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Ficlet: Coffee Nirvana (Dark Angel/BtVS)

Thumb is feeling better after two hours of icing it.

More prompt fic!

I'm not into crossovers really, I have to say, but this one I quite enjoyed writing, mainly because it was easy.

Title: Coffee Nirvana
Author: Bogwitch
Wordcount: 377
Characters: Max Guevara and Buffy Summers
Summary: Dark Angel/Buffy the Vampire Slayer crossover. Prompt from diachrony: Max & Buffy and the perfect cup of coffee


It’s like a little piece of heaven in a cup.

Max doesn’t know where the older woman got the coffee, it’s like proper pre-Pulse coffee shop stuff and it’s divine; must be expensive too, but never mind that, she could drink this cup forever and never be unhappy. “Mmm. Where did you get this?”

“I still know some people.” Buffy shrugs; closed, noncommittal, certainly not prepared to give her secrets away to just anybody, least of all some transgenic off the street who is already asking for a bit too much. Weapons are one thing, quality coffee is quite another.

So Max doesn’t press. Sources of such necessities are closely guarded these days and no one gives up their network without a fight. She already knows that Buffy, despite her age, is a slayer, the oldest ever, and is more than capable of holding her own against a transgenic half her age, so there’s no point in trying to literally twist her arm. Besides, Buffy’s contacts are the very definition of shady, they’re dark, supernatural and occult, and Max is not going to get involved with that otherworldly shit, even for the best coffee she has ever tasted.

She sucks up her disappointment and takes another sip of the fantastic cup. The deliciously bitter tang of the smooth Colombian roast bursts on her tongue and she’s just gone. There’s no going back to the toxic stuff now. People survive on that sludge, but now she’s tasted coffee nirvana she might have to find something else to drink.

Buffy kindly offers Max a refill. Max eagerly holds out her cup for more and watches impatiently as the liquid fills the cup to the brim. At least the old slayer is generous with the joe, even if she won’t spill the beans about where it’s from.

She drains the second cup all too quickly and it’s time to discuss business, but as she starts to ask about the special equipment she’s looking for, half her mind is already planning how she can dupe Alec into giving the arm twisting a try.

If he comes through with coffee as good as this though, she’d be forever in his debt. And if he’s really lucky, she'll even let him have some.




I'm still up for prompting here. Supernatural, Dark Angel or BtVS! But no more crossovers please.

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Ooh, I like this! Though I only know Max from ancient trailers...

she won’t spill the beans

You couldn't resist, could you? ;)

(Of course, the main question in my mind is WHERE'S THE TILLOW??)

I suppose there's not much in this that needs knowing, except that stuff is hard to find in the future.

No, I couldn't resist, you know me.

Prompt me for some more Tillow, and you might get!

Prompt me for some more Tillow, and you might get!

But that would take all the fun out of it!

Oh, this is fantastic! I love it! I'm so glad you enjoyed writing it after all.

Good coffee is one of the best things in life (well, if you like coffee at all ...) and of course Buffy would have the best sources in the dystopian future.

Glad you liked it, this was one of those painless stories that come so rarely to me.

I do like coffee, lots! As long as there's no creamer anywhere near it.

nothing like a good story with a good cup of coffee.

Loved it.


Although, it's Colombian coffee not Columbian, it's my duty as a Colombian to point that out.
:P

Sorry! Duly noted and fixed. That was because Columbia was my favourite space shuttle when I was ten. :D

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