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timepiececlock) wrote2002-09-21 12:10 am
timepiececlock) wrote2002-09-21 12:10 am
fave scene
Still reigns as my favorite humor scene in any Buffy fanfic I've read so far, brought to you by the writing talent of Valerie X of www.bandofbuggered.com:
((set-up, Spike jsut got back from Africa, post-Grave. He's in his crypt now with Clem))
"Oh." Clem sat down on the bed and watched as Spike dug through his dresser. "So how was your trip? Do you have pictures?"
"Nope," Spike muttered, his back turned. "Got something else though."
"Really? What?" Clem asked curiously. But then his face drooped with thought and he leaned forward. "Wait…I can tell."
Spike turned around quickly. "You can?"
"Yeah." Clem took in a deep breath. "I can smell it on you."
Spike's mouth hardened into a line. "A soul."
"No, not that." Clem sniffed again. "Smells like….cantaloupes." He took in another breath and then nodded. "Yep, definitely cantaloupes."
"Oh, for the love of…" Spike groaned and sat down on a nearby chair, abandoning his search for clothing.
"Why do you smell like cantaloupes?" Clem asked. "Did you go to Virginia?"
"No, I didn't go to Virginia, you stupid saggy poof," Spike snapped. "I went to Africa. And I got a soul."
"Really?" Clem asked. "Well, you should've gone to Virginia. They have a Cantaloupe Festival in Halifax County every July."
The first time I read it I was laughing terribly loud, and my dad actually came to ask me what the deal was. Every time since then that I read it I just start giggling madly.
((set-up, Spike jsut got back from Africa, post-Grave. He's in his crypt now with Clem))
"Oh." Clem sat down on the bed and watched as Spike dug through his dresser. "So how was your trip? Do you have pictures?"
"Nope," Spike muttered, his back turned. "Got something else though."
"Really? What?" Clem asked curiously. But then his face drooped with thought and he leaned forward. "Wait…I can tell."
Spike turned around quickly. "You can?"
"Yeah." Clem took in a deep breath. "I can smell it on you."
Spike's mouth hardened into a line. "A soul."
"No, not that." Clem sniffed again. "Smells like….cantaloupes." He took in another breath and then nodded. "Yep, definitely cantaloupes."
"Oh, for the love of…" Spike groaned and sat down on a nearby chair, abandoning his search for clothing.
"Why do you smell like cantaloupes?" Clem asked. "Did you go to Virginia?"
"No, I didn't go to Virginia, you stupid saggy poof," Spike snapped. "I went to Africa. And I got a soul."
"Really?" Clem asked. "Well, you should've gone to Virginia. They have a Cantaloupe Festival in Halifax County every July."
The first time I read it I was laughing terribly loud, and my dad actually came to ask me what the deal was. Every time since then that I read it I just start giggling madly.