Slayers' Rules
Nov. 25th, 2015 11:38 pm(It's fine to be listening to a Christmas song before Thanksgiving if it happens to be in the Peanuts movie. I've had it stuck in my head since.)
Main Points:
Buffy the Vampire Slayer/NCIS crossover
Summary: Better done by tags, title, and story
Word Count: 330
Rating: Gen
“Awww, come on, tell me! The girls love these rules, and they’ve come up with a few of their own.”
Xander grimaces at the phone, knowing Dawn can’t see him. “Do I even want to know?”
“Never get between a Slayer and her food. Never get between a Slayer and her shower. If there’s a hot guy, it’s your duty to see who can get him to blush the hardest. If it’s serious, it’s serious, but quips are always appropriate.”
“Stark would love some of those Rules.” The one-eyed man can tell the instant DiNozzo has heard his nickname, because of the sudden attention. The former police officer probably thinks he’s being surreptitious, but he’s never been in a war zone, and, well, Sunnydale is pretty much as good as. Was. If you mess up, you very well could die, so no mistakes. “And, just so you know, Gibbs numbers his. Makes it easier to reference a Rule without having to say the whole thing, which for a man of few and always meaningful words is a plus.”
“So. What’s the numbering system?”
Xander shrugs, knowing that’s not going to help her any either. He doesn’t particularly understand how the man’s head works, even as he’s got a better insight, apparently, than anyone else. “It’s not necessarily in order of importance, and there are a few doubled up, so.”
“Well, we’re still working on it. Tell Tony the girls say hi. I’d list their names, but you’d probably forget a couple and no one wants angry Slayers on your tail.” She’s smiling on the other end, he can tell.
"I'd say not to encourage him, but not encouraging would probably be a violation of Slayer Rule Number Six, so I'll pass along the message." He hangs up and it's all he can do not to burst out laughing as he glances up and sees Tony, trying and failing to be utterly casual, leaning on the divider near his desk.