Airtime
The young man sat at a long, conference-room type table. He stared blankly at the pile of unused paper in front of him, "Season 5" written at the top of the first page. He sighed as he put his pen to the paper and tried to write but nothing would come. He laid his head down on the desk and strained his head trying to think of an idea. There was a knock at the door. A teen stood at the door, dressed in Janitor's clothes.
"Oh, I didn't realize anyone was still here. Sorry to disturb you. I'll come back later when you're gone." He turned with his cart of cleaning materials.
"No, wait!" Cried the man " Come in, I could do with some inspiration." He pointed to the seat beside him.
The boy reluctantly entered and sat down. "Well, Mr Whedon, what can I do for you?"
"Call me Joss. And well, you watch the show Buffy right?"
"Every Tuesday! 7/8pm central, I never miss it."
"Well, I've got a sort of dilemma. You see, the writers want ideas for Season 5, and, well, I don't have any. Except for this "Dawn" Character. But Apart from that, I'm dry!"
"Um, I really have to go… I have to finish my rounds or my boss will have my head" The boy got up and hurried out. As he left, he yelled a hurried "Good Luck!"
Joss put his head back on the table.
Part 2
Bang, bang, bang.
Joss woke with a jump. He turned; someone was knocked on the door.
The door burst open.
"Wake up sleepy head!" Yelled a tall, dark haired man. Joss couldn't make out who it was, the light was too bright. As his eyes adjusted, Joss realized who it was and jumped out of his chair.
"D-david?" Joss Stuttered. But this wasn't David. David never acted like this…
"Close, but still wrong… But everyone here is a winner! Guess what you've won!" The figure broke into an evil grin and pulled Joss by the collar "a one way ticket to hell!!" He spat the last word in his face as he pushed Joss to the ground.
"I'm d-dreaming… I have to be" Joss pinched himself. "Oww!"
"No, here, I got more proof. Pinches just aren't as effective…" Angeleus swung his fist in Joss's direction but it was stopped right in front of Joss's face.
"Now mate, we don't want to be killing the creator before he's met our demands. Do we?" The blond man in a black duster smiled at Joss. "Though, afterwards, I might be a bit peckish."
"What the hell?"
"That's right. On the subject of Hell, I don't like it much. I want back in to the program!" Smiled Willow in her black bodysuit.
"Ditto." Came Xander's voice.
Joss stared at the people around him. Angeleus sat on the table eying Joss's neck as though he couldn't wait to break it. Spike stood frowning at Joss, With Willow beside him playing with Xander's hair, who had his arms folded across his chest frowning.
"Hey, where's the party? I heard you guys were getting together and I thought maybe I could…" Anya stood in the doorway as the smile fell from her face as she noticed Joss.
"Oh, It's you. You know, life is really dull since you took my powers. At least you could get me a fake id. I mean, pepsi gets boring after awhile."
"At least you're not in hell. " Muttered Xander.
"Xander? What are you doing here? With her? I thought we were… and now!"
"Do I know you? Wait, ex-demon, right?" Xander turned to her, obviously annoyed.
Anya stomped from the room feeling very pissed off and almost knocking over spike on her way out.
"So, what do you want?" Joss tuned to the group of potentially dangerous group of people.
"More Air Time Idiot." Came a voice from the back of the room.
"Buffy?"
Part 3
"Damn Right." She vamped out and walked to sit with Angeleus. He grinned, his eyes alight with pleasure. She sat comfortably in his lap.
"Keep to yourself, you too. Plenty o' time to get aquainted later." Spike said cautioned.
"Forget more airtime. More of this." Angeleus muttered, his eyes still on Buffy.
Finally Joss mustered up all his courage and spoke out. "No. I won't. I can't"
All of the group vamped out at the moment, almost as though they had expected it.
"Oh well, what a waste." Sighed Willow. "I get first dibs!"
"Will there be any left for me?" Came another British voice behind Joss. He whirled around to see a goth version of Giles sitting behind him
"Woah… but… you're not even… not even there."
"That's what you'd think. But it's been thought about. Has it not?"
"Get lost, old man." Spat Angeleus.
"No kidding, Ripper. This isn't your place." Sighed Spike
Giles pulled up a chair and sat down, grinning directly at Angeleus who stood immediately shoving Buffy of his lap. He walked over to Giles and stood towering over him. He threw a fist. But there was no connection. It never hit the target. Giles now sat on the other side of the room grinning even more so.
"Joss, you never did tell them all that I'm capable of. What Ethan spoke about. Funny, how vampirism makes you so much stronger."
Angeleus jumped over to Giles and this time, his fist connected. Giles held Angeleus' trembling fist in his hand, laughing. He stood and threw it aside.
"Think about it, Whedon. Bloody Hell, it's boring enough sitting up there in people's minds with Dawn and that new demon who's supposed to get rid of Riley."
Buffy pumped the air at this as Giles walked out of the room laughing. Joss looked bewildered.
Part 4
Joss looked around and started to scream…
"Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!"
He suddenly sat up as he felt a tap on his back. He turned around to see the Janitor guy looking at him as though he was insane…
"Sir, I need to close up now. Maybe you want to go home?"
Joss stared around the room, the vampires were gone. He sighed with relieve.
"Right… I'll go now" He picked up his stuff and walked out of the room. He looked down at his paper with the "Season 5" at the top.
He dropped the paper and ran to his car……..
Written in blood it said "MORE AIR TIME!!!!"
FIN
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