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Summary: I'm just so sick of Kennedy thinking she's all that and a bag of chips that I decided to write a little ficlet that would just put the brat in her place (Oh the fun!!!). This is the way things should have gone in the kitchen scene in "Get it Done."
Spoilers: Through "Get it Done"
Feedback: Yes, please! I'd love to hear from y'all about how much you also hate Kennedy. ;-)
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KARMA
Kennedy stormed into the kitchen behind Xander and Willow. She stood as she usually did: arms crossed petulantly with a smug look plastered on her face. She cocked an eyebrow at the group and wordlessly told them what she was thinking. At that point, they were sitting ducks until Buffy got back. But that didn't mean they didn't have to figure out a way to get Buffy back.
Spike strutted in after a few minutes over what Kennedy felt was pointless bickering until finally Anya came up with a useful suggestion. The potential added a snarky comment hear and there, more or less to be ignored by her superiors. She got angrier by the second with all the not being heard. She wasn't used to this of course, she was used to living in a house where she was attended to and treated like a princess... no, not a princess... a queen. Why should that be any different here?
She saw Spike heading for the door and she figured that he was as good a person as any to take out her anger and frustration on.
"Where the hell are you going?" She asked, her voice thick with hatred. She did hate him, of course. Why shouldn't she? He was an evil thing. Soul or no soul, he was still a vampire. He was still the enemy.
"Out," he replied. His voice was just as catlike as his movements. "Got something I need to take care of."
"Oh, take care of. I get it. The way you took care of that monster by getting your sorry ass thrown through the floor?"
"Kennedy!" Willow scolded, not understanding the sudden outburst by her sort-of-girlfriend.
"You got something to say?" Spike asked as he advanced on the girl who was significantly shorter than he. The vampire hovered over her but she stood up to him as if he were nothing more than a fledgling.
"Nothing more than I can't see you taking out that demon. Face it, like Buffy said, you're weak. You're no better than any of those poor girls cowering upstairs."
"Learn you place," Spike commanded her coldly. "And speaking of the other girls, why aren't you upstairs there with them. What makes you so special that you're here running your mouth."
Kennedy shot a glance at Willow and smiled a cocky grin at Spike, "she does."
"Don't," the witch told her calmly but forcefully.
"Don't what?"
"Don't pull me into this."
Kennedy was hurt by Willow's words. She couldn't believe that she wouldn't back her up in this. "Fine," she said, "I can stand up for myself. I'm a big girl."
"You are an arrogant little prat, aren't you?" Spike asked his rhetorical question with a sly smirk. "Do you have ANY idea who you are dealing with little girl?"
"A cold blooded killer who shouldn't have the privilege of living in the house of the Slayer."
"Oh... is that all I am to you? You have no idea what you are talking about."
"I know enough," Kennedy told him knowingly, and she took a step forward in hopes to intimidate him maybe just a little. This was only because he was terrifying her and she couldn't let him know. Not now, she was in too deep.
"You know nothing. You're a little rich girl who has been forced to the Hellmouth. You've been here all of two months and you have the audacity to comment on occurrences and situations you can't comprehend. You talk back to the Slayer when she's trying to put you in a place you need to find fast. And I swear, Kennedy, I will put you in your place if you don't find it fast."
At this point, Willow and Dawn both decided it was intervention time. As if things weren't already out of hand enough. Dawn could see in Spike's eyes how angered he was by Kennedy's rude remarks. He hated being outranked. And he hated that a nineteen-year-old potential thought that she outranked him. Willow tried to talk Kennedy down while Dawn tried to calm Spike, but the opponents kept at it like the others weren't even there.
"I see what you are," Kennedy told the vampire, "a whipped demon who can't fight for his own anymore. You're still a killer, Spike, I can see it in you eyes. Soul or no soul, we're all just dinner to you, aren't we?"
"You see nothing," Spike told her coldly as he violently shook Dawn from his arm, "but I see it all on you. You think you're something great because some shaman or witch says you MIGHT be a Slayer someday. You are nothing. You are an arrogant little child who thinks she can amount to something by speaking to everyone like an inferior. All you are is a scared little girl. I can smell the fear on you right now."
"Animal!"
"Maybe. You never know with me can you? You never know if I'm good or evil or whom I love. You don't, but I do. I know very well what I am now. You see, perspective is something that comes with age. It's something you don't have. And maybe you will someday if you grow out of your little snit."
"I am not in a snit. I just don't understand why everyone else can't just see you for what you really are. You're a killer, it's what you do, you kill."
"I see it," Xander said to everyone's shock.
"Oh lovely, so nancy boy has a few words. I didn't realize I asked for comments from the 'peanut gallery' in the first place but-"
"You didn't let me finish," Xander told Spike calmly, and the vampire nodded for him to continue. "I see you the same way I did when you were trying to kill me in the school. I know you're a vampire, and I have in past occurrences proven to everyone that my views are pretty much black and white. I don't like you, Spike. As a matter of fact, there are few things I hate more than I hate you. And it's not like I've ever tried to hide this. But the strangest thing is, I'm willing to trust you. I think I do trust you. And you," he turned to Kennedy, "need to do the same. He is out ally whether any of us like it or not. Learn this, learn who your allies are fast or you might end up being the next body we find."
"Is that a threat?"
Xander smiled sardonically, "not by me."
Kennedy turned to Willow once again for back up. "Are you going to let them talk to me like this?"
"Yes," the witch told her plainly. "These are all things you need to hear, Kennedy. I'm not going to back you up every time you step out of line. And by the way, you are extremely out of line. I like you, Kennedy, A LOT, you know that I do. But I can't stand for the way you're behaving. It's childish. You think you see things that aren't there. You make false and unjustifiable accusations and I can't stand for it."
Kennedy merely rolled her eyes and turned back to Spike. "I won't trust you. I REFUSE to trust you. What do you have to say to that?"
Spike began to laugh. It wasn't his usual, pleasant, lighthearted laugh. No, this laugh was cold, and hard, and a little insane.
"I say that I don't care. Not a lick. You think you're important here? You think you're so special? But in the end, if you keep acting like this, you're just another body for the First to feed on. You think you know, who you are, what's to come?"
Spike walked to the door, his heavy boots pounding hard on the kitchen floor. Just before he left he turned back to look at Kennedy, and his shockingly blue eyes sent a chill down her spine.
"You haven't even begun."
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A/n: I'm thinking of writing a follow-up chapter where Buffy gets a little of what's coming to her. Heh heh heh. What do you think?
Summary: I'm just so sick of Kennedy thinking she's all that and a bag of chips that I decided to write a little ficlet that would just put the brat in her place (Oh the fun!!!). This is the way things should have gone in the kitchen scene in "Get it Done."
Spoilers: Through "Get it Done"
Feedback: Yes, please! I'd love to hear from y'all about how much you also hate Kennedy. ;-)
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KARMA
Kennedy stormed into the kitchen behind Xander and Willow. She stood as she usually did: arms crossed petulantly with a smug look plastered on her face. She cocked an eyebrow at the group and wordlessly told them what she was thinking. At that point, they were sitting ducks until Buffy got back. But that didn't mean they didn't have to figure out a way to get Buffy back.
Spike strutted in after a few minutes over what Kennedy felt was pointless bickering until finally Anya came up with a useful suggestion. The potential added a snarky comment hear and there, more or less to be ignored by her superiors. She got angrier by the second with all the not being heard. She wasn't used to this of course, she was used to living in a house where she was attended to and treated like a princess... no, not a princess... a queen. Why should that be any different here?
She saw Spike heading for the door and she figured that he was as good a person as any to take out her anger and frustration on.
"Where the hell are you going?" She asked, her voice thick with hatred. She did hate him, of course. Why shouldn't she? He was an evil thing. Soul or no soul, he was still a vampire. He was still the enemy.
"Out," he replied. His voice was just as catlike as his movements. "Got something I need to take care of."
"Oh, take care of. I get it. The way you took care of that monster by getting your sorry ass thrown through the floor?"
"Kennedy!" Willow scolded, not understanding the sudden outburst by her sort-of-girlfriend.
"You got something to say?" Spike asked as he advanced on the girl who was significantly shorter than he. The vampire hovered over her but she stood up to him as if he were nothing more than a fledgling.
"Nothing more than I can't see you taking out that demon. Face it, like Buffy said, you're weak. You're no better than any of those poor girls cowering upstairs."
"Learn you place," Spike commanded her coldly. "And speaking of the other girls, why aren't you upstairs there with them. What makes you so special that you're here running your mouth."
Kennedy shot a glance at Willow and smiled a cocky grin at Spike, "she does."
"Don't," the witch told her calmly but forcefully.
"Don't what?"
"Don't pull me into this."
Kennedy was hurt by Willow's words. She couldn't believe that she wouldn't back her up in this. "Fine," she said, "I can stand up for myself. I'm a big girl."
"You are an arrogant little prat, aren't you?" Spike asked his rhetorical question with a sly smirk. "Do you have ANY idea who you are dealing with little girl?"
"A cold blooded killer who shouldn't have the privilege of living in the house of the Slayer."
"Oh... is that all I am to you? You have no idea what you are talking about."
"I know enough," Kennedy told him knowingly, and she took a step forward in hopes to intimidate him maybe just a little. This was only because he was terrifying her and she couldn't let him know. Not now, she was in too deep.
"You know nothing. You're a little rich girl who has been forced to the Hellmouth. You've been here all of two months and you have the audacity to comment on occurrences and situations you can't comprehend. You talk back to the Slayer when she's trying to put you in a place you need to find fast. And I swear, Kennedy, I will put you in your place if you don't find it fast."
At this point, Willow and Dawn both decided it was intervention time. As if things weren't already out of hand enough. Dawn could see in Spike's eyes how angered he was by Kennedy's rude remarks. He hated being outranked. And he hated that a nineteen-year-old potential thought that she outranked him. Willow tried to talk Kennedy down while Dawn tried to calm Spike, but the opponents kept at it like the others weren't even there.
"I see what you are," Kennedy told the vampire, "a whipped demon who can't fight for his own anymore. You're still a killer, Spike, I can see it in you eyes. Soul or no soul, we're all just dinner to you, aren't we?"
"You see nothing," Spike told her coldly as he violently shook Dawn from his arm, "but I see it all on you. You think you're something great because some shaman or witch says you MIGHT be a Slayer someday. You are nothing. You are an arrogant little child who thinks she can amount to something by speaking to everyone like an inferior. All you are is a scared little girl. I can smell the fear on you right now."
"Animal!"
"Maybe. You never know with me can you? You never know if I'm good or evil or whom I love. You don't, but I do. I know very well what I am now. You see, perspective is something that comes with age. It's something you don't have. And maybe you will someday if you grow out of your little snit."
"I am not in a snit. I just don't understand why everyone else can't just see you for what you really are. You're a killer, it's what you do, you kill."
"I see it," Xander said to everyone's shock.
"Oh lovely, so nancy boy has a few words. I didn't realize I asked for comments from the 'peanut gallery' in the first place but-"
"You didn't let me finish," Xander told Spike calmly, and the vampire nodded for him to continue. "I see you the same way I did when you were trying to kill me in the school. I know you're a vampire, and I have in past occurrences proven to everyone that my views are pretty much black and white. I don't like you, Spike. As a matter of fact, there are few things I hate more than I hate you. And it's not like I've ever tried to hide this. But the strangest thing is, I'm willing to trust you. I think I do trust you. And you," he turned to Kennedy, "need to do the same. He is out ally whether any of us like it or not. Learn this, learn who your allies are fast or you might end up being the next body we find."
"Is that a threat?"
Xander smiled sardonically, "not by me."
Kennedy turned to Willow once again for back up. "Are you going to let them talk to me like this?"
"Yes," the witch told her plainly. "These are all things you need to hear, Kennedy. I'm not going to back you up every time you step out of line. And by the way, you are extremely out of line. I like you, Kennedy, A LOT, you know that I do. But I can't stand for the way you're behaving. It's childish. You think you see things that aren't there. You make false and unjustifiable accusations and I can't stand for it."
Kennedy merely rolled her eyes and turned back to Spike. "I won't trust you. I REFUSE to trust you. What do you have to say to that?"
Spike began to laugh. It wasn't his usual, pleasant, lighthearted laugh. No, this laugh was cold, and hard, and a little insane.
"I say that I don't care. Not a lick. You think you're important here? You think you're so special? But in the end, if you keep acting like this, you're just another body for the First to feed on. You think you know, who you are, what's to come?"
Spike walked to the door, his heavy boots pounding hard on the kitchen floor. Just before he left he turned back to look at Kennedy, and his shockingly blue eyes sent a chill down her spine.
"You haven't even begun."
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A/n: I'm thinking of writing a follow-up chapter where Buffy gets a little of what's coming to her. Heh heh heh. What do you think?