![]() ![]() “Don’t know if that one’s cut out to be a Slayer,” Dawn wrinkled her nose, regarding the child with an air of decided superiority. “Monster-” the little girl squeaked in her shaky Latvian accent. Buffy followed the girl’s gesture but saw nothing but snow. Sure enough, Stasya, a new girl who was all of six years old and therefore one of the youngest Slayers in their charge, was screaming her head off, trembling finger pointed at the window. “One of the baby Slayers?” Spike asked tersely.Īnd then they were racing towards the common room, the rest of the group on their heels. Buffy immediately suspected that she’d be needing some of her non-baking-related deadly skills before long. ![]() If you ever lose your edge in hand-to-hand combat, you’ve got at least one other deadly skill-”Ī piercing scream sounded from the common room a second later, making them all jump. “What’d you do? Mix up the sugar and the salt?” This was met with a grudging nod. “I really tried, you know,” she mumbled into his shoulder. Getting shot full of arrows was nothing to the travesty of your apple pie.” Never thought you were built for homemaking, but there was nothing left to the imagination after that first Thanksgiving. “Good thing it’s not why I fell in love with you, Slayer. “No-it’s really fucking not-” Spike confirmed. No fun to be had if he was gonna be all gracious about it. This display of acquiescent suffering took the wind right out of Buffy’s sails. “It’s-err-really good,” he managed to choke out. A second later, the twitching muscles of his face and throat yielded ample proof of just what a mistake this had been. Taking the cookie, he bit off just enough to not seem excessively cautious. “So you’re back to trying to kill me, are you?”īut, of course, it took only a single well-arranged pout and Spike relented. “Yeah,” she finally said with an air of innocent cheer. “You make it?” Spike eyed her skeptically.īuffy’s face wore the conspicuous expression of someone who was quickly debating whether or not to lie. “Hey Spike-” she exclaimed, bouncing over to the other end of the industrial kitchen, where Spike was busy trying to decipher the recipe for some bizarre kind of pudding. The indignant scowl was slowly replaced by a conspiratory grin. Might motivate him to learn to cook.”Īt this, Buffy’s expression brightened. “How else are you gonna learn?” Dawn shot back, patting Buffy on the shoulder as she blithely ignored her sister’s death stare. “You saw me do it,” Buffy growled her expression darkening. “At least you knew you needed something white and granular-” “I mean, you were halfway there,” Dawn giggled, throwing the spoon into the sink. “Just a spoonful of sugar makes the medicine go down-”īuffy, still frowning, stuck out the tip of her tongue to taste the spoon’s contents. “Open wide!” she sang, thrusting the spoon in Buffy’s face, much in the same manner as Xander had done with the cookie seconds earlier. She walked over to the bag in question and scooped out some of the little white crystals inside. “Oh, nothing,” Dawn giggled, reaching for a spoon. “Where did you get the sugar?” Dawn’s voice sounded from behind her.īuffy shrugged. “But-I don’t understand…butter, flour, sugar- what could go wrong?” “Bleeaagghh!” she stuck out her tongue, not caring that it was covered in cookie bits. “Try it,” Xander shoved the cookie in her face, the challenge glittering in his eyes.īuffy took the cookie gingerly and bit into a corner. “The usual stuff? Butter, flour, sugar-come on, it can’t be that bad-” “Gahhh,” Xander spat as he bit into one of the freshly-baked cookies, which Buffy had managed to retrieve from the oven decorated with only a light char. The cook had not returned since the snow had started and, so far, Dawn had demonstrated more culinary talent than all the rest of them combined. And what food they had was nowhere in the vicinity of looking like a proper Christmas Eve dinner. They were out of things to watch, they were out of games to play-hell, they were nearly out of food. Cabin fever didn’t even begin to describe it. It was Christmas Eve and Buffy was not at all optimistic about everyone making it to Christmas Day without strangling each other. Some seventy-two hours later, the charm had decidedly worn off. Takes place about three months after the main events of Liebestod, but can be read as a standalone if you ignore the handful of references to preceding events and Spike being randomly human-ish. Join Buffy, Spike, and the rest of the Scoobies for monsters, (mostly) chronologically-appropriate pop culture references, and just a bit of smut. Summary: ‘Tis the season at the Slayer Academy, and the night is dark and full of terrors. Title: Grandma Got Run Over by Sleipnir Įra/season/setting: Post-series, no comics
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