Fic: A Little Tension (B:tVS/DOOM) 7/?
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jedibuttercupPG-13; B:tVS, DOOM. 400 words. (Part of the Handle ID Slayer ficlet series).
This was not the time to be flirting with their protectee.
Title: A Little Tension
Author: Jedi Buttercup
Disclaimer: The words are mine; the worlds are not. I claim nothing but the plot.
Rating: PG-13
TtH Prompt: #61 - Planet
Summary: This was not the time to be flirting with their protectee. 400 words.
Spoilers: B:tVS post-"Chosen"; "DOOM" (2005)
Notes: Movieverse. Seventh in the Handle ID Slayer flashfic sequence. An interlude as the soldiers get into position.
"So," Duke drawled, leaning over Sam's shoulder as she accessed the computer network. "A little tension 'tween you and Reaper."
Buffy had noticed that herself; she'd seen the ghosts in his eyes, and remembered the reports about what happened to their mother and stepfather. Being on Mars at all was treading painful ground for Reaper; he'd chosen to deal with his grief back then by running and fighting, while Sam had decided to follow in her parents' footsteps. It had been easy for the Council to get her to send them reports, just by claiming to be one of the investors that funded the original dig, but Reaper had been harder to keep tabs on-- and not just for the Council, from what Buffy could tell.
Sam shrugged, removing a chip-disc from the terminal's reader and inserting a fresh one. "We just went our separate ways," she said, carefully.
"So what was he like before?" Duke pressed, eyes lingering on Sam's profile and figure.
"Who, John?" she asked, with a flash of wry smile. "Empathetic, sensitive..."
Duke snorted. "It's kinda hard for me to imagine Reaper as sensitive."
Buffy rolled her eyes. This was not the time to be flirting with their protectee, completely aside from the fact that Xander's daughter totally deserved better. "Whether or not he's sensitive won't matter much if we don't hurry up and get this done," she said. "How much longer, Dr. Grimm?"
"Fifteen or twenty minutes," Sam said. "Why the rush? We're relatively safe behind the nanowall, and John knows how to take care of himself. As long as they don't infect him..."
"What if one breaks quarantine instead?" Buffy asked, grimly, looking up as the base computer announced all personnel had been evacuated. "Sarge's orders say contain and neutralize, and if he thinks they've carried this infection back to the scientists on Earth…" She shook her head, uneasiness still humming in her veins.
Duke sucked in a breath. "He'd kill 'em all if he thought it was necessary."
Sam paled, looking up from her keyboard as she switched discs again. "But he can't-- We don't even know if it would turn everyone into monsters, or if some would become superhuman, or not get infected at all--"
"So hurry up," Buffy urged, radio blessedly silent in her ear. "The sooner we have what UAC wants, the quicker we can get out of here."
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This was not the time to be flirting with their protectee.
Title: A Little Tension
Author: Jedi Buttercup
Disclaimer: The words are mine; the worlds are not. I claim nothing but the plot.
Rating: PG-13
TtH Prompt: #61 - Planet
Summary: This was not the time to be flirting with their protectee. 400 words.
Spoilers: B:tVS post-"Chosen"; "DOOM" (2005)
Notes: Movieverse. Seventh in the Handle ID Slayer flashfic sequence. An interlude as the soldiers get into position.
"So," Duke drawled, leaning over Sam's shoulder as she accessed the computer network. "A little tension 'tween you and Reaper."
Buffy had noticed that herself; she'd seen the ghosts in his eyes, and remembered the reports about what happened to their mother and stepfather. Being on Mars at all was treading painful ground for Reaper; he'd chosen to deal with his grief back then by running and fighting, while Sam had decided to follow in her parents' footsteps. It had been easy for the Council to get her to send them reports, just by claiming to be one of the investors that funded the original dig, but Reaper had been harder to keep tabs on-- and not just for the Council, from what Buffy could tell.
Sam shrugged, removing a chip-disc from the terminal's reader and inserting a fresh one. "We just went our separate ways," she said, carefully.
"So what was he like before?" Duke pressed, eyes lingering on Sam's profile and figure.
"Who, John?" she asked, with a flash of wry smile. "Empathetic, sensitive..."
Duke snorted. "It's kinda hard for me to imagine Reaper as sensitive."
Buffy rolled her eyes. This was not the time to be flirting with their protectee, completely aside from the fact that Xander's daughter totally deserved better. "Whether or not he's sensitive won't matter much if we don't hurry up and get this done," she said. "How much longer, Dr. Grimm?"
"Fifteen or twenty minutes," Sam said. "Why the rush? We're relatively safe behind the nanowall, and John knows how to take care of himself. As long as they don't infect him..."
"What if one breaks quarantine instead?" Buffy asked, grimly, looking up as the base computer announced all personnel had been evacuated. "Sarge's orders say contain and neutralize, and if he thinks they've carried this infection back to the scientists on Earth…" She shook her head, uneasiness still humming in her veins.
Duke sucked in a breath. "He'd kill 'em all if he thought it was necessary."
Sam paled, looking up from her keyboard as she switched discs again. "But he can't-- We don't even know if it would turn everyone into monsters, or if some would become superhuman, or not get infected at all--"
"So hurry up," Buffy urged, radio blessedly silent in her ear. "The sooner we have what UAC wants, the quicker we can get out of here."
-~-
(x-posted to
tth100)
