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by silvermoonlady (silvermoonlady)
at February 24th, 2006 (09:01 am)

current mood: hyper

So, sitting excitedly, as if on a thousand pins, it came to me the time to do hommage to the Weavil, and I set forth upon the perilous adventure, as assigned by the Grand Momma-Goddess of Drabbles, the ever treasured and succintly named Al. Then the bunny bit and lo! it was a pack of bunnies... And the result arrived below!

Title: The Key
Rating: W (for weird)
Warnings: painful X-overs and snappy comebacks
Characters: too many!
Summary: The Weavil is the Key, and everybody wants it!
Disclaimer: characters may have been sprained and sullied in this endeavor, but all in good cause, and all shall be returned to their copyrighted state at the end... whenever the end comes...
Length: mutating drabble... so far it's a series of 6...

The Key

“I’ve found it, Scully!”
“Found what, Mulder?” his partner asked tiredly, looking up from the report she was trying to finish.
When the eccentric agent didn’t answer, hunched over his desk in unusually intent concentration, she came over to gaze over his shoulder at the object of his attention.
“What is it?” she asked again.
“I’m sure of it this time,” he said, turning to her with boyish excitement writ broad across his face. “This is it, Scully; the Weavil is the key!”
Scully stared skeptically at his ‘proof’, thinking wistfully that this was going to be another long weekend…


This investigation was developing in stranger directions than even Scully was accustomed, and she momentarily wished her career had taken another path. There was something undeniably wrong with the skulking figures that whelmed through the shadows and filled the dark alley with harsh sounds and a distinctive stench she couldn’t place.
As they inched towards the well-lit street, she and Mulder dared not look away from the seething mass, still restrained by some unseen leash.
“Give up the Weavil, mortals!” a sepulchral voice intoned, sending shudders up her spine.
“Not a chance,” Mulder replied, shoving Scully out of the alley.


“Trust me, lady, things are weirder than you think,” the whippy blonde said with a sour grin, as Scully tried to step around her.

“No doubt,” the irritated agent replied, pulling her badge. “FBI. You’d best leave.”

“Don’t I wish,” the aforementioned teen smirked, sprinting into the shadows.

Scully shook her head, starting again towards the mouth of the alley, when another unexpected figure stood in her way, only slightly more on the tall, dark and handsome scale of things.

“Our little Slayer can be stubborn, but the Weavil must be saved,” he said, depthless eyes capturing her own.



“Come on, Scully!”

The red-haired agent vaguely heard her partner shouting in her ear as he dragged her away from the dark-eyed stranger.


“We’ve got to get the Weavil hidden away.”

“But…” Scully replied, gesturing back towards the alley, where the sounds of violence and snappy banter continued.

“Yeah,” he replied, his grin not a little mischievous. “Well, let’s hope the distraction is enough to give us a head start.”

Scully settled into the car, still trying to puzzle out the last five minutes.


“Things that go bump in the night, Scully,” Mulder said with an amused wink.


The Witch-King looked down at the unarmored mortal defeating his orcs.

This simply would not do.

He slipped into the shadows to follow the strangers his every instinct said would lead him to his prize, the precious Weavil. He soon lost even ethereal sight of them and found himself wishing for Fluffy to speed his pursuit. The fell beast had been useful, though stupid and smelly, even to his shorted senses; but the Weavil would set it all right again, along with powers beyond imagining. He grinned fiercely, not noticing the lights and lives that were doused by his excitement.


“We’ll have to go outside the school to do this,” Harry muttered, shaking out his invisibility cloak.

“That isn’t a good idea, right now, you know,” Hermione said, caution as ineffective as ever. A glance towards Ron promised no assistance; his eyes were bright with excitement.

“It’s too important to leave to chance. If the Death Eaters get to the Weavil first… There’ll be nowhere safe for anyone.”

The familiar look of stubborn determination was now on Harry’s face, and Hermione resigned herself to ‘tagging along’, because, really, someone had to make sure everything turned out alright in the end.


*cackles madly, fending off medications and sleep to pursue the caffein crazed bunnies leaping about*


Posted by: * (one_binka)
Posted at: February 24th, 2006 03:27 pm (UTC)

Outstanding! These are excellent, funny and wonderfully done. Can't wait to read more :)

Posted by: silvermoonlady (silvermoonlady)
Posted at: February 27th, 2006 04:54 pm (UTC)

Thanks!!! I plan to bribe mutant muse with coffee and chocolate tonight to complete this bizarre arc... :)))

Posted by: Alassante (alassante)
Posted at: February 24th, 2006 05:53 pm (UTC)
Snoopy Squee

I am just so stunned beyond comprehension right now. How in the hell did you do this??? Its awesome and you got in so many fandoms yet it flowed well. *bows before the Queen of Crossovers* And it was funny as hell. I betcha The Weavil, our Weavil, will lurve this!!

Posted by: silvermoonlady (silvermoonlady)
Posted at: February 27th, 2006 04:59 pm (UTC)

Oh tis my fervent hope our Weavil will enjoy it:))) *blushes 6 shades of crimson* it was a great and funny trip, which will hopefully keep on producing much pain and laughter.:)))

Posted by: Jessica Ramage (space_weavil)
Posted at: February 24th, 2006 07:24 pm (UTC)


*Cackle some more*

SW (rabid SML fangirl now even more rabid)

Posted by: silvermoonlady (silvermoonlady)
Posted at: February 27th, 2006 05:00 pm (UTC)

Only my deep fangirling of your wicked self could allow the muse such inspiration, my dear:))))

Posted by: Rhapsody the Bard (rhapsody11)
Posted at: February 25th, 2006 10:33 am (UTC)

Scully shook her head, starting again towards the mouth of the alley, when another unexpected figure stood in her way, only slightly more on the tall, dark and handsome scale of things.

*guh.... saunters over to the DVD collection for Angel DVD boxes*

This is so neat Sil, a drabble series! Excellent, just give us more.. soon :)

Posted by: silvermoonlady (silvermoonlady)
Posted at: February 27th, 2006 05:01 pm (UTC)

Thanks! *wildly blushing*

*advances on the unsuspecting muse in the corner, armed with coffee, chocolate & flattery*

Will do my best!

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