Post by Jessy on Mar 24, 2005 10:47:27 GMT -5
I'm not sure how many of you will remember this but...
I said I'd write one and here it is: A Buffy/Simpsons Crossover.
Timeline: Buffy is 10. Mr Summers has run off with his secretary and sold the house that Buffy and Joyce were living in so they move to Springfield.
Disclaimer: It is all Matt Greoning and Joss Whendon.
Slayer in Sprinfield
"Mom, why do we have to move?" 10 year old Buffy pulled at her mother's cardi and whined. The woman put her hand to her head and sighed. "Buffy, you know why. I need a change of air after-" Joyce stopped as she recalled what her husband had done. And with their child so young. But that was in the past. For all she knew, her husband was in another country with that trollop. So they were moving.
There had been two places, one named Sunnydale, the other a town called Springfield. Her daughter had chosen Springfield. They would be living in Evergreen Terrace. It was a goodish neighbourhood with some charming people. The Flanders, the Lovejoys, all kind, good people. Reverend Lovejoy had a charming daughter Buffy's age, what was her name? Kind, Prayre, Faith. That was it, Faith Jessica.
Joyce sighed and turned to her daughter who was being lifted into the cab of the van by the driver. Joyce climbed in after her and settled herself for the long journey ahead.
"Homer! Homer! Get out of bed, the new people have arrived!" Marge took off her apron, ran out of the kitchen and stood in the hall. "Kids, get your good clothes on. Come on. Homer!" From upstairs a faint 'D'oh' was heard. this was soon followed by some growling and some mild swearing. However, soon enough Homer came downstairs and Marge felt her family was at least presentable.
Bart was muttering as they crossed the road. "Stupid new neighbours, why'd I have to meet them? Wanna play with Milhouse. Stupid girl, won't know any games-" Lisa interupted him. "Bart, we're there, stop muttering." Bart looked up and saw a house like his own except neater. As they neared the door they saw the Ned Flanders leaving. Homer laughed at the thought of the poor neighbours, remembering his own musical welcome.
Joyce waved goodbye to Ned who cried out a friendly "Have a roonist tootinistly time neighbourino. Hope you're de-diddly-lighted with the neighbourhood." Joyce gave a last weak smile before shutting the door ony to open it again moments later. She put a hand to her head. How many people lived here?
Marge immediatly saw the problem and guided Joyce to a nice comfy chair. Lisa helped by fetching some ice wrapped in a flannel. Joyce sighed happily. Then Homer walked in. "Marge, where is the beer?" Marge hmmmmd worriedly.
"Excuse him please."
Joyce waved a hand as if to say, I've seen worse. Then she sat up. "Where's Buffy?"
"Who?"
"My daughter." Joyce looked around, worried.
"Oh, don't worry. As long as Bart is here she can't get in too much troub- Where is Bart?" Both mothers crossed to the window. There were Buffy and Bart, standing at opposite ends of the garden not looking at each other.
I said I'd write one and here it is: A Buffy/Simpsons Crossover.
Timeline: Buffy is 10. Mr Summers has run off with his secretary and sold the house that Buffy and Joyce were living in so they move to Springfield.
Disclaimer: It is all Matt Greoning and Joss Whendon.
Slayer in Sprinfield
"Mom, why do we have to move?" 10 year old Buffy pulled at her mother's cardi and whined. The woman put her hand to her head and sighed. "Buffy, you know why. I need a change of air after-" Joyce stopped as she recalled what her husband had done. And with their child so young. But that was in the past. For all she knew, her husband was in another country with that trollop. So they were moving.
There had been two places, one named Sunnydale, the other a town called Springfield. Her daughter had chosen Springfield. They would be living in Evergreen Terrace. It was a goodish neighbourhood with some charming people. The Flanders, the Lovejoys, all kind, good people. Reverend Lovejoy had a charming daughter Buffy's age, what was her name? Kind, Prayre, Faith. That was it, Faith Jessica.
Joyce sighed and turned to her daughter who was being lifted into the cab of the van by the driver. Joyce climbed in after her and settled herself for the long journey ahead.
"Homer! Homer! Get out of bed, the new people have arrived!" Marge took off her apron, ran out of the kitchen and stood in the hall. "Kids, get your good clothes on. Come on. Homer!" From upstairs a faint 'D'oh' was heard. this was soon followed by some growling and some mild swearing. However, soon enough Homer came downstairs and Marge felt her family was at least presentable.
Bart was muttering as they crossed the road. "Stupid new neighbours, why'd I have to meet them? Wanna play with Milhouse. Stupid girl, won't know any games-" Lisa interupted him. "Bart, we're there, stop muttering." Bart looked up and saw a house like his own except neater. As they neared the door they saw the Ned Flanders leaving. Homer laughed at the thought of the poor neighbours, remembering his own musical welcome.
Joyce waved goodbye to Ned who cried out a friendly "Have a roonist tootinistly time neighbourino. Hope you're de-diddly-lighted with the neighbourhood." Joyce gave a last weak smile before shutting the door ony to open it again moments later. She put a hand to her head. How many people lived here?
Marge immediatly saw the problem and guided Joyce to a nice comfy chair. Lisa helped by fetching some ice wrapped in a flannel. Joyce sighed happily. Then Homer walked in. "Marge, where is the beer?" Marge hmmmmd worriedly.
"Excuse him please."
Joyce waved a hand as if to say, I've seen worse. Then she sat up. "Where's Buffy?"
"Who?"
"My daughter." Joyce looked around, worried.
"Oh, don't worry. As long as Bart is here she can't get in too much troub- Where is Bart?" Both mothers crossed to the window. There were Buffy and Bart, standing at opposite ends of the garden not looking at each other.
