I know everyone likes to talk about Jack Harkness, but really, Veronica Mars is my little black dress of fandom choice. ♥
"This is stupid," Buffy says, but it comes out muddled with the flu she's been fighting for days and finally succumbed to.
Veronica snickers and takes another look out the motel window; just making sure none of the odd-looking dudes from the diner followed them here. She's not sure what was wrong with them or why Buffy tried to stay and fight (seriously, six against two?), but she'd gotten both of them in a car and driven to the Camelot as fast as she could.
Very fast, in fact. So fast Buffy threw up when they stopped and then said something about her mom being surprised a worse driver than Buffy existed. She also leaned on Veronica all the way inside, which told Veronica just how bad she was feeling. (She'd met Buffy in an online community for "non-traditional law enforcement," but they'd met for the first time about six months back, and she's never seen Buffy even stumble before.)
But it's just a flu. She refills Buffy's water and pats her forehead absently. Hmm.
"So what do you work with, exactly?" she asks, trying hard to sound innocent. She's just so damned curious; she's never been able to figure out what it is Buffy does, except that it requires her to know how to fight. Which she does.
"Slayer," Buffy says, leaning into Veronica's hand on her face. "Slayer, with the vampires."
Veronica snorts. "You don't have to tell me, it's fine."
"The truth," Buffy says sleepily, and that's just gosh-darned adorable, isn't it?
"Sure," she says, stroking Buffy's hair. "Try and get some sleep?"
"No," Buffy mutters. "Gotta be awake to fight them."
Jesus. "I'll wake you up," Veronica promises. "I'll keep watch, I'm good at that, I'm a PI, remember? And I'll wake you up."
"Kay." Buffy rolls over, ending up leaning against Veronica's side, and Veronica resigns herself to hanging out for a while. She lets Buffy sleep, too. Something tells her they're going to be okay here.
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"This is stupid," Buffy says, but it comes out muddled with the flu she's been fighting for days and finally succumbed to.
Veronica snickers and takes another look out the motel window; just making sure none of the odd-looking dudes from the diner followed them here. She's not sure what was wrong with them or why Buffy tried to stay and fight (seriously, six against two?), but she'd gotten both of them in a car and driven to the Camelot as fast as she could.
Very fast, in fact. So fast Buffy threw up when they stopped and then said something about her mom being surprised a worse driver than Buffy existed. She also leaned on Veronica all the way inside, which told Veronica just how bad she was feeling. (She'd met Buffy in an online community for "non-traditional law enforcement," but they'd met for the first time about six months back, and she's never seen Buffy even stumble before.)
But it's just a flu. She refills Buffy's water and pats her forehead absently. Hmm.
"So what do you work with, exactly?" she asks, trying hard to sound innocent. She's just so damned curious; she's never been able to figure out what it is Buffy does, except that it requires her to know how to fight. Which she does.
"Slayer," Buffy says, leaning into Veronica's hand on her face. "Slayer, with the vampires."
Veronica snorts. "You don't have to tell me, it's fine."
"The truth," Buffy says sleepily, and that's just gosh-darned adorable, isn't it?
"Sure," she says, stroking Buffy's hair. "Try and get some sleep?"
"No," Buffy mutters. "Gotta be awake to fight them."
Jesus. "I'll wake you up," Veronica promises. "I'll keep watch, I'm good at that, I'm a PI, remember? And I'll wake you up."
"Kay." Buffy rolls over, ending up leaning against Veronica's side, and Veronica resigns herself to hanging out for a while. She lets Buffy sleep, too. Something tells her they're going to be okay here.