Closet Key
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ds_flashfictionThis is a crossover with Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I guess I'm showing my gen-x status.
"Have a seat," I say, moving some papers off the chair by my desk. Frase's been stuck at the Consulate all week, so things have kinda' backed up on me.
"Okay," she perkily responds, hoping into the seat in a carefree, teenage way.
"Name?"
"Dawn Summers."
"Age?"
"Sixteen." Wow, I could have sworn she was much older. Maybe she has an old soul? So much for asking her out.
"Legal guardian?"
"Buffy Summers."
"Relationship?"
"Sister."
"Address?"
"Um . . ." she squints, thinking.
"Do you have an address?"
"Well, I guess it would be 1630 Revello Drive, Sunnydale, California, 90210."
"You guess? Wait, Sunnydale. Sunnydale. Why is that name ringing a bell?"
"Well, the town kinda' got famous a few weeks ago."
"Famous for what?"
"It's the town in southern California that fell into a hel- er sink hole." Oh, shit!
"Oh . . . so, uh, phone num- never mind. How can I get in touch with your sister?"
"She has a cell phone, unless it got smashed. She's a little clumsy, goes through cell phones like chocolates," she nods. "The number is 661-555-7529."
"Okay, Hey Frannie, can you make a call for me?" While I get things squared away with Frannie, the girl starts playing with the rubber duck from my desk. "Having fun with Little Stevie?" I ask. She jumps at being caught and starts giggling.
"Nice, ducky," she puts it back down and pats it on the head.
Funny thing, when I glance at her fast, she has a greenish glow, like she's radioactive or something, but then it's gone before I can really see it. Must be those new, high efficiency bulbs Fraser got Welsh to put in. They make everything look screwy. I sit back down at the computer.
"So, what did you see?"
"Um . . ." she gives a nervous smile, "nothing."
"Something ripped off the side of the car you were in and smashed it into itty bitty pieces, but you didn't see anything?"
"Uh-huh," she makes a face that tells me she knows she's full of shit, but that's her story and she's sticking to it. I know she didn't do it and she's had a rough couple of weeks, so I'm thinking I'll let it go.
"You sure?" My last try.
"Yup, absolutely, I didn't see even one teeny-tiny bit of anything. Really." She is perky again, glad I'm not gonna push. That's when I see Fraser and Dief come in and I wave them over. My witness looks over to see what I see. "Who's the luscious Dudley Doright?"
"That's my partner, don't call him anything weird," I warn. That's my job. Fraser get's a puzzled look on his face as he gets closer.
"Hello, Ray. That's quite possibly the most beautiful thing I've ever seen." He gestures toward the girl. "What is it?"
"Uh . . . my witness, I mean, Miss Dawn Summers, meet Constable Benton Fraser, R.C.M.P.".
"Ray, what are you talking about?" Then I get it. He doesn't see her, he sees the green, shiny thing I can't seem to get to stay when I look at her.
"I think you got some 'spaining to do, young lady," I say. "Let's take this somewhere less public."
"Right," she answers dejectedly.
"I'm not sure either, Dief, let's just humor him," I hear Fraser say.
"Uh, Frase? Could you excuse me for a couple of minutes?"
"As you wish."
In the supply closet, I don't even bother to turn on the light 'cause she glows in the dark. "Okay, what the hell are you?"
"I'm not supposed to tell," she stalls.
"I'm a cop, you can tell me," I prod.
"Right, sure, whatever. Okay, I'm an ages-old, inter-dimensional key, made up of this green glowy energy and made corporeal in order that I might better be hidden from big, bad, evil things that might want to open portals between the dimensions to win friends and influence people." She actually sounds bored saying this.
"Why can't Fraser see you? The corporal you?"
"Um, I'm not sure. Usually, only crazy people see me as the Key. Is he crazy?"
"NO! Well, maybe a little," I admit.
"So, how come I can see you both ways?"
"Are you a little crazy too?" she asks gently.
"I guess he sort of rubbed off on me. So, what did rip that car in half? It wasn't you was it?"
"No, I don't have super powers, I just open things. It was a Rehctaht demon, but don't worry, my sister will kill it."
"She a key too?" I can't believe I'm buying this story.
"No, she's the Slayer, or a Slayer. Now that there are so many, I think she's been demoted to the indefinite article."
"Slayer of what?"
"Vampires, demons, old gods, the first evil, any big bad that needs it."
"Not people?"
"No, not people, honest injin." She holds up her hand, mock swearing.
"Doesn't she need help? If you tell me where, I can have the whole department-"
"No! Look, sorry, I'm sure you're really good at Police Officer stuff, but you guys can't help Buffy. You'll just end up getting killed and that would be really sad when you have your hunky Mountie you could come home to instead."
"What? Oh, Frase and me ain't like that." I wish.
"I thought you said he was your partner?" I shake my head no. "Too bad, he looks like a good kisser."
"You sure your sister doesn't need help?"
"Oh no, she's probably done by now anyway. Hey, will they know to look for us here when she shows up?"
"Yeah, everyone knows about me being in the closet." I replay that sentence in my mind and wince.
"Hmm," she smiles, "Maybe you should get yourself some of those Mountie smoochies. He sure looks like he could use some." The door opens and Frannie is standing there with a dirty, blond woman.
"Found her," Frannie yells over her shoulder.
"Dawnie, what have I told you about spending time in small, dark spaces with men you just met?" the blond asks.
"Not until you've seen them in the sunlight," she replies.
"Have a seat," I say, moving some papers off the chair by my desk. Frase's been stuck at the Consulate all week, so things have kinda' backed up on me.
"Okay," she perkily responds, hoping into the seat in a carefree, teenage way.
"Name?"
"Dawn Summers."
"Age?"
"Sixteen." Wow, I could have sworn she was much older. Maybe she has an old soul? So much for asking her out.
"Legal guardian?"
"Buffy Summers."
"Relationship?"
"Sister."
"Address?"
"Um . . ." she squints, thinking.
"Do you have an address?"
"Well, I guess it would be 1630 Revello Drive, Sunnydale, California, 90210."
"You guess? Wait, Sunnydale. Sunnydale. Why is that name ringing a bell?"
"Well, the town kinda' got famous a few weeks ago."
"Famous for what?"
"It's the town in southern California that fell into a hel- er sink hole." Oh, shit!
"Oh . . . so, uh, phone num- never mind. How can I get in touch with your sister?"
"She has a cell phone, unless it got smashed. She's a little clumsy, goes through cell phones like chocolates," she nods. "The number is 661-555-7529."
"Okay, Hey Frannie, can you make a call for me?" While I get things squared away with Frannie, the girl starts playing with the rubber duck from my desk. "Having fun with Little Stevie?" I ask. She jumps at being caught and starts giggling.
"Nice, ducky," she puts it back down and pats it on the head.
Funny thing, when I glance at her fast, she has a greenish glow, like she's radioactive or something, but then it's gone before I can really see it. Must be those new, high efficiency bulbs Fraser got Welsh to put in. They make everything look screwy. I sit back down at the computer.
"So, what did you see?"
"Um . . ." she gives a nervous smile, "nothing."
"Something ripped off the side of the car you were in and smashed it into itty bitty pieces, but you didn't see anything?"
"Uh-huh," she makes a face that tells me she knows she's full of shit, but that's her story and she's sticking to it. I know she didn't do it and she's had a rough couple of weeks, so I'm thinking I'll let it go.
"You sure?" My last try.
"Yup, absolutely, I didn't see even one teeny-tiny bit of anything. Really." She is perky again, glad I'm not gonna push. That's when I see Fraser and Dief come in and I wave them over. My witness looks over to see what I see. "Who's the luscious Dudley Doright?"
"That's my partner, don't call him anything weird," I warn. That's my job. Fraser get's a puzzled look on his face as he gets closer.
"Hello, Ray. That's quite possibly the most beautiful thing I've ever seen." He gestures toward the girl. "What is it?"
"Uh . . . my witness, I mean, Miss Dawn Summers, meet Constable Benton Fraser, R.C.M.P.".
"Ray, what are you talking about?" Then I get it. He doesn't see her, he sees the green, shiny thing I can't seem to get to stay when I look at her.
"I think you got some 'spaining to do, young lady," I say. "Let's take this somewhere less public."
"Right," she answers dejectedly.
"I'm not sure either, Dief, let's just humor him," I hear Fraser say.
"Uh, Frase? Could you excuse me for a couple of minutes?"
"As you wish."
In the supply closet, I don't even bother to turn on the light 'cause she glows in the dark. "Okay, what the hell are you?"
"I'm not supposed to tell," she stalls.
"I'm a cop, you can tell me," I prod.
"Right, sure, whatever. Okay, I'm an ages-old, inter-dimensional key, made up of this green glowy energy and made corporeal in order that I might better be hidden from big, bad, evil things that might want to open portals between the dimensions to win friends and influence people." She actually sounds bored saying this.
"Why can't Fraser see you? The corporal you?"
"Um, I'm not sure. Usually, only crazy people see me as the Key. Is he crazy?"
"NO! Well, maybe a little," I admit.
"So, how come I can see you both ways?"
"Are you a little crazy too?" she asks gently.
"I guess he sort of rubbed off on me. So, what did rip that car in half? It wasn't you was it?"
"No, I don't have super powers, I just open things. It was a Rehctaht demon, but don't worry, my sister will kill it."
"She a key too?" I can't believe I'm buying this story.
"No, she's the Slayer, or a Slayer. Now that there are so many, I think she's been demoted to the indefinite article."
"Slayer of what?"
"Vampires, demons, old gods, the first evil, any big bad that needs it."
"Not people?"
"No, not people, honest injin." She holds up her hand, mock swearing.
"Doesn't she need help? If you tell me where, I can have the whole department-"
"No! Look, sorry, I'm sure you're really good at Police Officer stuff, but you guys can't help Buffy. You'll just end up getting killed and that would be really sad when you have your hunky Mountie you could come home to instead."
"What? Oh, Frase and me ain't like that." I wish.
"I thought you said he was your partner?" I shake my head no. "Too bad, he looks like a good kisser."
"You sure your sister doesn't need help?"
"Oh no, she's probably done by now anyway. Hey, will they know to look for us here when she shows up?"
"Yeah, everyone knows about me being in the closet." I replay that sentence in my mind and wince.
"Hmm," she smiles, "Maybe you should get yourself some of those Mountie smoochies. He sure looks like he could use some." The door opens and Frannie is standing there with a dirty, blond woman.
"Found her," Frannie yells over her shoulder.
"Dawnie, what have I told you about spending time in small, dark spaces with men you just met?" the blond asks.
"Not until you've seen them in the sunlight," she replies.
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loved that fact ray could see BOTH side of dawn.
cool.
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Date: 2003-09-16 08:17 pm (UTC)"Not until you've seen them in the sunlight," she replies.
Classic. Great job!
-mercy
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Date: 2003-09-17 03:43 pm (UTC)Okay, I'm an ages-old, inter-dimensional key, made up of this green glowy energy and made corporeal in order that I might better be hidden from big, bad, evil things that might want to open portals between the dimensions to win friends and influence people." She actually sounds bored saying this.
I imagine she sounds a lot like Mulder in the bar in the X-files movie; you know, the part about "I'm a key figure in a vast conspiracy..."
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