Title: Just a girl
Author: alienangel19852003
Summary: Keely Teslow thought she was just a girl until the Powers That Be decided otherwise.
Rating: M, cursing, violence, attempted rape, and general ritual sacrifice.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters from Phil of the Future, nor do I own any of the characters from Buffy, now that that's cleared up shall we continue…?
Keely Teslow was just a girl. A really popular girl at that, she had looks, she had friends, she had the hottest gossip at H. G. Wells high school she was missing something. It was her junior year and she was surrounded by a drove of other girls and she had never felt more alone. She went out with guys occasionally but nothing really serious.
She moved through the crowd effortlessly, faking her way through the important stuff. She knew she wasn't doing all that well with the new math teacher. She wasn't like the last one; she could BS her way through all of his classes.
Tia and the other girls had walked on ahead of Keely who'd dropped her fuzzy pencil and bent to retrieve it, and found herself looking at the math teacher Katrina Coleson. She was a tall statuesque Russian woman
"Ms. Teslow… I am afraid; if you don't take serious action regarding your grades you are going to fail AlgebraII." Ms. Coleson, Keely's math teacher said.
"What?" Keely asked putting her purse on her shoulder.
"You've failed every single quiz this semester." Ms. Coleson said.
"Yeah, about that–" Keely started.
"I think you need to get a tutor and do some extra credit."
"Okay, well I'll get Tia to tutor me then." Keely said.
"Tia is barely passing my class with a C-. I think I have the perfect tutor for you." Ms. Coleson smiled ruefully.
"Ms. Coleson you wanted to see me." A boy said walking in with an armful of books.
He looked familiar to Keely, he was an inch or so shorter than her. He had dark hair and intelligent eyes and tan skin. She'd seen him before but they didn't run the same circles, he hung out with Seth Wassmer.
"Phil Diffy, have you met Keely Teslow?" Ms. Coleson asked.
Keely looked at him for a moment and he looked at her. He was wearing baggy plaid pants and matching layered shirts with golf shoes.
"This isn't going to work." The both responded.
"I'm sure you'll get along great. If Keely doesn't bring up her grade, I'll be forced to talk to principal Tiddlywack about what happened yesterday," Ms. Coleson said walking out of the room leaving Keely, fuming and Phil blushing.
"What did you do get caught with your pants down?" she asked.
"No, I don't think that's any of your business. Could we get started so we can get this over with please?" He asked nearly begging.
"Can't I've got somewhere else to be." Keely said.
"Is going to the mall and loitering with your friends more important that passing Algebra?"
"Okay you stay here locked up with all the numbers and the books. I have social life." Keely said.
"Fine be another empty headed blonde bimbo." He said leaving her standing there slack jawed.
"Wait." She said sounding genuinely panicked she couldn't believe he had the balls to say that to her.
He turned around slowly, "Change your mind?" he asked.
"No, I'm changing yours. I'm afraid you don't understand how this school works. And neither does, Ms. Coleson, but you'll learn soon enough." Keely said stalking past him.
She tried to pretend that what he'd said didn't hurt as she went through the motions at the mall. She hated to admit that he was right; she wondered how many other people saw her that way. She had never been more furious at anyone as she was with Phil.
She stomped home from Pickford's only teen night spot, because her mom had taken away her cute little pink VW beetle. She heard a noise behind her and she walked faster gripping her pepper spray in her hand. She heard the footsteps getting closer and broke into a run despite the fact that she was wearing strappy sandals.
Not really looking where she was going she ran the footsteps getting closer by the minute and there was more than one person after her and she was starting to get tired. She dared take glance behind her to see who it was, and they weren't too far behind her. They were men in robes with sharp looking knives, and the one closest to her looked like his eyes had been cut out.
She lost her balance and fell to the ground screaming only managing to scrape up her knees in the process. She picked herself up and continued to run limping and still screaming.
"Help somebody! Help me!" she screamed looking behind her they were right on her.
She collided with someone and was pulled into to a dark alley. He covered her mouth with his hand, to keep her from screaming, and she found herself looking into Phil Diffy's dark eyes.
"Keely, you need to be very quiet. I'm going to take my hand away now." He said.
She nodded.
"I think they've passed us." He said.
"What were they? And how do I know you're not one of them?" she asked.
"Those were Bringers. I am not one of them, I still have both my eyes don't I?"
"Yeah…" she said, "Since you're so damn smart could you tell me why they were after me?"
"Well, from what I've read they are trying to exterminate the Slayer line, and from the looks of things that happens to include you."
"What?"
"You don't have a Watcher?" he asked searching her eyes.
"No. What's a Watcher, and more importantly what's a Slayer."
Phil sighed, "A Vampire Slayer. The title explains it all, supernatural strength pointy stakes, dark cemeteries."
"How do you factor into this whole Slayer gig?" she asked.
Phil sighed, "Maybe we should go back to my place and talk, and I can patch you up."
He said as they stepped out of the alleyway.
"Alright, how did you know they were going to be after me?"
"Well, I know a Potential Slayer was going to get killed tonight and my dad sent me to save her. You happen to be her. And so here we are." Phil smiled.
"I was going to get killed? How could you possibly know that?"
"My family and I are from the year 2121." Phil revealed.
"You're kidding me?" Keely asked.
"No, I'm afraid I'm not. I'll explain it all when we get back to my house."
"Okay." She said.
"Are you alright Keely?" he asked.
"I'm good. Just a little freaked out."
"I can't believe you are the Potential I was sent to save." He said.
"And you thought I was an empty headed bimbo." Keely said.
"Not really, I just wanted to piss you off. I see you with those other girls you look so bored with what they're saying. I know what it's like to feel alone like no one is ever going to know the real you." Phil said.
"Nobody ever really knows anyone this is high school." Keely said.
"We all have our roles to play."
"You're the brain and I'm the bimbo." Keely said.
"You're not a bimbo Keely, you're a Slayer. One girl of many chosen to help protect this sorry dimension."
They walked to his house; he opened the door and let her in before joining her inside and locking it behind them.
"Start talking future boy." Keely said a bit too loudly, the rest of the Diffy clan walked in from another room.
"You did it. You saved the Potential. I was hoping you wouldn't get yourself killed in the process and you didn't let me down." Phil's father said, an extremely tall man with salt and pepper gray hair said with a disapproving frown.
"Thanks for the support Dad." Phil said dryly.
"Are you okay dear you look kind of beat up?" Phil's mother a woman with reddish brown hair said stepping forward.
"I fell and got a bit scraped up it's no big." Keely said.
"Keely Teslow, a Potential Slayer…" Phil's sister Pim said stepping forward.
"You would have been better off letting the Bringers stab her with their really sharp knives." Pim said.
Keely gasped, she knew she'd been mean to Pim in the past because she was weird and talked to herself and wore bad shoes.
"I know Keely hasn't been exactly a great friend to you, there is no reason for you to wish she died." Phil scolded.
"You took the words right out of my mouth. Go to your room Pim." Phil's mother yelled and Pim gave Keely a death glare and stomped out of the room.
"I'm sorry about making you drop all your books…." Keely called after her.
"Keely and I need to talk alone." Phil told his parents.
"Phil–" Mr. Diffy started.
"Dad. You said that if I saved her then I could be her watcher."
"That was only because I was watching Smack Down."
"You know how your father gets during a match."
"Dad…" Phil said, whining a bit, Keely tried not snicker.
"You've got enough to deal do with Mom and Pim. And their training." Phil said.
"Yes, Pim is young and she needs guidance. And your mother is a bit rusty, with the Bringers after Keely she's going to need to be on the top of her game." His father considered this.
"I am not rusty; I am still at the top of my game. We can manage to protect Keely and ourselves until we figure something out."
"What's there to figure out? I have my Watcher's License. I'm approved by the Council. I can do this. I know more about the Slayer Legend than you do. I know everything about the Great Slayer as well."
"The Great Slayer, who's the Great Slayer?" Keely asked.
"Some chick who decided to make every girl in the world with the Slayer potential a Vampire Slayer and more work for us Watchers if you ask me." Phil's father said waving his hand dismissively.
"Lloyd we shouldn't tell her these things it hasn't happened yet."
"So you really are from the future."
"You told the secret!" both Phil's parents accused.
"I had to." Phil said.
"Alright, Highlander is on…"
"Let's go upstairs there is no way we'll be able to talk over the sound." Phil said, "And I'll clean those cuts for you."
She followed him into his room, it was exactly like she didn't expect. There was no Star Wars poster or any thing weird or geeky like a telescope in sight. The walls were painted black and there were those trippy posters with the colorful swirls on them all around that made Keely dizzy.
"Have a seat I'll be right back."
Keely sat down on the edge of his bed and looked around. Phil wasn't what she expected; the night itself wasn't what she expected.
Phil returned before Keely could go into deep existential thought. He looked at her before kneeling down to look at the scrapes on her knees.
"Keely, this has to hurt your knees are raw." Phil said.
"I didn't notice it with the imminent death and all." Keely said.
"You know what imminent means?" He asked.
"Every future anchor woman needs to be verbose but not facetious." Keely told him.
"You want to be a news anchor?" he asked distracting her from what he was doing.
"Yes, I do the morning report everyday."
"I'm usually in the physics lab, every morning when the announcements are done." Phil said blowing on her knee.
Keely giggled, "That tickles,"
"There we go, you're all patched up." Phil said.
Keely looked down at her knees, it looked like she'd never fallen.
"How'd you do that?" she asked.
"It's a solution doctors use in the future instead of Band-Aids and it can even be used in the place of stitches." Phil said.
"That is so cool, what other cool things do you have from the future?" she asked.
Phil rose to his feet, "We have lots of gadgets and devices and such, but the most important is the Wizard." Phil said reaching in his back pocket and pulling out a futuristic looking remote.
"What does it do?" she asked.
"Essentially anything." Phil said.
"What do you mean anything, it can't be that advanced. It would be misused by criminals and losers in general that are out to turn fortune." Keely said.
"We don't have those kinds of problems in the future." Phil said.
"Oh," Keely said.
"Okay it's understandable that you have questions about the future, but I think that it's more important for us to talk about your destiny." Phil said.
"My destiny?" Keely asked.
"You are apart of a proud legacy, and I must express the importance of the Slayer Heritage." Phil said.
"You sound like an old man, no offense." Keely said.
"I was Head Boy of the of The Rupert Giles Watcher's Academy." Phil said.
"Rupert Giles?"
"He was Watcher to the Great Slayer, Buffy Summers. We might get to meet her. If I am correct which I am, Mr. Giles himself will be sending for you soon." Phil said.
"What? Why? I thought you were going to be my Watcher." Keely said.
"Buffy and Giles are assembling all the Potentials from around the world to protect them from the Bringers in the Great Slayers home." Phil said.
"Where does she live?" Keely asked.
"Sunnydale, it's about three hours west of here." Phil said matter of factly.
"But I have a life here, friends, a budding journalism career, and cool new Watcher I don't want to live in a cramped house with about a hundred girls." Keely said.
"Buffy and her friends will want you to come live there." Phil said.
Keely was about to say something when Phil's mother opened the door, "Keely it's getting late and I don't like the idea of you going home tonight. Why don't you call your mother and ask if you can stay over."
"My mom is out of town this month giving realty seminars." Keely said.
"Well, you can stay here until she gets back or until the Great Slayer and her sorceress come for you."
"Okay, but I don't have anything to sleep in,"
"You can sleep in here Phil can crash in his sleeping bag and you can borrow something of mine. We'll go to your house in the morning to get your things."
"Okay thank you Mrs. Diffy," Keely smiled broadly.