Drabbleage

Written for open_on_sunday's "In like a lion/out like a lamb" challenge. Gunn/Fred, rated G.


Just that morning in the diner he had playfully dotted her nose with whipped butter from her massive stack of pancakes. Fred giggled and scolded him sweetly before she dug into her breakfast. The girl could eat.

The girl could also kick ass. She sank her axe into the demon’s skull seconds before it jumped him from behind. Gunn was busy fighting two vamps and never saw it coming. All he heard was her fierce yelp and the thwack of metal on flesh and bone. She smiled at him, her nose now dotted with demon slime.

That was his girl.