Damsel in Distress, My Ass

[Well I’ve been bound and gagged and I’ve been terrorized // And I’ve been castrated and I’ve been lobotomized // But never has my tormentor come in such a cunning disguise]

Co-written with stillacrime, whattingawhat and findmea_saint

It had taken several hours to figure out where he was but then again he had wanted to be found. Buffy walked into the monastery dressed for a fight, black leather pants, heeled boots and a black leather jacket. Her hair fell around her shoulders in loose curls. She looked over to Danny, taking in all the damage Angelus had done to him. Rage bubbled up inside of her and she choked it down because right now, uncontrollable rage wasn't going to do any good.

Danny looked to Buffy through the narrow slits of eyes. At this point he had lost a lot of blood. He was tired and he couldn't feel his hands and arms. Any movement made his entire body ache but he still shook his hands, pulling again on the chains. Everything Angelus had said he would do to and with Buffy was running through his mind. "No... no... go away..." He whispered. "Go away, baby please. Fuck." He looked up to the chains, the strain re-opening those cuts on his wrists so that fresh blood slid down the dried blood already on his arms.

"No way, Baby, we're gonna get you out of here and home. Your mom will have my head if we don't make to Christmas dinner and I might not be afraid of your dad but I am of your Mom," she told Danny. She looked over to Angelus, who was leaning against the wall with a smirk on his face while he smoked a cigarette. She crossed her arms over her chest and leaned her weight back on one leg.

"You hurt my boyfriend."

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7.7 - "So - you don't drink, you don't smoke, and you don't gamble. What do you do then? C'mon Michael, there must be something for you to confess! A little wank on the sofa during Baywatch isn't a mortal sin!" Cracker

OOC: Co-written with Danny (stillacrime) and Buffy (whattingawhat)





Danny’s phone rang as it often did, serving as an alarm to get up way before he wanted to get out of bed. A tug of one wrist clinked metal against wood and he rolled awkwardly onto his side to snag his phone off of the nightstand. “Summers.” He called out as he flipped through the messages on the phone to read a text from Stella.



419. Broadway & 5th. Meet you there. – Stel



Tossing his phone aside onto the mattress, he called out again. “Buffy!” He heard the door to their apartment open, close and lock and then saw Buffy appear in the doorway with two cups of coffee. “You got me coffee?”



“And sugary goodness.” Within seconds she noticed the look on Danny’s face and his cellphone on the mattress, wrinkling her nose at the obvious conclusion. She's been counting on a late morning. “Boo hiss, you have to go in early.” This statement was accompanied by a fierce pout.



“Yeah, sorry baby.” Danny answered, jiggling the hand cuffs that were holding one of his wrists to the headboard. “Where’s the key?”



"Uhm...it sorta got...I wasn't thinking about-" She stopped, doubling over in laughter. She couldn't continue the joke with the look on his face. She would have uncuffed him before she had left for coffee but he had been sleeping so peacefully she hadn't wanted to disturb him. “You know you're incredibly comfortable in handcuffs," she teased then ceased again. "I’m sorry, uhm…it's here somewhere. I swear.” She set everything down on the nightstand and began to shuffle around the sheets and pillows.



Danny smirked, his lips twisting into a crooked grin. “Stop foolin’ around, Sunshine. Where’s the key?”



“I’m looking! I’m looking!” She really was, and she knew she had had it last night when they had finally fallen asleep, a tangle of sheets and limbs. “Oh! Wait.” Getting to her knees, she plucked the key from the top of the wooden headboard. “Found it.”



“You gotta uncuff me so I can go to work, baby. Come on.” Danny reached to her with his free hand to tickle her.



She squirmed out of the way with a giggle. “I never should have uncuffed that one. There could be a hostage situation and Stockholm Syndrome.”


“Way I remember it, you liked this one uncuffed… a helluva lot, Summers.” He jiggled his wrist again, tugging at the handcuff. She leaned over him and obliged, slipping the key in to unsnap the cuffs. With no shame, Danny turned and pounced on her. He kissed her and then began to tickle her. He wasn’t sure how she did it, but it was nothing new for him to find himself flat on his back with Buffy having overpowered him. “Fine, you win. You win.”


"You're leaving. Definitely no winning here," Buffy said with a pout that was only half mock. Finally she sighed and leaned in to kiss him again. "Go. Tell Stella hi and there will be winning later when you get home. This time, I'm so losing the key."

[“You're good, baby, I'll give you that... but me? I'm magic.”
| Daredevil]

: Each voice here is done by their respective muns. Buffy=whattingawhat, Danny=stillacrime and Mac=at_anycost. This goes with the quadruple murder storyline.


Danny has been missing for almost seventy-two hours. Buffy is working on instinct more than anything because she's beyond exhausted. She's only gone home to shower and change at semi regular intervals. She tried sleep a couple of times to no avail. The thought of food made her nauseous. At Angel's suggestion, she's got a vampire on a leash. He's old, pissed off and in pain because it took a lot of coercion to convince him to play bloodhound. Her belt is wound around the vampire's throat, his hands are tied behind his back with some sort of electrical wiring she ripped out of the wall and she's got her cross wrapped around her wrist, dangling close to his neck. He thinks he's going to go scott free when he finds Danny for her. Obviously, he's not that old. Angel called her earlier and gave her some likely areas to search in, she's on the third one when Red Rover perks up.

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[Moronic--it's a synonym for noble]

Co-written with stillacrime

Work didn’t seem to make time for special occasions. So when Danny had had to work overtime on his shift, he just showered at the lab and changed into a nicer shirt from his locker and a pair of jeans. He had on his black boots and his hair, as always was a mess.


“Daaaaam….” He had greeted Buffy at the apartment. And the thought crossed his mind that looking hot just might be another bonus super power to being the Slayer.
( Sex, violence and alcohol inside )

RP Prompt: Everyone needs to get away sometime. Here is a chance for your muse to make their great escape. Where they go and with whom is all up to you.

Lately things had been a lot darker between Danny and her. Not bad just more needy, more desperate, more like the life she had to live instead of the life she wanted to live. Taking a vacation right now was out of the question. Danny couldn't get the time off but Buffy still thought they could use a vacation and she missed the beach. The California beach. Sure they had beaches in New York but they were different. And also they were full of people.

Since they couldn't go to California, Buffy had decided to bring California to them. Danny had the day off. Buffy sent Danny out for bags of ice while she put everything together on the roof. She didn't tell him what she was up to, just that she had a surprise and she needed ice. On the roof she had a sandbox full of sand, lawn chairs sitting so that they could put their feet in the sand. She also had a kiddie pool full of water, a cooler with bottles of water and beer just waiting for ice, sunscreen, and her ipod dock. She had her ipod set to play nothing but beach boys songs along with a few other California, sun and beach related songs by various artists. There was also a smores maker off to the side. They could use it to roast hot dogs as well. She considered a fire pit but she was pretty sure that was in violation of some kind of fire code or the other. She had a baseball and a couples of gloves so they could play catch later. She was wearing her bikini and she'd left Danny a note on top of a pair of swim trunks in the apartment.

Put these on and come up to the roof

Buffy and Danny were walking along, weaving between people. Buffy had one arm around Danny's waist and she was holding a beer in the other hand. This was the Mermaid Parade. It'd only just started, sending a parade of floats and people in mermaid costumes by them. It was hot and Buffy was wearing the pink bikini top with the white skull and crossbones on it she'd bought at Victoria's Secret along with a pair of cut off shorts that weren't Daisy Dukes but short enough. She had a pair of pink two inch heels on as well.

"Sorry, Boyfriend, you have to wait for the mermaid costume later when we get home," she teased him.

Her day had been awful. She'd spent the whole day snapping at her classes. Some of the boys had been understanding and others had been just little crapheads. She'd responded in kind by being bitchy. Frappachinos had been mainlined because she hadn't gotten any sleep the past two nights and she felt like she was jumping out of her skin. Danny had kissed her when he'd left that morning but he hadn't slipped in the shower with her, which was how they usually started their morning out. In the end she just went straight home after work, took a bubble bath, drank a glass of wine and tried to unwind. It didn't really work, there was too much on her mind and too much on her shoulders. She got out of the bath, tossed on a wife beater, a pair of shorts and stabbed a chopstick through her damp hair. She put her ipod on her Boy Bands playlist (N'Sync was good, thank you very much) and decided to try some Tai Chi. It couldn't hurt and it might center her enough that she could deal with everything and even help Danny deal. The wooden floor was cool and hard beneath her bare feet so she focused on that as she went through the Tai Chi motions in an attempt to lose herself. Every once in a while she'd glance at the clock -defeating the purpose- knowing Danny would be home in a little while, barring any complications at work.

Buffy and Danny were on the subway. She had her hands wrapped around one of the poles in the aisle of the subway. There were seats but she never could sit on the subway. It made her restless, the whole being several feet underground thing. It didn't send her claustrophobia over the edge the way riding in elevators did but it set it on edge enough that she didn't want to sit. Danny was standing behind her, his arms around her and his hands above hers on the pole. She leaned back slightly and rested her head against his chest. She looked up at him.

"Last chance to get out of this, Boyfriend. You sure you want to own a dog with me?"

She was nervous because whether they were calling it or not, the dog wasn't just a commitment to an animal. It was a commitment to each other and there were huge gaping things that Danny didn't know about her. While she was keeping those things secret from him on purpose and she was still waiting for that 'right' moment to tell him, she knew she'd breathe easier about the longevity of their relationship once he knew and hopefully accepted everything about her.