archer (wells) wrote in solitarycomm, @ 2012-10-04 21:57:00 |
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Andrew had made as close a replica of the original Magic Box as he could. Honestly, he'd only been in there a handful of times as a kid, and the few times he'd went when he was older, he was either doing something kind of evil (like setting up cameras to spy on Buffy and her friends), or he was hiding away from Willow so she couldn't kill him where he stood in a fit of magic-fuelled rage. Not exactly the best of memories... and yet... he'd still made this place reminiscent of the original.
Maybe it was the fact that he could. When the world went all Minecraft and he was able to make a bit of home, the home that didn't exist any more. Why not? What better way to honour Sunnydale than to remake one of its most famous locations? The Scooby Gang had unhatched so many heroic plans there that it seemed like the perfect way to inspire some do-gooding of Andrew's own. Besides, Mr. Giles owned the Magic Shop in Sunnydale. And Andrew missed Mr. Giles.
Honestly, the more Andrew stared at the mass amount of books he'd set on the table in the back part of the shop, the more he felt this all-encompassing longing for Mr. Giles' input. He'd know what next step he should take. He'd know what to look up when it came to supernatural barriers. He'd know everything. He always knew everything.
Besides, he was Buffy's Watcher and while Buffy didn't really need one any more, he knew she would appreciate having him around just as much. She'd been a Slayer longer than Andrew had been a Watcher, and even if she gave him the 'all clear' in terms of being a good guy now, it was just the two of them from their world here. Spike had... disappeared. Just like Daryl and Hanna. Maybe now he could find his way back home, he could overcome the trauma of getting back his soul and be the hero he was destined to be back home! Then they could meet again in LA and then again in Rome...
Before Andrew knew it, he was daydreaming, arms folded on about three books that were splayed before him, staring off into the distance that happened to be a number of bookcases filled to the brim with books on the history of magic and the history of Wicca as well. The whole shop was pretty full so far, be it with potions-making ingredients, other trinkets and knick-knacks for rituals or spells, protection charms, tools for building your own spells, as well as ready-made items for any number of uses. It wasn't as full to the brim like back home, but it was getting there. Andrew had been collecting for a while and had run out of room in his own apartment. He had all the room he needed here.
Not to mention room for science at Stark Tower! God. What was his life? Honestly, getting the chance to meet Captain America, Tony Stark (twice over, one alternate universe version as well who gave him a job!), Dr. Banner... even Batman had been here for a while. Batman and Robin. Luckiest guy ever.
And yet, Andrew let out a heavy sigh. He really needed to figure out a way to physically download stuff out of his head to store for later. That'd be so much more convenient than always having every thought in his head at once. Maybe it could be like the grayboxes in Mass Effect, or a Pensieve from Harry Potter. Yeah! He should create a working Pensieve!
Just as his mind came to that conclusion, Andrew heard the door open and he snapped out of his thoughts and looked down at the books that still covered the table. There was a 'To Do' list somewhere here... he needed to write that down before he forgot!
"Welcome to the Magic Box," he started in a distracted tone, getting up to rustle around the books, closing some, opening others, shifting them around as best he could in the search for what he was looking for. "If you have any questions, just let me know..." Where was it? Oh, there it was! Being used as a bookmark in a book he really didn't remember taking off the shelf. Whoops. Had he been sleep-reading with it? Could you even sleep-read like how some people sleep-walked?