Title: Omen Girl
Media: Buffy/Good Omens
Summary: Apocalypses Happen.
Spoilers: for Buffy through S7, and Good Omens
Disclaimer: I do not own either media. That belongs to the Trinity of Joss, Neil and Terry
Archive: At Twisting the Hellmouth, inspired by justaguy’s round robin.
I was having a bit of writer’s block so I decided to do this for fun.
“Wait, so you’re telling me it just stopped? Not ‘too late’, not ‘we missed it’, but that it’s over? It was stopped? By someone else?”
“Er… yes. That would appear to be the case.” Buffy pressed the cell phone closer to her ear. Giles’ voice on the other end had become muffled during his response. She could almost see the Watcher abashedly polishing his glasses, unwilling to admit over the phone that they’d missed their shot at stopping another apocalypse.
“This is not of the good, Giles. Things like this don’t just… stop. I mean, we’ve been doing this for a while now, and our record for random apocalypse stoppage is 0-for-uh, what is it now? Eight? Nine?”
“Including the matter in Kazakhstan? That would be twelve. This one would have been thirteen.”
“Oooo-kay. Not really making with the comfort, here.”
“Buffy, look, I don’t know what else to tell you. As of fifteen minutes ago, we had a definite opening of a Hellmouth. All signs and portents pointed to it. Now. Nothing. The seas have stopped boiling, the toads have stopped raining. I’m even getting reports that the dolphin and whale populations have recovered, which is really quite extraordinary. I don’t know what to say.”
“Look, Giles. I’m standing here outside of some military base in Lower Tadpole—”
“Tadfield,” he corrected, and this time she imagined he was pinching the bridge of his nose.
“—with a large and rather amped-up group of slayers-in-training, and nothing to slay. Things are completely quiet here. I know you and Will had trouble pinpointing this thing, even with all the omens. I’m just… are you sure the apocalypse didn’t… y’know… go all Jack Griffin on us?”
“No. It looks like it was dealt with. In point of fact, until you called, I thought it was your team’s doing. As it is, fifteen minutes ago there was an impending apocalypse. Five minutes ago it stopped. Everything is returning to normal.”
Buffy wanted to argue more, but her and the other Slayers’ spidey-senses had stopped going off around the same time that Giles said they got the all-clear on the apocalypse. “Well, I suppose we shouldn’t look a gift-horseman in the mouth.” She sighed in spite of her words. “I just wish we knew what happened.”
“Willow and I will try to discover that, but we may just have to accept this one as a bit of grace from the Powers.”
Buffy reluctantly agreed, and closed the phone to look at the half-dozen slayers surrounding her. It was their first apocalypse, and they still had a certain dewy-eyed eagerness, but their shoulders were sagging as they realized that they’d come all this way for nothing. The birds were singing; the neighbors were gossiping over their fences; a gang of kids were riding past on bikes. The world was a wonderful place. Nobody should look upon the reprieve from an apocalypse as a disappointment, least of all a Slayer. She shook her head and prepared to reprimand them when she spied a colorful poster nailed to a telephone pole. She was sure it hadn’t been there a few moments ago.
“Hey!” she said brightly. She would save the reprimands for later. A diverted apocalypse called for a celebration. “Who’s up for going to the Circus tomorrow?”
9 thoughts on “Omen Girl”
a) Why are you depressed? *hug* Allow me to tell you how awesome I think you are this evening.
b) Here’s Grant morrison’s take on “Make Love, Not War” circa Sept 2001:
“Or…here’s my favourite solution, which would actually be much more effective than any other but who’s going to listen to a loony peacenik like me ?
We bring bin Laden back to the U.S. for trial and BEFORE locking him up, we keep him in house arrest…. IN THE PLAYBOY MANSION!
Can you imagine how rapidly and thoroughly bin Laden’s fanatical following would collapse if they saw pictures of him sipping cocktails by the poolside, surrounded by bikini-clad airheads ?
Can you imagine him trying to espouse his fundamentalist doctrines to a gigling gaggle of sexy Playmates ?..
“You don’t understand. This is jihad! Holy war against American imperialist hegemony.”
Blank stares from six perfect pneumatic blondes.
“Wow! You’re so cool! You’re rilly, like, a famous terrorist ? That is sooo cool! Would you like a blow job ?”
“ALLAH AKBAR!!!!” screams Osama as all his dreams come true in a welter of flying cum and breast enhancements.
Subject the brutal bastard to the very best that the capitalist, hedonist western democracies have to offer. Give him endless offers of soapy tit fucks and baby-oiled five-in-a-bed romps and believe me, after enough time, he WILL succumb. He WILL embrace the glory that is western democracy.
And when he succumbs, the pictures can be shown worldwide. Islamic fundamentalists need sex and drugs to loosen them up; Dropping bombs on their friends only makes them angrier, harder, stronger and more determined. They won’t kill George Bush or Tony Blair but they will kill more innocent people like you and me in the next big terrorist assault.
If we turn this into a war, only the innocent will suffer.
If we absorb bin Laden into our sexy, decadent culture we can ruin him as a figurehead and destroy the effectiveness of his cause.
For God’s sake America! Let Hef take charge and SEND IN THE BIMBOS! Girls with big breasts are much better at changing men’s inflexible minds than men with big guns are.
I¹m VERY serious about this.
Let us remember the words of the old Band of Hope hymn:
‘Christ! Has eaten the Dehhh-vil!
He ate him like a plate of soup!
Christ! Has eaten the Dehhh-vil!
And now he’ll do the same to you!’
And think about what they actually mean.”
Very cute! I love the Buffy-Giles interaction. And, of course, this crossover makes perfect sense.
Thanks! I’ve had Good Omens on the brain recently. I just discovered the joy of Aziraphale/Crowley slash. I’m not normally a slash reader, but that’s a pairing I can completely get into.
*Squees* This is fun, alright – I love the dialogue between Buffy and Giles. Totally IC. Much ♥
Thank you! For me, there’s just something so right about Buffy and Giles discussing an apocalypse… even a missed one!
That is too good. …Might I recomend posting it to Lower_Tadfield and sharing it with all the other GO fans on LJ? We have a shortage of good fic you see, and this…this is good. Very good.
Never mind, you already did. I must learn to read my flist from the top down methinks.
Thank you, and thanks for the suggestion. I found Lower_Tadfield a little while after writing this fic, and am currently raiding the archives. I’m not a slash fan as a rule, but I can completely get into Aziraphale/Crowley.
Don’t they just fit so well together? I too am not big on slash, but they just work.