Series: 31 Nights of Frights, Part Deux
Title: Grumpy Gals Do It Best
Author: Jmaria
Rating: FR-15
Disclaimer: Joss owns Rona, Kripke owns Jo. (God Bless em both)
FfA Pairing: Rona/Jo Harvelle (Supernatural)
Summary: 31 encounters of the creepy and not so creepy kind. FfA pairings.
Part Summary: Not every battle has a happy outcome.
A/N: Honestly, its meant in good clean fun, and I do like the characters, but they were both bitchy and whiny and down right un-likeable in their first appearances. Sequel of sorts to Boy in the Back Alley

31 Nights of Frights, Part Deux

Grumpy Gals Do It Best

Sam was kind of enjoying being on the outside of one of Rona's biggest fights to date. One that didn't involve slaying of any sort. Ronad hitched a ride with them a few towns back, and apparently Jo had been tracking her for a good long time before the little alley incident two months back. She looked pissed and damn near frightening when she'd pounded on their rented hotel room that night after sending some demon packing. Dean had been the unfortunate one to answer the door. Now both just watched in quiet awe as Rona and Jo went at it for the last hour and a half.

"And you were not supposed to hunt on your own! You're just a kid, Rona!" Jo shouted, sounding more like her mama with every sentence. Not that either Winchester boy was ever going to admit to even thinking that thought.

"I'm nineteen. Three years younger than you, and I don't even have to tell you what dumb shit you've been up to, do I?" Rona shouted right back. "I didn't ask for Buffy to send a little lap dog after me. I survived the Hellmouth -"

"You want a medal, or a chest to pin it on?" Jo snapped.

"You don't know a single thing about that day, so don't go flapping your mouth like you even give a shit about me or my life," Rona said quietly, tears in her eyes. "You took this damn job because you didn't want to cope with your daddy's dumb-ass choices and sigh in a corner over Deanie and what his daddy done did to your precious life."

"Rona," Sam jumped up to intervene then, only because they'd both said hurtful and true things. Rona only pushed him back.

"I don't have to listen to this bullshit anymore. She isn't my watcher. She isn't shit to me. And no amount of puppy-eyes from Sammy boy is gonna change one damn thing."

Rona stalked out into the night, not caring if she'd hurt the other girl whod tried to be family for her. Jo would never understand what it meant to live with an invisible expiration date over her head. Jo hunted - and did so recklessly - because she wanted to, not because she didn't have a choice.