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| Buffy Diaries - Money! Money! Money! by fallen_angel (13 Reviews) | | - - - abc |  | | | Disclaimer : Buffy and all BtVS and AtS characters are property of Joss and ME. He gives them doomed love lives and I give them fairy tales.
A/N: Thanks to spikes mrs for looking this over. You rock girl
Thank you to my reviewers:deedo,DeanSamWinchesterfan,tg1982, Tina, Tia, Mickey and dare2differ
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Every joy and comfort in life is bound to a rupee, a dollar or a pound!
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G iles called off the LA slayer without protest. For years, his strategy for repairing our damaged relationship seems to be to give me whatever I want. I was glad for it this time because I did not have the heart to argue. It’d been a long day. First I slept in, next Willow called and told me that the scholarship results were going to be out and then I was late for class.
Willow got the scholarship and is now out celebrating with Xander. I got it too but I’m stuck in the library, catching up on the classes I missed and daydreamed through. Med school’s damm tough and I’m just surprised I made it into one.
It’s been a rocky path to here, wherever here is. When Sunnydale collapsed, we moved to Rome and I went back to college (studying seemed like a good way to get my mind off all the friends I lost in the apocalypse). My new friend Ti (The Immortal sounds so poncy….er need to watch the British slang) had great contacts and he helped me get admission into a good college. Two years of college and private tuitions later… Ta-da! I made it into St. Govain Medical School (another poncy name), London . St. Govain has over five hundred hospitals and schools all over the globe and features in the top 50 medical bodies of the world.
Ti was okay for a rebound but we didn’t last. Just before I moved to London , I caught him in bed with a skanky vamp. I dusted the b**** and earned Ti a new name ‘The Invalid’. I never did check to see if he got his head out of the toilet.
These seven years have been fruitful in ways too. In a month’s time, I’ll be earning my first salary as a medical intern at a top-notch hospital (part of the scholarship I won, they’re also refunding fifty percent of my med school expenses plus paying ten percent of my post grad expenses)! I have repaired my relationship with Will and Xander (still working on Giles) and my bond with Dawn has never been stronger. Dawn has become the best little sister; no more whining, complaining or getting into trouble. She lets me borrow all her clothes, is totally supportive and a fabulous cook!
Dawn’s also quite a globetrotter; she spends all her holidays traveling. She visits Xander in Sydney , Cordy in LA (I do not know what memories of Queen C the monks stuffed into my sister’s head, they are the best of friends), Andrew in Shoryaveersthan and her slayer friends who live all over this blue-green orb.
Only place she never goes is Faith and Wood’s house in New York . Dawn hasn’t forgiven Wood for attempting to kill Spike (neither have I). I guess no matter how mad she was at him in Sunnydale; he’s still her best friend.
Dawn makes it up to Faith by tagging along with her for her tours. Faith’s become a celeb singer, won a dozen awards, her songs are chart-toppers and everyone is crazy about her band. It is called The Beauty and the Beast . Faith’s the beauty and Lorne’s the beast. Fans think the green getup is part of Lorne’s beast look; no one knows he is a demon. It’s kindda funny, slayer and demon ruling teen hearts!
This time Dawn’s gone to Toronto with Becky * the love of her life*. While she’s there, she’s going to recruit a new slayer. The procedure is simple, you tell them that they’re a slayer, recount slayer history, give a job description and finalize the salary (yes, Giles pays the slayers. I got seven years worth in one go and spent it on the great Summers’ re-education movement ). Then they undergo a six-month training, get a watcher, are assigned a town/city and sent off to save the world. What a way to tell someone they’re ruined for eternity!
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When I tell Dawn about the scholarship, she gets totally excited and we do a happy jig around the living room.
“So they give us back money?”
“Yes, but it’s about more than that. I get to work in one of the most prestigious hospitals of the world!”
“Yah-yah. But they give us money right?”
“Yup.”
“Yey! We get mo-ney! We get mo-ney! We get mo-ney!”
“Yah, and the privilege of living in the same city as Andrew again,” I mutter sarcastically. “I forbid you invite him over. He comes for a week and stays for a month!”
“We get mo-ney! We get mo-ney! We get mo-ney!”
“Did you hear a word I said?”
“We get mo-ney! We get mo-ney! We get mo-ney!”
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Shoryaveersthan, it’s a small Asian country. Basically, it is a group of three hundred interconnected islands on the Indian Ocean . It has a variety of intermingled cultures: British, French, Persian, Indian and Spanish. The locals speak both fluent English and Hindi/Urdu. Each Island has a slightly different climate and terrain. This is of course, all according to Willow . I can’t even pronounce the name of the place!
Our Island , which is also the capital, is called Martandbhav or The Land of the Sun. The unique thing about the island is that it has sunny beaches in the summer and snow in the winter. It’d make for a fascinating wardrobe! Oh and it’s famous for its dance and music (once again, according to Willow ).
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We arrive at the island via the sea (Dawn’s idea) and take a cab to the city, which is just a kilometer from the harbor. The sky’s a clear blue; the air’s fresh and cool. Lush-green hills flank either side of the road and written artistically on the slopes with wild flowerbeds is:’ Agar firdaus bar rooe zaminst haminasto haminasto haminast’
“It means if there is paradise on earth it is here, it is here, it is here,” Dawn supplied smartly.
I have to agree; if there is paradise on earth it’s on this island and nowhere else.
tbc
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A/N: Have faith in me and please stick around.
Shoryaveersthan is a figment of my imagination and so is St. Govain . A fictional place gives me free reign to do whatever I want with location, history etc.
Lines at the begining are a rough translation of the Hindi song Meter Down from Taxi No 9 2 11.
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