Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy are to be held responsible for the
characters appearing in this story. I just borrow them to have a little fun
of my own.
Summary/Setting: Set before 7x18 "Dirty Girls" - actually I started to write this before the ep was aired; so much for my hopes. Willow comes back with a well-known ally who has a bit of a history with a spoiled brat.
Pairing/Rating: PG-13 for some kissage; W/K, F/K, bit slash, if you bother gayness in any form than go and read something else you moron!
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Buffy had gathered all the SiTs in the living room - again. She didn't know if she was ready for yet another motivation speech. The last one she had held wasn't that good and raised the fear-level instead of being any motivationable - at all!
"So, are there any news or beasties?"
The question came from Marla, or maybe that was Diana, all the names and faces, Buffy couldn't remember them right.
"Yeah Buff, what's the what? I was just about to hand out the right weapons so the training."
Now that was Xander. Buffy cut him off rather snappily.
"Stop it. You all can go back to whatever you were doing when Willow arrives. She brings something you all should be introduced to together. Actually someone."
". but Robin spend so much time with Batman in that dark and dank-y cave alone, that."
Andrew followed an eye-rolling Dawn into the room. Seeing the gathered crowd he stopped mid-sentence and sat on the chair he was so familiar with after being tied-up on it for so long.
"Who's coming?"
Dawn leaned on the back of the armchair. The answer just opened the front door.
"So, now we can start back from zero all over again after you've tasted evil yourself, Red? We're five by five then?"
"If you finally explain what five by what exactly, the answer should be yes."
Buffy turned around to see a grinning Faith followed by a surprisingly cheerful Willow.
"Hi B, long time no see."
Faith wasn't known for subtle manners so she just spat out what she thought wouldn't do any harm. Without responding Buffy grabbed her by the shoulder and pulled her right into the middle of the meeting. She just wasn't prepared to deal with the rogue slayer yet, so she wanted to get this over with.
"Attention girls and two guys, I'll present."
"Faith!"
Kennedy's glass smashed on the floor. Her little scream cut off all the mumbling from the others. Weeks had passed since the Summer's residence had been filled with silence and now this was a rather uncomfortable one.
Buffy looked puzzled as if someone was explaining the importance of the civil war. Xander felt like being reduced to a sextoy again. Kennedy was pretty much the definition of caught-in-the-act. And Willow just looked surprised from Faith to her and lover and back, finally catching that smirk on the slayer's face.
"This can't be!"
Faith was the first to find her voice again.
Didn't think I'd see you again, little Princess."
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Summer 1998, Boston
Another field trip with the family pretending to be a 90's version of the Waltons. Like that was something a mature fourteen years old girl would describe as cool. Fourteen - she was almost a grown-up woman. With that thought in her mind Kennedy trotted after her parents heading for the next museum. Bored as hell she tried to think of an excuse to go back to the hotel or better let them think she'd go to the hotel, but actually having time to explore this city on her own.
But before Kennedy had to lie her parents straight in the face she was once again surprised. That happened a lot to her due to her almost non-existent knowledge of human nature. Her mother turned to her and her sister.
"You two look like you are going to your own execution here. All we wanted to put into your brains was a little bit of culture. But I see for today there is no space left, right? Maybe we should meet tonight at the hotel and then have dinner together. You have your key and know where to go and especially where better not to go."
The last sentence was shot in Kennedy's direction. It may have been some time, but her mother still remembered that rebellious phase a walking hormone like her daughter had to go through. After the usual Do's & Don'ts the two girls were dismissed to enjoy a day by themselves. They refused the offer of a cab that her father was about to call and started to walk back. The girls waited until they were out of sight before spreading out their plans.
"Okay Kennedy, I don't know what you are up to, but the words adventure and danger are practically all over your face. Please think of me before you do anything stupid I could be held responsible for."
Kennedy rolled her eyes. It was odd they shared the same father when her sister could imitate her mother so well. "I'm not stupid, you know. All I wanna do is to stroll around a bit and enjoy the weather. Whereas you wanna do nothing, I guess."
"Right you are. I was so busy with school, the riding lessons, my friends and then this full pact culture programme Mom and Dad are pulling us through. I just wanna have some precious time alone. Eat junk food, maybe see a movie and do nothing at all."
So it was settled. Since they usually ate dinner around seven Kennedy would be back at six in front of the cinema so they could go back together pretending they never had split. Attracted by the nearest park Kennedy headed for a spot in the green grass to make up some plans while working on her tan.
When she finally found a decent place with almost none around she was about to lie down when she spotted a shabby backpack. It was half opened so the content was visible. Looked like someone had packed some extra clothes, yet it could also have been a collection of out sorted clothes. Before the now kneeling girl could examine it closer a voice shouted from above.
"Keep your manicured hands off of my stuff!"
Kennedy practically jumped up.
"I. I didn't mean to. it was just. I wanted."
"You wanna finish one of those sentences?"
The girl climbed down the tree she had been on with the grace of a cat. Now Kennedy was face-to-face with a dark haired girl she assumed to be a bout her age. Yet the look in her dark eyes let her seem older in soul. She wore blue jeans and a red tank top and - oh my god - was that a real tattoo on her upper arm?
"Okay, you can't talk properly and all you do is to stare at strangers. Are you from the west coast or something?"
All of a sudden Kennedy felt uncomfortable in her well-ironed white blouse and the plain black pants. At this moment she swore to herself never to be caught that off-guard again.
"I'm just not used to snappy girls pretty much falling out of the sky. And when you don't want people to touch your stuff then keep it to yourself!"
"Oh my, that princess got temper. Is there more where that was from? You just had the sweetest spark in your eyes."
The girl invaded Kennedy's private space, but before touching her she bend down and grabbed the backpack. A spicy and kinda dark scent surrounded her, which Kennedy couldn't name, but that made her smile nonetheless.
"My mother says I've got plenty of it. But I" - she stressed that word in an arrogant tone "still have some manners left. I'm Kennedy and you are?"
"Kennedy? What kind of a name is that? Your father trying to become next president?"
Although mocking her about the name she took the offered hand.
"I'm Faith. And I don't care about manners. If you want respect in this world you'll have to earn it, Princess."
"Would you stop calling me that?"
"Why? You talk all manners and look all money. Pretty much princess to me."
"I never asked for that. And I can't be what I never was. Just who do you to think you are to judge me by first looks?"
With this Faith sat down. She had wanted to go elsewhere, but that last comment made her change her mind. Maybe she should wait to discover what could be special about this brat. Even if it was just for the fun of it. It wasn't like she had anything else to do anyway.
"Okay, let's have a second look and you can convince me to stop calling you Princess."
Kennedy let herself fall beside her. There was a challenge now. She had to prove not being anything her mother so desperately tried to raise her to and there was this other task to identify that herb, yet at the same time soft almost intoxicating, odour that surrounded Faith.
"What do you want me to do? Climb that tree of yours? Go skinny-dipping in the lake? Robb those tourists over there?"
Faith had the dirtiest smirk Kennedy had ever seen.
"The skinny-dipping sounds nice. But I don't know you well enough. I'm not one for the meet and shag."
Normally Kennedy would have been shocked by such a blunt statement, but with Faith it just felt right. And the fact it was a girl saying it didn't bother her at all.
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to be concluded. (after this weekend, I promise)
Summary/Setting: Set before 7x18 "Dirty Girls" - actually I started to write this before the ep was aired; so much for my hopes. Willow comes back with a well-known ally who has a bit of a history with a spoiled brat.
Pairing/Rating: PG-13 for some kissage; W/K, F/K, bit slash, if you bother gayness in any form than go and read something else you moron!
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Buffy had gathered all the SiTs in the living room - again. She didn't know if she was ready for yet another motivation speech. The last one she had held wasn't that good and raised the fear-level instead of being any motivationable - at all!
"So, are there any news or beasties?"
The question came from Marla, or maybe that was Diana, all the names and faces, Buffy couldn't remember them right.
"Yeah Buff, what's the what? I was just about to hand out the right weapons so the training."
Now that was Xander. Buffy cut him off rather snappily.
"Stop it. You all can go back to whatever you were doing when Willow arrives. She brings something you all should be introduced to together. Actually someone."
". but Robin spend so much time with Batman in that dark and dank-y cave alone, that."
Andrew followed an eye-rolling Dawn into the room. Seeing the gathered crowd he stopped mid-sentence and sat on the chair he was so familiar with after being tied-up on it for so long.
"Who's coming?"
Dawn leaned on the back of the armchair. The answer just opened the front door.
"So, now we can start back from zero all over again after you've tasted evil yourself, Red? We're five by five then?"
"If you finally explain what five by what exactly, the answer should be yes."
Buffy turned around to see a grinning Faith followed by a surprisingly cheerful Willow.
"Hi B, long time no see."
Faith wasn't known for subtle manners so she just spat out what she thought wouldn't do any harm. Without responding Buffy grabbed her by the shoulder and pulled her right into the middle of the meeting. She just wasn't prepared to deal with the rogue slayer yet, so she wanted to get this over with.
"Attention girls and two guys, I'll present."
"Faith!"
Kennedy's glass smashed on the floor. Her little scream cut off all the mumbling from the others. Weeks had passed since the Summer's residence had been filled with silence and now this was a rather uncomfortable one.
Buffy looked puzzled as if someone was explaining the importance of the civil war. Xander felt like being reduced to a sextoy again. Kennedy was pretty much the definition of caught-in-the-act. And Willow just looked surprised from Faith to her and lover and back, finally catching that smirk on the slayer's face.
"This can't be!"
Faith was the first to find her voice again.
Didn't think I'd see you again, little Princess."
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Summer 1998, Boston
Another field trip with the family pretending to be a 90's version of the Waltons. Like that was something a mature fourteen years old girl would describe as cool. Fourteen - she was almost a grown-up woman. With that thought in her mind Kennedy trotted after her parents heading for the next museum. Bored as hell she tried to think of an excuse to go back to the hotel or better let them think she'd go to the hotel, but actually having time to explore this city on her own.
But before Kennedy had to lie her parents straight in the face she was once again surprised. That happened a lot to her due to her almost non-existent knowledge of human nature. Her mother turned to her and her sister.
"You two look like you are going to your own execution here. All we wanted to put into your brains was a little bit of culture. But I see for today there is no space left, right? Maybe we should meet tonight at the hotel and then have dinner together. You have your key and know where to go and especially where better not to go."
The last sentence was shot in Kennedy's direction. It may have been some time, but her mother still remembered that rebellious phase a walking hormone like her daughter had to go through. After the usual Do's & Don'ts the two girls were dismissed to enjoy a day by themselves. They refused the offer of a cab that her father was about to call and started to walk back. The girls waited until they were out of sight before spreading out their plans.
"Okay Kennedy, I don't know what you are up to, but the words adventure and danger are practically all over your face. Please think of me before you do anything stupid I could be held responsible for."
Kennedy rolled her eyes. It was odd they shared the same father when her sister could imitate her mother so well. "I'm not stupid, you know. All I wanna do is to stroll around a bit and enjoy the weather. Whereas you wanna do nothing, I guess."
"Right you are. I was so busy with school, the riding lessons, my friends and then this full pact culture programme Mom and Dad are pulling us through. I just wanna have some precious time alone. Eat junk food, maybe see a movie and do nothing at all."
So it was settled. Since they usually ate dinner around seven Kennedy would be back at six in front of the cinema so they could go back together pretending they never had split. Attracted by the nearest park Kennedy headed for a spot in the green grass to make up some plans while working on her tan.
When she finally found a decent place with almost none around she was about to lie down when she spotted a shabby backpack. It was half opened so the content was visible. Looked like someone had packed some extra clothes, yet it could also have been a collection of out sorted clothes. Before the now kneeling girl could examine it closer a voice shouted from above.
"Keep your manicured hands off of my stuff!"
Kennedy practically jumped up.
"I. I didn't mean to. it was just. I wanted."
"You wanna finish one of those sentences?"
The girl climbed down the tree she had been on with the grace of a cat. Now Kennedy was face-to-face with a dark haired girl she assumed to be a bout her age. Yet the look in her dark eyes let her seem older in soul. She wore blue jeans and a red tank top and - oh my god - was that a real tattoo on her upper arm?
"Okay, you can't talk properly and all you do is to stare at strangers. Are you from the west coast or something?"
All of a sudden Kennedy felt uncomfortable in her well-ironed white blouse and the plain black pants. At this moment she swore to herself never to be caught that off-guard again.
"I'm just not used to snappy girls pretty much falling out of the sky. And when you don't want people to touch your stuff then keep it to yourself!"
"Oh my, that princess got temper. Is there more where that was from? You just had the sweetest spark in your eyes."
The girl invaded Kennedy's private space, but before touching her she bend down and grabbed the backpack. A spicy and kinda dark scent surrounded her, which Kennedy couldn't name, but that made her smile nonetheless.
"My mother says I've got plenty of it. But I" - she stressed that word in an arrogant tone "still have some manners left. I'm Kennedy and you are?"
"Kennedy? What kind of a name is that? Your father trying to become next president?"
Although mocking her about the name she took the offered hand.
"I'm Faith. And I don't care about manners. If you want respect in this world you'll have to earn it, Princess."
"Would you stop calling me that?"
"Why? You talk all manners and look all money. Pretty much princess to me."
"I never asked for that. And I can't be what I never was. Just who do you to think you are to judge me by first looks?"
With this Faith sat down. She had wanted to go elsewhere, but that last comment made her change her mind. Maybe she should wait to discover what could be special about this brat. Even if it was just for the fun of it. It wasn't like she had anything else to do anyway.
"Okay, let's have a second look and you can convince me to stop calling you Princess."
Kennedy let herself fall beside her. There was a challenge now. She had to prove not being anything her mother so desperately tried to raise her to and there was this other task to identify that herb, yet at the same time soft almost intoxicating, odour that surrounded Faith.
"What do you want me to do? Climb that tree of yours? Go skinny-dipping in the lake? Robb those tourists over there?"
Faith had the dirtiest smirk Kennedy had ever seen.
"The skinny-dipping sounds nice. But I don't know you well enough. I'm not one for the meet and shag."
Normally Kennedy would have been shocked by such a blunt statement, but with Faith it just felt right. And the fact it was a girl saying it didn't bother her at all.
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to be concluded. (after this weekend, I promise)