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2007-04-09 15:32:20 UTC
Title: "Out For The Count"
Parts: 1/1
Author: 'A Gentleman Of Leisure'.
E-mail: <***@btinternet.com>
Story Type: BTVS - post 'Chosen'.
Summary: In which the Slayers meet an old 'friend', and finally deal with
the Hellmouth in Cleveland. Last story of my series 'Pictures of an
Expedition'.
Rating overall: K+
Spoilers: Takes place several weeks after the end of BTVS Series 7.
Distribution/Archiving: Ask first please.
Disclaimer: No one here belongs to me, and I have no control whatsoever
over what they get up to. As usual, all Patents, Trademarks and Copyrights
are acknowledged. Thank you.
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"Out For The Count"
by
'A Gentleman Of Leisure'
"Why Buffy, how nice. You've dyed your hair," he said languidly.
"Wrong, on both points," replied the Buffybot. "I'm just a natural clockwork
killer."
"Whereas I'm the real thing," said Buffy, lounging in the doorway behind
him. "Can't you tell the difference?"
"My mistake," he said with a light laugh, turning to look at her.
"There, you're right," whispered the Buffybot, suddenly un-nervingly close
to his left ear, swiftly slipping her stake in between his ribs to tickle
his heart with its point.
"Dead right!" said Buffy with a smile, casually producing the Scythe she had
concealed behind her back.
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Parts: 1/1
Author: 'A Gentleman Of Leisure'.
E-mail: <***@btinternet.com>
Story Type: BTVS - post 'Chosen'.
Summary: In which the Slayers meet an old 'friend', and finally deal with
the Hellmouth in Cleveland. Last story of my series 'Pictures of an
Expedition'.
Rating overall: K+
Spoilers: Takes place several weeks after the end of BTVS Series 7.
Distribution/Archiving: Ask first please.
Disclaimer: No one here belongs to me, and I have no control whatsoever
over what they get up to. As usual, all Patents, Trademarks and Copyrights
are acknowledged. Thank you.
----------------------------------------------------
"Out For The Count"
by
'A Gentleman Of Leisure'
"Why Buffy, how nice. You've dyed your hair," he said languidly.
"Wrong, on both points," replied the Buffybot. "I'm just a natural clockwork
killer."
"Whereas I'm the real thing," said Buffy, lounging in the doorway behind
him. "Can't you tell the difference?"
"My mistake," he said with a light laugh, turning to look at her.
"There, you're right," whispered the Buffybot, suddenly un-nervingly close
to his left ear, swiftly slipping her stake in between his ribs to tickle
his heart with its point.
"Dead right!" said Buffy with a smile, casually producing the Scythe she had
concealed behind her back.
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