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Rings
| TITLE: | Rings (1/1)
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| AUTHOR: | -Andy- ( see2go4me@yahoo.com )
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| RATING: | 15C |
| STATUS: | Posted |
| DISCLAIMER: | This is a derivative work. All characters belong to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, Fox Television, and others. I don't own any of them, just the plot and words gluing my story together.
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| SUMMARY: | The Frisbee of Doom
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| SPOILERS: | All seasons of BtVS.
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| DISTRIBUTION: | tth, atbvs.creative, and my blog fanfic pages. Anyone else, e-mail me please.
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-- Snap, Crackle, Pop
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Walking into the backyard of the Summers home at 1630 Rovello Drive, Xander instinctively ducked when he heard a high pitched whine and the solid 'thunk' of a metal object striking a solid wooden one. Cautiously looking around, Xander spotted the object of his teenage fantasies standing on the bottom step of the back porch looking towards the trees to his left with evident frustration.
"Hey Buff! What are you up to?"
"Giles was right!" She grumbled loudly.
"Right about what?"
"That!" She pointed at a round, shiny object embedded in a large tree at the end of the yard. "It really doesn't come back like a boomerang."
"What is it?"
"Giles calls it a chakram. Apparently the Hindu god Vishnu used one."
"And we know this how?" Xander asked with a knowing grin.
"Giles has a book." Buffy gave him her 'and this is a surprise to whom?' look and shrugged as she headed towards the end of the yard to get it.
"Where did you get it?" he asked as he walked over to the tree and attempted to retrieve the chakram with much effort and little success.
Buffy raised an eyebrow at him and pulled it out with little effort. "I had a dream the other night. This tall woman dressed in black leather armor and a shorter woman with a staff were fighting vampires that looked like they were extras in that Spartacus movie we watched last week. She was throwing this metal ring and beheading them. Pretty cool. Every time she threw it it came right back to her like a boomerang."
"Ouch. Death by frisbee." Xander shuddered as they walked to the porch. He hated it when childhood toys were used as weapons. "So where did you get this one?"
"A couple vampires I staked last night had it. They must have stolen it from a crypt." Sitting on the top step, Buffy grabbed a heavy cloth and started polishing the chakram after examining it for dents and scratches.
"What are you going to do with it?" Xander asked, visions of women dressed in leather gladiator outfits running through his head.
"Giles said I could keep it." Buffy said with a bright smile, fingering the sharp outer edge of the chakram.
Note: In response to a TtH challennge
This is a Xena crossover - of sorts.
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2009
Andy Stoffel.
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