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Drabbles and hypnotism - you'd be surprised how well they go together...
Alrighty, this little drabble type thing was written after reading a post on ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
poshcat's journal. I wanted to make the plot bunny go away (I really wanted to shoot it and forget everything because "my eyes! my eyes!"), but she commanded me to write it. So I did.
Just remember, this was written with tongue in cheek and in the spirit of fun.
Title: Hypnotism
Author: PSUbrat
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: These characters belong to Joss Whedon and any other large conglomerate that he sells them to; I’m just borrowing them for a while.
Spoilers: Set right after “As You Were” (season 6, episode 15 of BtVS)
Dedication:poshcat
Spike sat in front of his television, entranced by the infomercial that was on. Yeah, it was four something in the morning, and he should be out patrolling, looking for big bad nasties and all, but he was depressed about the break up with Buffy and just couldn’t bring himself to go outside. Besides, he’d probably run into her or something and make a big fool out of himself by groveling some more. So he sat in his crypt and brooded. No, he didn’t brood. Brooding was something that the Poofter did and he was not the Poofter.
He’d been pacing the crypt and muttering to himself about Captain Cardboard when he saw the advertisement come on the TV and then he just couldn’t pull himself away.
For $29.95 you too can be the proud owner of your very own hypnotist kit. Make your friends sing or cluck like a chicken! Great for party gags!
“Well, wouldn’t that be bloody something?” Spike said aloud, his mind suddenly spinning with thoughts of what he could do with something like that. The idea of making one of the Scoobies run around sounding like a chicken crossed him mind and made him smile. So he sat on the edge of the chair and paid closer attention to the announcer who was now explaining the extras that one would receive when purchasing the kit.
And if you order within the next half hour, you’ll receive the very popular ‘quit smoking now, let me show you how’ videotape for no additional cost!
Spike snorted. Buffy had been on him for weeks since they’d started having sex to stop smoking, and he had gotten really tired of hearing her bitch and moan about kissing an ashtray. He didn’t know why she’d gone on about it, it’s not like he could die from the stuff and it wasn’t like she really cared about him. He was just a thing to her, something to make her feel alive again. It didn’t matter now though, did it? Especially since Captain Cardboard had come back to save the day and accuse him of being the Doctor. Right after that she’d dropped him like a hot potato. Just like that. Bitch. His mood continued to darken until the announcer on the TV grabbed his attention again.
Having problems performing in bed and pleasing your lady?
Spike laughed and shook his head in response. “No problems there mate.”
Or maybe you and the little woman are on the outs and you just can’t figure out what to do to make it all better?
“Now we’re talking!”
What better way to win her back than to hypnotize her? No fuss, no muss, just plain old fashioned forgetting what it was that came between you in the first place.
“Hey now, that’s not a bad idea.” Quickly he reached over and picked up the cell phone he’d lifted off a demon at Willy’s and punched in the numbers that corresponded with the ones that were glowing on the screen. He’d show her.
“Dump me will you. We’ll just see about that.”
Two weeks later…
“Uh, hey Will?” Xander asked as he sat down beside the red headed witch at the research table, a look of concern etched on his face.
“Yeah?” Willow responded without looking up from the book she was reading.
“Why’s Buffy clucking like a chicken?”
poshcat's journal. I wanted to make the plot bunny go away (I really wanted to shoot it and forget everything because "my eyes! my eyes!"), but she commanded me to write it. So I did.Just remember, this was written with tongue in cheek and in the spirit of fun.
Title: Hypnotism
Author: PSUbrat
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: These characters belong to Joss Whedon and any other large conglomerate that he sells them to; I’m just borrowing them for a while.
Spoilers: Set right after “As You Were” (season 6, episode 15 of BtVS)
Dedication:
poshcatHypnotism
Spike sat in front of his television, entranced by the infomercial that was on. Yeah, it was four something in the morning, and he should be out patrolling, looking for big bad nasties and all, but he was depressed about the break up with Buffy and just couldn’t bring himself to go outside. Besides, he’d probably run into her or something and make a big fool out of himself by groveling some more. So he sat in his crypt and brooded. No, he didn’t brood. Brooding was something that the Poofter did and he was not the Poofter.
He’d been pacing the crypt and muttering to himself about Captain Cardboard when he saw the advertisement come on the TV and then he just couldn’t pull himself away.
For $29.95 you too can be the proud owner of your very own hypnotist kit. Make your friends sing or cluck like a chicken! Great for party gags!
“Well, wouldn’t that be bloody something?” Spike said aloud, his mind suddenly spinning with thoughts of what he could do with something like that. The idea of making one of the Scoobies run around sounding like a chicken crossed him mind and made him smile. So he sat on the edge of the chair and paid closer attention to the announcer who was now explaining the extras that one would receive when purchasing the kit.
And if you order within the next half hour, you’ll receive the very popular ‘quit smoking now, let me show you how’ videotape for no additional cost!
Spike snorted. Buffy had been on him for weeks since they’d started having sex to stop smoking, and he had gotten really tired of hearing her bitch and moan about kissing an ashtray. He didn’t know why she’d gone on about it, it’s not like he could die from the stuff and it wasn’t like she really cared about him. He was just a thing to her, something to make her feel alive again. It didn’t matter now though, did it? Especially since Captain Cardboard had come back to save the day and accuse him of being the Doctor. Right after that she’d dropped him like a hot potato. Just like that. Bitch. His mood continued to darken until the announcer on the TV grabbed his attention again.
Having problems performing in bed and pleasing your lady?
Spike laughed and shook his head in response. “No problems there mate.”
Or maybe you and the little woman are on the outs and you just can’t figure out what to do to make it all better?
“Now we’re talking!”
What better way to win her back than to hypnotize her? No fuss, no muss, just plain old fashioned forgetting what it was that came between you in the first place.
“Hey now, that’s not a bad idea.” Quickly he reached over and picked up the cell phone he’d lifted off a demon at Willy’s and punched in the numbers that corresponded with the ones that were glowing on the screen. He’d show her.
“Dump me will you. We’ll just see about that.”
***
Two weeks later…
“Uh, hey Will?” Xander asked as he sat down beside the red headed witch at the research table, a look of concern etched on his face.
“Yeah?” Willow responded without looking up from the book she was reading.
“Why’s Buffy clucking like a chicken?”