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This story is No. 2 in the series "Fan Flashworks". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: and the One Time He (Kind Of) Did... Andrew has a big mouth, and the Scoobies have a big job keeping said mouth from running away too often. Written for DW comm Fan Flashworks, prompt = Five Times

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Multiple Crossings > Andrew-CenteredMissEFR1551,966056,17021 Mar 1221 Mar 12Yes

Dr Helen Magnus, The Sanctuary Network

Long, waving, raven-dark hair on a statuesque beauty that reminded her, oddly, of a combination of Giles and Xander. She couldn’t quite work that one out, but it was possible that it was the dark hair combined with the ‘what the hell are you talking about?’ look that Giles often wore, back in the early days of Sunnydale. Of course, the woman Willow was admiring was talking to Andrew…

Talking to Andrew…

Wearing a ‘what the hell?’ expression.

Willow marched up, smiled sweetly at the brunette as she dropped a startlingly strong hand onto Andrew’s shoulder, and dragged him to one side. “Andrew,” she hissed, “what are you doing?”

Andrew opened wide, hurt eyes at Willow. “We were just talking,” he whimpered. “Dr Magnus has the most fascinating tales to tell of the Abnormals that she deals with, and I was about to tell her about the demons and witches we deal with, and -”

Amazingly, he was stopped by Willow’s upheld finger. She pinched the bridge of her nose. She drew in a breath, held it, and exhaled slowly. She counted down from ten in Latin. She opened her eyes. “No more,” she instructed sternly. “We do not tell outsiders about what we do unless we absolutely have to. In fact, if I catch you about to spill like that again, I will get Kennedy’s used shaver, and I will castrate you. Do you understand?”

Andrew wavered on his feet for a moment, turned a delicate ashen colour then collapsed, murmuring a faint, “Icky,” as he did.


Helen Magnus frowned as she looked at the odd young man now lying at the redhead’s feet. The redhead blushed, and gave a little wave before looking around then darting off. She made a mental note to investigate Mr Wells and his companion. He was … interesting.
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