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Fic: From the secret files of FHB: pre-MTV Awards
Title: From the Secret Files of FHB: pre-MTV Awards
author: Sascha with helps from certain people who know who they are.
characters: lots
grading: mature
style: popfic!
In retrospect, replacing all of Jake's coffee with decaf wasn't the brightest idea he'd ever had.
Dean stared at his reflection in the mirror.
But, seriously, who'd thought Jake's revenge would be this fucking insane? Especially the day they were going to MTV Music Awards? And might possibly win something?
He wasn't even going to think about what had been in that Jack Daniels yesterday for Jake to manage to add multicoloured hair extensions to his head without Dean waking up.
Rory was going to kill him. (1)
(1) Dean. Dean would be killed as he had the interesting hair, although it was so Jake's fault and Jake should be punished. A lot. (2)
(2) It was possible that when they had first got together, they had been a nice, peaceful, non-pranking boyband. (3)
(3) But very unlikely.
* * *
"Where's me rum?"
"Gone," said Rory, and giggled to herself as she fired off another IM to 'BraidBoy'. Their love was very very secret. She was convinced no one could possibly know.
Barbossa sighed deeply and regarded his empty glass sadly. "The rum. It's always gone. I must get more."
"No." Rory looked up and gave him a stern frown. "MTV awards! Very important!"
Barbossa brightened. "Lots of rum!"
* * *
Anakin was playing Sammy's debut album (1) again. And grinning. Dean was starting to wonder if he'd ever done anything really bad to him.
Besides that time with the itching powder and the latex.
And that time with the spork.
Oh, and the butterfly barrette.
Right, and then there was the bright blue vodka...
But besides that.
(1) "Can't get you out of my mind", "Baby's on fire" and "Autoeroticasphyxiationally" were big hits from said album. Anakin had a disturbing fondness for all of them, and was frequently overheard humming on one of them. (2)
(2) Sammy wasn't sure whether to be flattered or very, very scared.
* * *
"I still don't like you," Becky -- it was Becky, right? -- informed him as she zipped up her boots.
"I'm totally fine with that," Alec assured her.
Possibly Becky eyed him, then kicked him in the thigh to make him roll over so she could get her bra back.
Alec gave her a wounded look and rubbed the bruise.
"Bye-bye!" Maybe Becky waved her bra at him and sauntered off.
Alec stretched and fell asleep.
A minute later Buffy poked her head in, smiling brightly. "Time to get up! Awards show in 30 minutes!" When Alec didn't react, she walked over to the bed, grabbed his feet and pulled him bodily out of the bed.
Ka-dunk!
"What the hell?!" Alec protested, rubbing his head, and wondering if he could get Molly instead of Buffy if he asked really really nicely.
* * *
Molly and Xander were waiting in the hotel lounge. They had been on time as according to schedule. They had assumed no one else would be and had therefor ordered lunch. Molly was currently sporting a very nifty pink hat with SECURITY written on in black print and a yellow sundress. She looked very cute.
Xander, on the other hand, had been unable to escape Bridge-the-stylist and was wearing black veryvery tight leather pants and some sort of jungle printed mesh top. And gloves.
Bridge had an unhealthy obsession with gloves.
Xander did not want to know. (1)
Molly looked at her glow in the dark wristwatch and frowned. "They should be here by now."
"I think Jake said he was gonna go directly from Starbucks (2)," Xander said doubtfully. "He had to drink decaf all of yesterday, 'cause Dean replaced all of the coffee on the bus."
"Oh no."
"Yeah, it was horrible," Xander agreed. "I thought -I- was gonna cry."
"No, I mean--" Molly was staring wide eyed at something behind Xander. Xander turned around.
"..."
"Shutthefuckup," growled Dean.
Anakin tipped his hat at them and beamed. In a sulky sort of way. It was the kind of thing he did.
(1) But secretly he kind of did.
(2) Jake always did research on the cities they were due to play in, appear in, drive through or fly over, and if there were no coffee shops, he simply refused to go.
* * *
"That's quite the fashion statement," said Alec and tried not to laugh. Well. Not too much anyway. Dean's hair had pink in it! And aqua! Surely no one would mistake them for twins now?
Dean glowered. Rory sighed. Xander took a step back. Anakin beamed, and Jake took a sip of his coffee.
author: Sascha with helps from certain people who know who they are.
characters: lots
grading: mature
style: popfic!
In retrospect, replacing all of Jake's coffee with decaf wasn't the brightest idea he'd ever had.
Dean stared at his reflection in the mirror.
But, seriously, who'd thought Jake's revenge would be this fucking insane? Especially the day they were going to MTV Music Awards? And might possibly win something?
He wasn't even going to think about what had been in that Jack Daniels yesterday for Jake to manage to add multicoloured hair extensions to his head without Dean waking up.
Rory was going to kill him. (1)
(1) Dean. Dean would be killed as he had the interesting hair, although it was so Jake's fault and Jake should be punished. A lot. (2)
(2) It was possible that when they had first got together, they had been a nice, peaceful, non-pranking boyband. (3)
(3) But very unlikely.
* * *
"Where's me rum?"
"Gone," said Rory, and giggled to herself as she fired off another IM to 'BraidBoy'. Their love was very very secret. She was convinced no one could possibly know.
Barbossa sighed deeply and regarded his empty glass sadly. "The rum. It's always gone. I must get more."
"No." Rory looked up and gave him a stern frown. "MTV awards! Very important!"
Barbossa brightened. "Lots of rum!"
* * *
Anakin was playing Sammy's debut album (1) again. And grinning. Dean was starting to wonder if he'd ever done anything really bad to him.
Besides that time with the itching powder and the latex.
And that time with the spork.
Oh, and the butterfly barrette.
Right, and then there was the bright blue vodka...
But besides that.
(1) "Can't get you out of my mind", "Baby's on fire" and "Autoeroticasphyxiationally" were big hits from said album. Anakin had a disturbing fondness for all of them, and was frequently overheard humming on one of them. (2)
(2) Sammy wasn't sure whether to be flattered or very, very scared.
* * *
"I still don't like you," Becky -- it was Becky, right? -- informed him as she zipped up her boots.
"I'm totally fine with that," Alec assured her.
Possibly Becky eyed him, then kicked him in the thigh to make him roll over so she could get her bra back.
Alec gave her a wounded look and rubbed the bruise.
"Bye-bye!" Maybe Becky waved her bra at him and sauntered off.
Alec stretched and fell asleep.
A minute later Buffy poked her head in, smiling brightly. "Time to get up! Awards show in 30 minutes!" When Alec didn't react, she walked over to the bed, grabbed his feet and pulled him bodily out of the bed.
Ka-dunk!
"What the hell?!" Alec protested, rubbing his head, and wondering if he could get Molly instead of Buffy if he asked really really nicely.
* * *
Molly and Xander were waiting in the hotel lounge. They had been on time as according to schedule. They had assumed no one else would be and had therefor ordered lunch. Molly was currently sporting a very nifty pink hat with SECURITY written on in black print and a yellow sundress. She looked very cute.
Xander, on the other hand, had been unable to escape Bridge-the-stylist and was wearing black veryvery tight leather pants and some sort of jungle printed mesh top. And gloves.
Bridge had an unhealthy obsession with gloves.
Xander did not want to know. (1)
Molly looked at her glow in the dark wristwatch and frowned. "They should be here by now."
"I think Jake said he was gonna go directly from Starbucks (2)," Xander said doubtfully. "He had to drink decaf all of yesterday, 'cause Dean replaced all of the coffee on the bus."
"Oh no."
"Yeah, it was horrible," Xander agreed. "I thought -I- was gonna cry."
"No, I mean--" Molly was staring wide eyed at something behind Xander. Xander turned around.
"..."
"Shutthefuckup," growled Dean.
Anakin tipped his hat at them and beamed. In a sulky sort of way. It was the kind of thing he did.
(1) But secretly he kind of did.
(2) Jake always did research on the cities they were due to play in, appear in, drive through or fly over, and if there were no coffee shops, he simply refused to go.
* * *
"That's quite the fashion statement," said Alec and tried not to laugh. Well. Not too much anyway. Dean's hair had pink in it! And aqua! Surely no one would mistake them for twins now?
Dean glowered. Rory sighed. Xander took a step back. Anakin beamed, and Jake took a sip of his coffee.