BtVS Double Drabble: Another Fatality
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badly_knittedTitle: Another Fatality
Fandom: BtVS
Author:
badly_knittedCharacters: Buffy, Joyce.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 485: Accident at
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drabble_zone.Spoilers/Setting: Sometime in the first half of Season Two.
Summary: Buffy’s clothes are frequent casualties in the battle against evil.
Disclaimer: I don’t own BtVS, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
“Buffy?”
“Mom?”
Buffy offered up her most innocent ‘whatever it is, I didn’t do it’ look, but Joyce wasn’t fooled. She held up her daughter’s top. “What is this?”
“My top?”
“Try again, young lady.” Joyce indicated the rather noticeable tear in the sleeve.
“Oh. I was hoping you wouldn’t notice that until I’d had a chance to repair it.”
“Repair it? Buffy, there’s no way this can be repaired and still be wearable. You’ve had it a month, and it’s already ruined! At your age, I should be able to trust you to take care of your clothes.”
“You can! I do!” Which was true, after a fashion. It was just that Buffy’s… nighttime activities were a bit harder on her wardrobe than an evening spent dancing at The Bronze. “It was an accident.”
That was a little less true, because the rip was actually the result of a demon with a long knife trying to lop off her sword arm, but Buffy couldn’t tell her mom that. “I caught it on something. A sharp bit of wire. On a fence.”
“You were climbing over a fence?”
“No, mom, I just brushed against it!”
Why was lying so difficult?
The End
“Mom?”
Buffy offered up her most innocent ‘whatever it is, I didn’t do it’ look, but Joyce wasn’t fooled. She held up her daughter’s top. “What is this?”
“My top?”
“Try again, young lady.” Joyce indicated the rather noticeable tear in the sleeve.
“Oh. I was hoping you wouldn’t notice that until I’d had a chance to repair it.”
“Repair it? Buffy, there’s no way this can be repaired and still be wearable. You’ve had it a month, and it’s already ruined! At your age, I should be able to trust you to take care of your clothes.”
“You can! I do!” Which was true, after a fashion. It was just that Buffy’s… nighttime activities were a bit harder on her wardrobe than an evening spent dancing at The Bronze. “It was an accident.”
That was a little less true, because the rip was actually the result of a demon with a long knife trying to lop off her sword arm, but Buffy couldn’t tell her mom that. “I caught it on something. A sharp bit of wire. On a fence.”
“You were climbing over a fence?”
“No, mom, I just brushed against it!”
Why was lying so difficult?
The End
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Date: 2026-01-21 09:38 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2026-01-21 11:12 pm (UTC)Thank you!