TITLE: The Sunnydale Breakfast Club
AUTHOR: Ragna (WritingGoddess@aol.com)
RATING: FRT
CLASSIFICATION: You'll see...
SUMMARY: Someone's having a dream where certain Scoobies have to spend a Saturday morning in detention.
SPOILERS: Um...set after season 4, I guess.
DISTRIBUTION: Any sites with my fic up; you all have unspoken permission. I write it, you can post it. Everyone else just keep my name on it and let me know.
DISCLAIMER: If you don't recognize it, chances are it's my own creation. If you do, Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, Kazui Sandollar, FOX and the WB own it or them. Various friends of mine are holding characters hostage. You may see them by appointment only. Any of Giles' lines are actual quotes from the movie. They are not my ideas and belong solely to John Hughes, as does the inspiration to this entire fic.
FEEDBACK: Sorry I'm not home right now I'm walking in the spiderwebs so leave a message and I'll call you back...in other words, I want it. Don't care if it's onlist or not, but I prefer offlist since I have quite a few lists on No Mail.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: An answer to challenge #148 at YGTS? More to come when I write more.

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"Okay. When did I become Molly Ringwald?"

Buffy looked around. She was outside a high school that wasn't Hemry or Sunnydale, in a dress that she would never, ever consider wearing for any amount of money in the world, waving good-bye to her father as he drove off.

But her father was in Aspen. She knew that.

"About the same time I became Judd Nelson," Spike said, taking a drag off his cigarette. "And I'm blaming this on you."

"Why me?"

"Because you're the Slayer, and weird things always happen to you." He laughed as a beat up station wagon pulled up and Willow stepped out, dressed in an outfit fit for a male geek. "Hey, Red, never thought you were the butch one in the relationship."

Willow scowled at Spike before going into the school.

"That wasn't a nice thing to say," Angel said mockingly, dressed in a blue varsity letterman's jacket and the tightest jeans that would still fit.

"Well, I'm not a nice guy, now am I?" Spike said, tossing the last of the cigarette at Angel. "Now, if you'll excuse me, let's get this bloody detention over with."

"Detention? Oh, yeah...Breakfast Club dream again, Buffy?" Angel asked.

"How should I know?"

***

"Let me guess," Spike said. "We're missing our basket case. Maybe it'll be that cute brunette in your office," he added to Angel.

The library doors opened and Tara walked in, her head bowed and her body covered in a long jacket, until she saw Willow. Then she brightened and sat next to her.

"Interesting dream," Tara said. "Who's is it?"

"I have no idea," Willow said, looking back at the opening door. "I guess this is the principal."

"Oh, please don't let it be Snyder," Buffy muttered.

Giles walked in wearing the most hideous leisure suit imaginable, holding a stack of papers and setting them on the table where Buffy and Angel were sitting. "Well...well. Here we are! I want to congratulate you for being on time..."

"Uh, Giles?" Willow asked. "What's going on?"

Giles continued as though Willow had never opened her mouth. "It is now seven-oh-six. You have exactly eight hours and fifty-four minutes to think about why you're here. To ponder the error of your ways...and you may not talk. You will not move from these seats. And you..." he said, pointing to Spike.

"Me what?" Spike said, crossing his arms and putting his feet up on a chair which Giles quickly pulled out from under his feet.

"...Will not sleep. All right people, we're gonna try something a little different today. We are going to write an essay--of no less than a thousand words--describing to me who you think you are. And when I say essay...I mean essay. I do not mean a single word repeated a thousand times. Is that clear Mr. Bender?"

Angel looked at Spike. "He means you, William."

"All right, Liam," Spike countered. Turning to Giles he nodded. "Crystal."

"Did you just quote the movie, Spike?" Buffy asked.

Spike shrugged. "I have no bloody idea."