"School Hard" / "Chosen"

[red_satin_doll]

Like Mother, Like Daughter original artwork a gift to me from comlodge, an amazing artist and generous friend. Check out the original on her journal.



Apparently, Buffy isn't the only Summers woman who is going to be "a fireman [sic] when the floods roll back."

ETA: beer_good_foamy reminded me that Joyce's threat to Spike, "You get the HELL away from my daughter!" (Rock on, Joyce!) could be seen as applicable to Buffy's actions in Chosen, if we consider the new Slayers as her metaphorical "offspring".  (What's the plural for "childe"?)


Or, Kendra was her "daughter", Faith her "granddaughter", then Buffy and Faith got together and now the new Slayers have two mommies - which. ok, is kind of
incest-y, but no worse than the Fanged Four, right?

 And Willow is their midwife. Something like that.

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[rebcake.livejournal.com]

Or, to take it in a more Spike-centric direction, the events of Chosen can be seen as him taking Joyce's instruction to its literal conclusion: he uses the amulet to keep Hell away from Joyce's daughter(s). Just sayin'.

[beer-good-foamy.livejournal.com]

Heh. Imagine Spike trying to sneak that into the Flaming Hands moment:

SPIKE: Gotta move, lamb. I think it's fair to say, school's out for bloody summer.
BUFFY: Spike...
SPIKE: I mean it, I gotta do this. I made a promise to your mum.
BUFFY: My... what? When? How?
SPIKE: About six years ago. Don't you remember? She hit me with an axe, "Get the hell away from my daughter!"
BUFFY: Uh, kinda burning my hand here.
SPIKE: So, well, here I am. Getting it done.
BUFFY: What?
SPIKE: Well, I am bringing down the hellmouth.
BUFFY: Which is why I need to tell you - Wait. You're saying...
SPIKE: That's right.
BUFFY: ...the last few years have been a cunning plan on your part to literally get the Hell away from me?
SPIKE: And your daughters.
BUFFY: [checks her hair with her free hand] My...? I don't -
SPIKE: Metaphorically speaking. The Slayerlings.
BUFFY: Whatever. Spike, I love y-
SPIKE: Your mum had a hell of a commanding voice. No wonder your room is always so neat.
BUFFY: Would you stop talking about my mom!
SPIKE: But this time it's up to me to do the clean-up. It's what she would have wanted.
BUFFY: I'm trying to tell you - OW! Son of a bitch!
SPIKE: Language!
BUFFY: My. Hand. Caught. Fire.
SPIKE: That's no reason to use that kind of language. You need to set an example for your daughters.
BUFFY: They're not my - forget it. Isn't there something you want to tell me?
SPIKE: Buffy?
BUFFY: Yes?
SPIKE: Do you think Joyce will be waiting for me with a cup of cocoa in heaven?
BUFFY: Fine. Whatever. Yes, I'm sure she will. I'm out of here. [leaves]
SPIKE: Thanks for saying it!

[red-satin-doll.livejournal.com]

BUFFY: Would you stop talking about my mom!
SPIKE: But this time it's up to me to do the clean-up. It's what she would have wanted.
BUFFY: I'm trying to tell you - OW! Son of a bitch!
SPIKE: Language!
BUFFY: My. Hand. Caught. Fire.

OMG...NEED...AIR...NOW....

2013 Award Winner: Funniest non-penguin Spuffy fic. (Christ now I'm imagining THAT mash-up: Penguins in Hell.)

[beer-good-foamy.livejournal.com]

Haha, thanks!

Penguins are versatile. I'm sure they'd cope. And by "cope", I mean take over the place and make it freeze over.

[rebcake.livejournal.com]

The unladylike snorting going on over here would NOT meet with Joyce's approval, I'm sure.

This is OMG brilliant.

But this time it's up to me to do the clean-up.

Of your room. Or town. Whatever. *snerk* Oh, god. Make it stop.

[red-satin-doll.livejournal.com]

You're pretty damn amazing yourself, kiddo! :)

[beer-good-foamy.livejournal.com]

But this time it's up to me to do the clean-up.

Of your room. Or town. Whatever.

You might also imagine Spike telling Buffy "Now go... clean your mouth out with soap." But I don't think Joyce would approve of that either. :)

[kikimay]

Lolling so hard! This is perfect!

[beer-good-foamy.livejournal.com]

Thank you!