Characters: Buffy, Willow, Giles.
Written For: Challenge 7: Terminal at tripledrabbles.
Spoilers/Setting: Season Two.
Summary: Buffy isn’t exactly cut out for doing research.
Disclaimer: I don’t own BtVS, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Joss Whedon.
A/N: Triple drabble.
Buffy slumped at the library’s table and tried her best not to yawn, but she was fighting a losing battle. She knew researching the latest Big Bad to visit Sunnydale was important, that the more she knew about what she’d be facing the better it would be for everyone concerned, but books weren’t really her thing, and the ancient volumes in Giles’ extensive collection were an acquired taste at the best of times, their contents as dry and dusty as their covers.
She just wanted up and at whatever was coming, preferably while she was still capable of moving; she was action girl, not research girl, although right now she felt more like dying of terminal boredom girl. Death by research; what an uninspiring way to go.
Her mind wandered to the previous night’s patrol, and to Angel, wondering what he was doing right now, and if he was thinking of her.
She idly turned the page of the book in front if her, not registering anything that was written on it. Her eyes had zoned out some time ago, losing focus, and honestly, if something didn’t happen soon she was gonna fall asleep right here, her face mashed against the pages, and probably drooling. Giles wouldn’t be happy if she made the ink go all smeary and illegible.
Willow’s cry of triumph was so loud and unexpected that Buffy jerked upright and almost fell off her chair.
“What is it, Will, did you find something?”
“I’m not sure, I think so.”
“Let me see.” Giles was at Willow’s shoulder in seconds, leaning over to read what she’d found. “Ah, yes; excellent work, Willow. This could be just what Buffy needs.”
Buffy grinned savagely; finally, time to go to work. This demon wasn’t going to know what hit it!