Still Grrr

Title Assistant
Author elphie_7/damnmuse (writing journal)
Rating PG
Word Count 466
Prompt 053 -- Crossover
Characters/Pairing (if any) Buffy, Dwight Schrute (from The Office)
A/N Take place sometime around BtVS season 6. My first Buffy AND my first Office fic, all rolled into one! Also my first submission to this, obviously :D



An unusual chill swept across Sunnydale. Clouds rolled in late that afternoon and a thick layer of fog quickly followed. Birds stopped whistling, squirrels took cover in nearby brush and trees, and people had long since vacated the streets. A mysterious silence filled every crevice of the town, from the remains of the old high school to the cemetery.

Buffy noticed none of this. True, she was practically waist-deep in vampires at the moment, but a completely different annoyance was grating on her nerves as she punched and roundhouse-kicked her way over to the man clinging to her stakes, a peculiar mix of terror and determination spread across his, well, rather peculiar face.

"Gimme!" Buffy yelled, reaching for the closest stake. She plunged it deep into the chest of the vampire stumbling toward her, that last kick still rattling where his brain ought to have been. Another plunge and another, until the dust of three overeager vampires fell to the ground. Buffy wiped sweat from her brow and turned to glare at the strange man biting his bottom lip behind her. "I told you to stay back, Dwight!"

"I know that," Dwight said, still chewing irritatingly on his lip. "But I think that as Assistant Slayer-"

"Assistant to the Slayer," Buffy forcefully reminded, crossing her arms for effect. Why did I agree to that ridiculous title? she wondered to herself.

"Yeah, yeah ... I think that I should be here to help take out the vampires and forces of evil in the world." He stared at her in a way that both made her uncomfortable and made her want to burst out laughing in hysterics. Ever since he had come to town from some office in Pennsylvania, Buffy had doubted him. He wears a pocket protector for crying out loud, she thought.

Still, he wasn't all useless. Dwight had come to town looking for vampires; he told Buffy that one of his coworkers had become one and he needed to "vanquish" him before Dwight himself became "infected." She hadn't quite had the heart to tell him just yet that the process in becoming a vampire does not generally last days - weeks even - and that he'd most likely been played. Poor Dwight, she found herself thinking as she shook dirt from her hair and stared at him out of the corner of her eye. He'd proven helpful on more than one occasion already: carving stakes, finding new hiding places for the rest of the Scoobies, and even giving a rousing, heartfelt number on the woes of office work that time Sweet came to town and forced everyone to sing and dance around Sunnydale.

Then again ...

"Question," he began, and Buffy once again knew all too well why she had secretly hoped Spike's chip didn't work for Dwight either.