Written by Czar Fruitcake
SUMMARY: Buffy gets hers.
Several days later, Anya sat on the couch, listening to Buffy rant at the Potentials.
“Chloe was stupid. I have the power, and the First has me using this power to BURY OUR BODIES!”
The girls all cringed. Anya eased her way off of the couch stealthily. Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee, she thought.
“…in fact you are all stupid. Spike is stupid and hot. Anya is stupid and useless. I am a rocket scientist with the power… the power…” Buffy’s voice built to an evil and laughing crescendo.
Anya brought her hand back, relishing the pre-THWACK motion. All of a sudden, Dawn picked up a text and said, her chest bouncing just a bit in her tight shirt, “Umerian-say ext-tay,” her eyes widening at her own brilliance.
“It appears to be written in some form of ancient Sumerian,” Dawn commented, biting her cheek in an effort to translate.
“Wow. How did you read that?” a token Potential asked.
“I have a degree in linguistics from Brigham Young University,” Dawn said, wide eyed and surprised the girl hadn’t known.
THWACK! Anya smacked Dawn upside the head. “First of all, you’re not an expert on linguistics,” Anya said, listening to the satisfying post-THWACK silence, “and second of all, it’s written in pig Latin.”
“I-HAY AVE-HAY E-THAY OWER-PAY!” Buffy screamed.
Out of nowhere, a portal opened in the Summers living room, and Buffy, drunk off of her own “ower-pay,” flung herself in. As the eldest Summers flew by, Anya reached out and…
THWACK! She grinned. Two Summers for the price of one. It was shaping up to be a beautiful day.