Three Tragic Heroes in a Bar

Sakhmet

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A/N: Ok, this started as a joke thing in an email conversation with a friend. Then it morphed, mutated, grew and here it is presented to you in all it's dim glory:

Three Tragic Heroes in a Bar
By Sakhmet

Genre: Humour.


Disclaimer: I own no part of what follows though I did cause it.

Various tragic heroes who save the world a lot but don't really get recognised OR are recognised but don’t welcome the fame are sitting in a bar.
Cast:
Sydney Bristow (Alias)
Buffy Summers (Buffy: the Vampire Slayer)
Harry Potter (Harry Potter Series)

On family, air hockey, justice and quite possibly llamas… or Pokemon…


Harry: My parents are dead... boohoo.

Sydney: You got it lucky kid; I keep thinking my parents are one
thing but they just keep popping up and it's like 'Oh, you're not an
airplane part salesman! Or hey, mom you're not dead! Or maybe even,
what the hell Sloane could be my father? Or I HAVE A SISTER?'

Buffy: At least you're parents know what you DO. Mine think I'm some
inane cheerleader slash juvenile delinquent. (obviously in the first season of BtVS)

Harry: (who's a big fan of BtVS) Yeah, and that whole Dawn thing.

Buffy: What?

Harry: You know the whole deal about Dawn?

Buffy: Yes, I know the sun rises.

Harry: Wait but-

Sydney: Hey Harry, shut up before you ruin the plot for her. I know
Sirius died and everything but it doesn't mean you can just-

Harry: What? SIRIUS DIED?

Sydney: Oh felgercarb, sorry, I mean, no Sirius doesn’t die! He… uh-

Harry: You sleep with Will!

Sydney: What the hell? I'm with Vaughn, Will and I are just friends.

Harry: *laughs* oh I could blow you're world right open-

Buffy: Hey guys the air hockey table is free!

Sydney: Great! Your ass is mine Potter!

Buffy: No fair! I was the one who noticed the table was free, I should go first.

Sydney: Oh boohoo, you’ll get your turn.

Buffy: No! I should go first! We all fight for the good guys right? You’re both all big on justice right?

Syd/Har: Yeah…

Buffy: SO I SHOULD BE THE FIRST ONE TO USE THE FRICKING AIR HOCKEY TABLE! Syd, I challenge you to a-

Harry: Pokemon battle!

Sydney: That sounds like more fun than the thing we were going to do in Vermont!

Silence


Sydney: Ok, wrong show, wrong situation

Buffy: And just plain wrong.

Sydney: Let’s play air hockey.

~Some Time Later~

Sydney: That’s one bar I’m never going to again, I mean, the nerve of them charging twenty five hundred dollars for a couple of drinks.

Buffy: We broke their air hockey table, what did you expect?

Sydney: Hey! I thought the guy said I could pay for the table or never return!

Harry: AND never return, AND.

Sydney: Damn.

Harry and Buffy begin to walk off

Sydney: Hey, why am I the one being stuck with paying for the table? You guys broke it too!

Harry: Did not!

Sydney: I beg to differ; you and your little blocking spell caused Miss Super Slayer over there to get cranky and execute a particularly forceful hit which, I might add, bounced off the blocking spell and hit me in the forehead.

Buffy: This is so not my fault, you didn’t have to get all premen-

Harry: I BEG YOU LEAVE THAT WORD UNFINISHED! MY TEENAGE BRAIN CANNOT COPE WITH SUCH THINGS!

Buffy: Whatever, you didn’t have to go all super spy and throw your hitty-thing at me-

Sydney: You didn’t have to leap onto the table and challenge me to a real fight!

Buffy: YOU didn’t have to leap onto the table and karate chop me!

Harry: It was pretty cool.

Buffy: You! Quiet!

Sydney: This is all your fault anyway, it was your little joke “I know, I’ll put a spell over Sydney’s goal so Buffy can’t win! I’m so cool!”

Buffy: Don’t you have something better to do? Like ride your little broom-

Sydney: Wait! Don’t you have a fortune in wizarding money?

Harry: Damn JK, telling people about my money! THAT’S ALL YOU WANT ME FOR ISN’T IT?

Sydney: I don’t know how to answer that without sounding creepy.

Buffy: Hey look, a llama!

Sydney and Buffy turn to admire the llama, with its pretty fur.

Harry: Phew, saved by the llama.


I had to add the llama in somewhere. I know it’s lame. I don’t care though. Now review.

Hehe, I was bored. Don't judge me.
 
On heroism, alcohol tolerance, the importance of age, sex and fine print…

Harry: Like, no one understands me cause I'm a hero you know? There's like no one who can relate, and I just want someone to TALK to but Ron and Herminoniemoine, Hermonine, HERMIONE, they like just tell me I can do it. And it hurts you know?

Buffy: Tell it like it is sistah (to the bartender) Can I get another one of these? These James Bond thingies?

Sydney: Hey, aren't you guys underage? I mean, cause you don't seem to be handling the aclohol too well... (hiccups)

Harry: What does age matter? I have seen so much for my years....

Buffy: Me too, like all the apocalypses. I mean you'd think that SOMETIME they'd run out but they just keep coming and coming and I'm sick of it-

Harry: And Voldemort just won't stop calling, asking me for a duel. I mean I've told him nicely but he just don't get it so I am NOT returning his phone calls anymore.

Sydney: You go girlfriend.

Buffy: Dude, you're supposed to be on MY side, we're women! He just cut me off and you know what? I did not appreciate it. He is TAKING MY WIND!

Sydney: I know I told you to read that book but it's totally lost on you. When I gave you it I thought you had done it already. I mean, look at you-

Buffy: What is that supposed to mean?

Sydney: Nothing, except that you look like one of those.

Buffy: One of whats?

Sydney: A *h**e.

Buffy: …

Harry: To be fair, she does become a *h**e. I know I don't know all the names but there must be like six different guys she's f-

Buffy: What the hell are you guys talking about?

Sydney: I thought it was nice that she didn't let that Angel experience scar her for life.

Buffy: Angel experience? ANGEL EXPERIENCE?

Harry: Nice? I thought it was sick.

Sydney: Like you would know.

Harry: I’ll have you know that I am not the clueless never-been-kissed fool I am made out to be. Are you snickering? STOP SNICKERING! Oh, just forget it Bristow.

Sydney: Fine! Be that way! Nancy boy!

Harry: Oh that was low. I AM A ROLE MODEL!

Sydney: Come on, all you’re doing is passing on your Nancy boy ways to the general public-

Harry: What about your so called boyfriend? BOY SCOUT ring any bells?

Buffy: GUYS! STOP IT BEFORE SOMEONE GETS SERIOUSLY HURT!

Syd/Har: Fine.

Buffy: And talk about the pot calling the kettle black!

Harry: Who me?

Buffy: No, the responsible adult over there.

Sydney: Anna Nicole Smith is here?

Buffy: You, dumbass.

Sydney: What? How do YOU-? WHAT?

Buffy: You can't call me a *h**e when YOU'RE far from innocent.

Sydney: Ok I don't know who you've been talking to but I can assure you that Vaughn and Danny are the ONLY-

Harry: Liar. what about Noah?

Buffy: And Simon.

Harry: WILL.

Buffy: Plus however many before the show started.

Sydney: Ok, have you guys been stalking me?

Buffy: No, we watch Alias.

Sydney: Oh my god, they SHOW that kind of thing on my show? THAT WAS NOT IN THE CONTRACT!

Buffy: It was probably in the fine print, oh did you know that Vaughn's wife had an affair with Sark?

Sydney: WIFE? Vaughn doesn't have a wife.

Harry: Buffy, remember what season/book we're in! we can't ruin things for each other!

Buffy: Ok, so she's obviously season two.

Harry: You're early season one.

Buffy: And you're after the fourth book but before the fifth.

Sydney: Ok, now we cleared that up who wants to go play scrabble?
 
Dear god Mountaineer did you even read all the stories you replied to? :blink: Thanks for the comment!

And thanks also to krisAll4Alias and SpyJules! Here is part three!

On magic, prophecies, the future… man they’re getting philosophical

Harry: Hey, guys, let’s go to a Wizard pub.

Buffy: Or, like, a Demon Bar.

Sydney: I have no weird options to contribute; I live in LA.

Buffy: That’s not an excuse.

Sydney: What’s that supposed to mean?

Buffy: Nothing!

Harry: So, Wizard Pub, Demon Bar, LA Bar – Hey what about Francie’s restaurant? Is she evil yet?

Buffy: (tackles Harry before he ruins the plot yet again) What he means to say, Syd, is ‘Is she live yet?’ you know, open. It’s young people speak… and Harry’s dyslexic…

Sydney: Ok… well, yeah she’s open, but she’s been acting really weird lately. Maybe some other time. I wanna do one of your things.

Harry: (from the floor) WIZARD PUB! (Buffy elbows him) ah! Um… wizard bup?

Sydney: Ok. We’ll go to a Demon Bar after that.

Buffy: (gets off Harry) Sure. Harry, can you take us there?

Harry: (squirms… or smirqus) Um, it’s holidays. I’m not supposed to do magic.

Buffy: Harry, look around you. You’re in a bar, drinking, with a Slayer and a Spy. Do things look logical?

Harry: Well…

Sydney: Plus, the fact that we are hanging out with you kind of points to the ‘This is a dream, I can get away with anything’ side of things. (ponders for a moment) Actually, don’t listen to me, since I’ve made that mistake in the past… or is it the future?

(Buffy and Harry look at her strangely)

Buffy: (in a stage whisper) I think she’s lost it.

Harry: Nah, she’s just having flashforwards. It happens a lot.

Sydney: Whatever. Wizard Pub.

(Harry takes out his wand)

(No, his ACTUAL wand! Sick-minded!)

Harry: Um, I don’t know the spell.

Sydney: Make it up.

Harry: Ok, um TakeustothewizardpubtheHog’sHead-

Buffy: What? No! Stop!

Harry:Pleaserificus!

(Buffy dives out of the way. Harry and Sydney look at her like she is insane)

(No one notices that the spell worked)

Harry: Hey, the spell worked!

(Until now)

(Sydney and Harry high-five)

(Buffy gets out from under the table)

Buffy: Do you guys know how DANGEROUS it is to fool around with magic???

Sydney: No-

Harry: Yeah-

Sydney: WHAT?

Buffy: Harry!

Harry: Huh?

Sydney: I don’t know…

Buffy: Well-

Harry: Pikachu!

Sydney: Oookaaay…

Harry: What?

Buffy: THIS HAS GONE ON LONG ENOUGH!

Sydney: What were we talking about?

Harry: Huh?

Sydney: I don’t know…

Buffy: Well-

Harry: Squirtle!

Buffy: I ACTUALLY KNOW WHAT WE WERE TALKING ABOUT!

Sydney: Oh!

Harry: Huh!

Buffy: (puts her face in her hands)

Sydney: So…

Harry: Hu-

(Buffy slams his head into the bar repeatedly)

Buffy: Magic.

Harry: OW!

Buffy: Bad.

Harry: Eek!

Buffy: Don’t. (Argh!) Mess. (Scack!) With. (Moowww!) It. (urgh) Stupid. (eh….) Boy. (fouf)

Sydney: I won’t ever mess with YOU.

Buffy: (glares) He needs to learn.

Harry: (groans) I think she’s channeling Parent-Buffy.

Buffy: (ignoring Harry) I want whatever has the most alcohol.

Sydney: Me too.

Harry: Me too.

Some time later…

(A Band of Death Eaters walks in)

Harry: Oh look! Deatheateerrzz!

Buffy: (giggles) They look funny.

Sydney: (crying) Oh Vaughn!

Harry: (to Buffy) I think… she just got season three’d.

Buffy: (giggles) She looks funny.

Death Eater 1: Hey look! It’s Harry Potter!

Harry: Yeah? Who’zasking?

Death Eater 1: I wasn’t asking, kid. (to his hooded brethren) Let’s get him!

Buffy: (Stands. Sways. Sits again) No! You don’t get Harry! You go! Away!

Sydney: FRANCIE!!!

Death Eater 1: (to Death Eater 2) Uh, what do we do?

Death Eater 2: I never argue with a drunk woman…

Death Eater 1: Ok, Let’s go.

Death Eater 3: You got lucky, kid!

Sydney: (lifts her head up from the bar) Why was I crying?

Buffy: Because you were sad about Vaughn and Francie-

Sydney: But why? Francie just got her restaurant and Vaughn… why would I cry about him? Yeah he almost died a while back…

Buffy: Syd? Are you alright?

Harry: She going season three… but it not taking second, like THAT (Attempts to snap fingers. Pokes himself in the eye). It happen like (imitates Sydney) ‘Love Vaughn! VAUGHNNN! WAAH! Vaughn and I are in love! Damn him to HELL! Vaughn and I are fu-’

Buffy: (nods wisely) I get it, (Falls off chair)

Sydney: Were there people in black before?

Harry: Yeah… they wanna kill me…

Sydney: Why?

Harry: I forget…

(Harry and Sydney burst out laughing)

Buffy: (from the floor) I think we’re drunk.

Sydney: YOU, might be drunk, but I assure you that you are the only one who isn’t. I am drunk. I am undrunk. I mean, I am not undrunk. I mean-

Harry: I don’t like this anymore. (furrows his brow)

Sydney: (spots the wrinkles) VAUGHN! (bursts into tears)

Harry: I want to be undrunk. (points wand at self) Undrunkify!

Buffy: Hurry! No, HARRY!

Harry: It worked! I like this world with no logic!

Buffy: You have horns.

Harry: (glares) Undrunkify!

Buffy: Ah, felgercarb!

Harry: MakeSydneynotdrunk!

Sydney: (Stops crying and laughing) So, Why do the Men In Black wanna kill you?

Buffy: How come SHE didn’t get horns?

Harry: She’s lost two years! I can’t give her horns as WELL!

Sydney: (eyes fill with tears) Thankyou!

Harry: (smiles kindly. Aww) The Death Eaters want to kill me because of the Prophecy.

Sydney: Oh! You know, I have a prophecy too.

Buffy: Yeah, I have a billion of those.

Sydney: (Ignoring Buffy) What’s yours say?

Harry: Oh, you know, I have to kill Lord Voldemort or he kills me.

Buffy: Standard kill or be killed.

Sydney: (Still ignoring Buffy) Cool. Mine’s weird; something about this old guy prophesizing that I would bring forth his works unto utter desolation… I think.

Harry: Yours is cooler than mine. (pouts) I should have given you horns.

Buffy: (to no one in particular) Hi, I’m the Slayer, Chosen out of every girl on earth, I died from a prophecy, I fulfilled many, not to mention Angel-

Sydney: Hey, she got moved up a season.

Buffy: FINALLY you guys pay attention to me!

Sydney: You wanted to give me horns!

Buffy: You called me a *h**e!

Sydney: Call it even?

Buffy: Ok!

(They high-five)

Harry: She kinda called you a *h**e too, Syd-

Buffy: So! You have to kill a guy?

Harry: Yeah. It kind of sucks that my life could just… end. Really soon.

Buffy: Don’t worry, the good guys always win. Look at me! I am really old for a Slayer.

Sydney: I thought she was Season One? Oh, is she having flashforwards? And the good guys don’t always win-

Harry: Yeah they do!

Sydney: Ok, I know that they don’t.

Harry: They do in movies! And books! AND TV Shows!

Sydney: What about The Perfect Storm? A Series of Unfortunate Events? Not to mention-

Harry: Silencio!

Buffy: Don’t listen to her, Harry. You’ll be fine!

Harry: (worriedly – causing Sydney to wail ‘VAUGHN’ silently) Are you sure?

Buffy: Of course! (Has flashforward to Harry’s Funeral) Yeah… Sure…

Harry: Great! I was really worried, because I never have flashforwards any further than sixth year, so, yeah. Thanks Buff!

Buffy: (Smiles painfully) No problem!

Sydney: (whispering to Buffy) You are so going to hell! (Yes, the spell has worn off)

Buffy: Nuh-uh! I go to Heeeaaaveeenn.

Harry: It’s true.

Sydney: Whatever. More alcohol!

Buf/Har: Yay!
 
Okay this is frickin hilarious. You have to PM me when you update.

Buffy: You can't call me a *h**e when YOU'RE far from innocent.

Sydney: Ok I don't know who you've been talking to but I can assure you that Vaughn and Danny are the ONLY-

Harry: Liar. what about Noah?

Buffy: And Simon.

Harry: WILL.

Buffy: Plus however many before the show started.

HA!HA!HA! :lol: :lol:



Harry: Damn JK, telling people about my money! THAT’S ALL YOU WANT ME FOR ISN’T IT?

Sydney: I don’t know how to answer that without sounding creepy.

Buffy: Hey look, a llama!

Sydney and Buffy turn to admire the llama, with its pretty fur.

Harry: Phew, saved by the llama.

Total randomness, I love it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :woot:

And the whole thing with Syd and Harry, really weird :confused:
 
and teh winner of the most random yet entertaining and hillarious fic goes to....

SAKHMET!!!!

lol this is hilarious! thanks....it cheered me up after a bad day!
 
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