood. Stakey Stakey. ;-)
You're kidding. You still got wooden crutched over there in the states? Not those nice aluminum ones with the hard metal ends that make such good whacking weapons?

That does give Wes some options, but I think he's got a far, far more devious plan.
You still got wooden crutched over there in the states?
When I was on them several years ago, that's what I had. Maybe Wesley is a traditionalist and that's what he has in the back of his closet too.

that make such good whacking weapons?
Wooden ones make good whacking weapons too. :-)
Maybe Wesley is a traditionalist and that's what he has in the back of his closet too

Yeah but he's not at home, he got them from the hospital. But I'm going to keep this in mind. The wooden once and make an excellent prop.