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crossoverficTitle: The Chronicles of Special People Who Ended Up In Sunnydale Because of a Vampire
Author: bakatulip
Fandoms: Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Bones, Tru Calling, Pushing Daisies
Rating: PG
Warnings: Occassional Crack
Summary: Wackiness ensues as various people end up in Sunnydale, ongoing drabble series.
1. “You’re the… stab wounds expert?” Tru asked, arms folded over her chest, trusting her lab coat would imbue her with authority as she eyed the two men who had stepped into the city morgue. She eyed the tall skinny white man, who seemed as though he would begin to twitch wildly at any moment, paired with the more imposing darker man in the fruitfully colored shirt that he tried to conceal with a leather jacket.
“Yeah.” The dark man said with all the manner of a baseball bat to the head. “Where’s the body?”
“Uh… right this way…” she said cautiously.
2. The Piemaker stood in the lifeless examining room looking down at the lifeless body before him.
“Looks like someone stuck him with a barbeque fork,” Emerson muttered. “Well are you just gonna stand there all day are you gonna touch the man.”
“Yes, yes. Don’t rush me.” He said, checking his watch and reaching forward, poking the dead body with his forefinger and watching the burst of light as life flooded the body once more.
“GAH STOP IT. DON’T BITE ME!” The body spasmed, arms flailing wildly and striking Ned’s face, then collapsed back down onto the table limp and lifeless.
3. “You really like these cars.” Brennan commented as the convertible zipped down the high way. “You rented one the time we went to Los Angeles. Why do you do that?”
“Because, Bones,” Booth said, adjusting his sunglasses, “You can’t do SoCal without a convertible. It’s just what you do. Plus all the sun, that’s gonna keep the vampires away.”
“There are no such things as vampires.” Brennan muttered in a tone of voice that indicated she’d said this hundreds of time before.
“Holes in the neck, no blood, most of them here,” he said, speeding past the Welcome to Sunnydale sign.
“Yeah.” The dark man said with all the manner of a baseball bat to the head. “Where’s the body?”
“Uh… right this way…” she said cautiously.
2. The Piemaker stood in the lifeless examining room looking down at the lifeless body before him.
“Looks like someone stuck him with a barbeque fork,” Emerson muttered. “Well are you just gonna stand there all day are you gonna touch the man.”
“Yes, yes. Don’t rush me.” He said, checking his watch and reaching forward, poking the dead body with his forefinger and watching the burst of light as life flooded the body once more.
“GAH STOP IT. DON’T BITE ME!” The body spasmed, arms flailing wildly and striking Ned’s face, then collapsed back down onto the table limp and lifeless.
3. “You really like these cars.” Brennan commented as the convertible zipped down the high way. “You rented one the time we went to Los Angeles. Why do you do that?”
“Because, Bones,” Booth said, adjusting his sunglasses, “You can’t do SoCal without a convertible. It’s just what you do. Plus all the sun, that’s gonna keep the vampires away.”
“There are no such things as vampires.” Brennan muttered in a tone of voice that indicated she’d said this hundreds of time before.
“Holes in the neck, no blood, most of them here,” he said, speeding past the Welcome to Sunnydale sign.
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