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One Morning In Sunnydale by A.E. Berry, NR
My last fic for this month, I'm afraid. I'll definitely be back with more old skool Buffy fic! There's just so much still out there hidden in the nooks and crannies of the Internet (and on my hard drive, thankfully!).
Fandom: BtVS
Pairing: none
Length: Around 2000
Author on LJ: not that I know of
Author Website: http://www.geocities.com/Area51/Hollow/9577/buffyfic.html
Why this must be read:Ann wrote THE best original characters for Buffy fanfic. "One Morning In Sunnydale" provides us with one of them in a janitor at Sunnydale High named Joe who isn't quite as clueless as the majority of the town's population. Ann also had one of the best Giles' voices in the early fandom and most of her fics center on him. Unfortunately most are unfinished and since they were unfinished as of ten years ago, I'm guessing we'll never know the endings, BUT they're still worth reading. This fic though is a character piece about just your average guy and more really about the school and the town and the Hellmouth as he sees things. It's just brilliant. As is her Oz. Also, this is unrated but it's quite G.
Joe moved on to the Computer Lab. Several of the terminals were still on. Tsking, Joe moved to turn them off. Ms. Calendar was getting awfully absent-minded as of late. She hadn't been looking too well either. Chewing on his lower lip, considering, he finally decided to do an little extra cleansing here today. He took a bowl from his trolley, filled it with rice, and placed a piece of charcoal in it. A flick of the Bic ignited the charcoal. He lit a cigarette and sat on her desk, puffing while the charcoal heated up. Halfway through the cigarette, he stubbed it out, pulled a baggie of dried juniper from this trolley and sprinkled it on top of the charcoal. Juniper smoke began to waft from the bowl.
Chanting, Joe carried the bowl about the room, waving it under the desk, inside the closets, about the windows, taking care to let it settle about the rows of paperback books with the Windows95 logo on them. Something hissed at him from behind the books, but all he saw was a faint shadow rushing into the window light whereupon it promptly dissolved.
One Morning In Sunnydale
Fandom: BtVS
Pairing: none
Length: Around 2000
Author on LJ: not that I know of
Author Website: http://www.geocities.com/Area51/Hollow/9577/buffyfic.html
Why this must be read:Ann wrote THE best original characters for Buffy fanfic. "One Morning In Sunnydale" provides us with one of them in a janitor at Sunnydale High named Joe who isn't quite as clueless as the majority of the town's population. Ann also had one of the best Giles' voices in the early fandom and most of her fics center on him. Unfortunately most are unfinished and since they were unfinished as of ten years ago, I'm guessing we'll never know the endings, BUT they're still worth reading. This fic though is a character piece about just your average guy and more really about the school and the town and the Hellmouth as he sees things. It's just brilliant. As is her Oz. Also, this is unrated but it's quite G.
Joe moved on to the Computer Lab. Several of the terminals were still on. Tsking, Joe moved to turn them off. Ms. Calendar was getting awfully absent-minded as of late. She hadn't been looking too well either. Chewing on his lower lip, considering, he finally decided to do an little extra cleansing here today. He took a bowl from his trolley, filled it with rice, and placed a piece of charcoal in it. A flick of the Bic ignited the charcoal. He lit a cigarette and sat on her desk, puffing while the charcoal heated up. Halfway through the cigarette, he stubbed it out, pulled a baggie of dried juniper from this trolley and sprinkled it on top of the charcoal. Juniper smoke began to waft from the bowl.
Chanting, Joe carried the bowl about the room, waving it under the desk, inside the closets, about the windows, taking care to let it settle about the rows of paperback books with the Windows95 logo on them. Something hissed at him from behind the books, but all he saw was a faint shadow rushing into the window light whereupon it promptly dissolved.
One Morning In Sunnydale