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Prompt 38 – Legends – at tth100
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For - lyrics trivia prezzie. Crossed with Labyrinth.
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"You're joking, right?"
Connor looked up at Gunn from polishing his axe. All they needed was the spell from Wesley and it would be time to go.
"No," he shrugged. "That's what the woman said. Why?"
"Baby gets kidnapped and taken to an alternate dimension full of evil," Gunn snorted. "Sure she didn't just sell her little brother on the black market?"
Connor frowned, arching an eyebrow at Gunn. "You're right – baby gets kidnapped and taken to an evil alternate dimension. I don't know what we were thinking."
It took him a moment, but when Gunn got the sarcasm, it was hilarious. Connor bit the inside of his cheek and kept from laughing or even cracking a smile.
It was too easy to screw with these people's heads sometimes.
"So – goblin dimension or something like that?"
Connor nodded. That was how the legend went anyway. The legend that the bratty older sister was reading from when she cursed her little brother to be taken away by the Goblin King, that was.
A dimension full of goblins…and they had a king.
Sometimes he almost missed Qor'toth. At least things made sense there.
And there were no pansy-assed kings kidnapping kids because their older siblings didn't like them anymore.
Yeah, Qor'toth politics were much simpler – hack and slash, survival of the fittest. Or quickest. Or most powerful.
"I'm afraid there's a problem," Wesley called out, exiting his office with a book in hand.
A problem other than going to a goblin dimension to do business with a goblin king?
Connor did his very best not to look shocked, though he didn't quite manage to keep the absolute disdain he felt hidden, judging by the annoyed look on Wes's face.
"What's the problem?" Gunn spoke up.
"Yes, well, you see – I can get us into the dimension, but I'm afraid we'll have to traverse a labyrinth to get to the castle."
Well that just… sucked.
Luckily, he had a solution.
"Connor? Where are you going?"
"Grenades," he called over his shoulder.
To hell if he was gonna wander around a maze just to rescue some kid. Not when he could blow his way through.
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