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This was written for the Mayor Ficathon.
Season 2/3
Title: No More Mr.Nice Guy
Author: lilachigh
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Characters belong to ME

I usually avoid high school stories like the plague - being English! - and so I begged for betas. Three wonderful people answered my call. My thanks to writero, slaymesoftly and ezagaaikwe


No More Mr Nice Guy!

Richard Wilkins III, Mayor of Sunnydale and, in his honest opinion, a really nice guy, stood his desk calendar neatly alongside his blotter. His paper-knife lay precisely against his notepad, which was open at a blank page.
He sighed out loud and wrote the date on the top line with a flourish – then smiled. He liked the month of April. It was one of those sensible months containing the right number of days. Thirty was a good, round, even number.

The Mayor scowled at the next month on the calendar. May, a horrible month, with thirty-one days. In a year or two’s time, he decided, he would abolish all months with thirty-one or twenty-eight days and as for leap years – He allowed his minds to run cheerfully over what he would do with leap years and immediately felt much better.

He popped a peppermint in his mouth and was making a nice, neat list of “Jobs Still to be Accomplished this Month in Order of Importance” when he realised his deputy was standing in front of his desk, hovering.
Not that he was actually hovering, of course – the Mayor smiled faintly to himself – now that would be a dandy sight, little feet paddling in mid-air like a duck. He sighed. He knew that only the boring are bored, but golly geez, he would have given a whole millennia of his life for a little excitement.
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Title: No.13
Author: lilachigh
Rating: PG


No.13


Everything was in apple pie order for his Ascension. Ticking along nicely. The Slayer just a minor irritation.
He did like a nice plan and a good clean notebook with a big margin helped. Columns of lists, all numbered and sub headings underlined in different coloured inks.
He had every confidence in his girl, too, except – he frowned, then smoothed it away – frowns gave you wrinkles, smiles gave you joy. He made a neat note at the bottom of the page –
No 13 “Check Faith’s prior handling ability of carnivorous reptiles.”