Take a Chance 3: Flirting with Danger
author: Lucinda
rating: pg/pg 13
pairing: Faith/Bill Weasley
disclaimer: I hold no legal rights to any characters from Buffy/Angel or to any characters from the Harry Potter books.
distribution: TNL, Twisting the Hellmouth, Paula, anyone else just ask.
notes: probably AU-ish for Faith, set roughly season 3 A:tS/s7 BtVS, post book 4 HP, not in England.
Bill glared at the wall, certain that his map claimed there was a small street here. He'd been trying to find the hotel that this detective agency that Faith worked with was based at, but it seemed that he'd somehow... gotten turned around.
He grumbled to himself, wishing that he could have a few more things go right in this city. Yes, he'd met Faith, the most interesting woman he could recall ever meeting. But Henlen's was being a pack of wretched, annoying, conceited gits, he kept getting lost in this city, and the food… ugh.
Turning a corner in his effort to backtrack, he froze, staring at a pair of faces warped by pronounced brow ridges and sharp fangs, made more terrible by the gleaming yellow eyes. They'd almost looked like they were running away from something.
"Look what we found… dinner." One of the vampires snarled, his lips pulled back in a menacing smile.
"Bugger that!" Bill might have been having a bad day, but he wasn't about to become the chew toy for a pair of vampires. He pulled his wand from his sleeve, holding it towards the vampires.
"Solarius!" He almost shouted the word, hoping desperately that he'd remembered the proper pronunciation for the spell that mimicked sunlight. His wand began to glow brightly.
Apparently, it wasn't quite the right pronunciation after all, because while they cringed and pulled away in apparent pain, they didn't become dust. Pulling his pocketknife, he quickly transformed it into a sword, and decapitated the first vampire, who fell to dust with an impressive whooshing sound. Unfortunately, the second took advantage of the distraction, grabbing at his arm with sharp claws.
"More for me!" Discolored fangs bared, the vampire lunged forward.
Bill felt panic surge through him, and swatted at the vampire with his wand, wincing as he did. As if swatting a vampire with a little stick would really do much. But apparently, it had a much bigger impact if the stick was a wizard's wand, and if that wand was currently trying to impersonate the sun. The vampire howled, crumbling to dust, the effect spreading from the welt left by his wand.
"Well… that was a damn lucky thing for me. Maybe I should go back to the hotel…" Bill stared at the dust piles, feeling rather proud of himself. He'd fought two vampires! He'd WON a fight against two vampires.
He'd like to go bandage his arm right about now. The punctures from the vampires claws felt like they were burning, and he really hoped that they didn't get infected.
He staggered a bit as he left the small street, walking to the left. Eventually, he would come to a street that he recognized, then it would be back to the hotel, and a round of bandages. At least, that was his plan. Plans didn't always last very long.
"Bill! Oh shit, are you alright? You're bleeding…" Faith was there, her hands on his arm, her eyes full of worry.
"I've been better, actually. I got a bit turned around, and then… Trouble." He wasn't quite certain how to explain it. If he told her about vampires, she'd think he was a nutter, a perfect candidate for Bedlam.
"This needs to get cleaned up… Come on, I'll take you to the Hyperion, we can fix this up there." Faith sounded worried.
"Those detectives run into a lot of violence?" He had the oddest feeling that she wasn't telling him everything. He wondered what she was hiding.
"LA's not the safest place in the world. Sometimes things happen." Faith was practically towing him along. Her grip on his arm was firm, almost painful, in fact.
The Hotel Hyperion was ridiculously close. He'd actually seen it, the large building dominating the area. But he hadn't considered that a hotel could be so big, so he'd kept looking elsewhere. Faith towed him right up to the main doors and into the lobby.
It didn't look like a hotel inside. Well, the structures were right, but the feeling wasn't. It was far too quiet, and there were gleaming weapons along one wall, and a table with piles of leather bound books and a gleaming metal thing that looked almost but not quite like a Muggle toaster.
"Wesley! I need the first aid kit." Faith's voice was confident, she had no doubt about her place here, about her ability to make demands like that.
There was something almost but not quite familiar about the man who brought the bandages, and he definitely sounded British from the mutterings that Bill couldn't quite catch. He also looked most unhappy about the puncture wounds. Not unhappy as if he was having a problem with the sight of an injury, but unhappy like he knew exactly what had caused it.
There was someone else, a tall man with broad shoulders looking at them. He had spiky dark hair, and there was something about him that definitely looked a bit familiar. Bill was positive that he'd seen him, or a picture of him somewhere before. The man turned away, and went quickly up the stairs, disappearing from view.
"I don't think you should go back out there tonight, Bill." Faith's voice was low, and she looked nervous.
"It's not that bad, they weren't very deep." Bill protested slightly, even though he really didn't want to go back outside. He'd seen two vampires tonight, how many more were still out there?
Faith glared at him, her eyes flashing with temper. "This isn't about you being a manly man! It's not safe out there tonight, and I want my boyfriend in one piece. Besides, you've probably had a long, miserable day, and it would do you good to get a decent night's rest. And we have plenty of rooms here."
Wesley made an odd noise, apparently surprised by part of Faith's outburst. "Boyfriend? I'll… just go put this away now." He gathered up the kit and made what was clearly a retreat.
"You do?" Bill felt himself grinning like a loon. "I suppose I could stay the night then. For you."
She blushed, looking back at his arm. "I… don't want you getting killed or anything like that."
"Hey… I don't mind at all." Bill smiled a bit, and then kissed her.
"So, where do I sleep?"
end Flirting with Danger.
author: Lucinda
rating: pg/pg 13
pairing: Faith/Bill Weasley
disclaimer: I hold no legal rights to any characters from Buffy/Angel or to any characters from the Harry Potter books.
distribution: TNL, Twisting the Hellmouth, Paula, anyone else just ask.
notes: probably AU-ish for Faith, set roughly season 3 A:tS/s7 BtVS, post book 4 HP, not in England.
Bill glared at the wall, certain that his map claimed there was a small street here. He'd been trying to find the hotel that this detective agency that Faith worked with was based at, but it seemed that he'd somehow... gotten turned around.
He grumbled to himself, wishing that he could have a few more things go right in this city. Yes, he'd met Faith, the most interesting woman he could recall ever meeting. But Henlen's was being a pack of wretched, annoying, conceited gits, he kept getting lost in this city, and the food… ugh.
Turning a corner in his effort to backtrack, he froze, staring at a pair of faces warped by pronounced brow ridges and sharp fangs, made more terrible by the gleaming yellow eyes. They'd almost looked like they were running away from something.
"Look what we found… dinner." One of the vampires snarled, his lips pulled back in a menacing smile.
"Bugger that!" Bill might have been having a bad day, but he wasn't about to become the chew toy for a pair of vampires. He pulled his wand from his sleeve, holding it towards the vampires.
"Solarius!" He almost shouted the word, hoping desperately that he'd remembered the proper pronunciation for the spell that mimicked sunlight. His wand began to glow brightly.
Apparently, it wasn't quite the right pronunciation after all, because while they cringed and pulled away in apparent pain, they didn't become dust. Pulling his pocketknife, he quickly transformed it into a sword, and decapitated the first vampire, who fell to dust with an impressive whooshing sound. Unfortunately, the second took advantage of the distraction, grabbing at his arm with sharp claws.
"More for me!" Discolored fangs bared, the vampire lunged forward.
Bill felt panic surge through him, and swatted at the vampire with his wand, wincing as he did. As if swatting a vampire with a little stick would really do much. But apparently, it had a much bigger impact if the stick was a wizard's wand, and if that wand was currently trying to impersonate the sun. The vampire howled, crumbling to dust, the effect spreading from the welt left by his wand.
"Well… that was a damn lucky thing for me. Maybe I should go back to the hotel…" Bill stared at the dust piles, feeling rather proud of himself. He'd fought two vampires! He'd WON a fight against two vampires.
He'd like to go bandage his arm right about now. The punctures from the vampires claws felt like they were burning, and he really hoped that they didn't get infected.
He staggered a bit as he left the small street, walking to the left. Eventually, he would come to a street that he recognized, then it would be back to the hotel, and a round of bandages. At least, that was his plan. Plans didn't always last very long.
"Bill! Oh shit, are you alright? You're bleeding…" Faith was there, her hands on his arm, her eyes full of worry.
"I've been better, actually. I got a bit turned around, and then… Trouble." He wasn't quite certain how to explain it. If he told her about vampires, she'd think he was a nutter, a perfect candidate for Bedlam.
"This needs to get cleaned up… Come on, I'll take you to the Hyperion, we can fix this up there." Faith sounded worried.
"Those detectives run into a lot of violence?" He had the oddest feeling that she wasn't telling him everything. He wondered what she was hiding.
"LA's not the safest place in the world. Sometimes things happen." Faith was practically towing him along. Her grip on his arm was firm, almost painful, in fact.
The Hotel Hyperion was ridiculously close. He'd actually seen it, the large building dominating the area. But he hadn't considered that a hotel could be so big, so he'd kept looking elsewhere. Faith towed him right up to the main doors and into the lobby.
It didn't look like a hotel inside. Well, the structures were right, but the feeling wasn't. It was far too quiet, and there were gleaming weapons along one wall, and a table with piles of leather bound books and a gleaming metal thing that looked almost but not quite like a Muggle toaster.
"Wesley! I need the first aid kit." Faith's voice was confident, she had no doubt about her place here, about her ability to make demands like that.
There was something almost but not quite familiar about the man who brought the bandages, and he definitely sounded British from the mutterings that Bill couldn't quite catch. He also looked most unhappy about the puncture wounds. Not unhappy as if he was having a problem with the sight of an injury, but unhappy like he knew exactly what had caused it.
There was someone else, a tall man with broad shoulders looking at them. He had spiky dark hair, and there was something about him that definitely looked a bit familiar. Bill was positive that he'd seen him, or a picture of him somewhere before. The man turned away, and went quickly up the stairs, disappearing from view.
"I don't think you should go back out there tonight, Bill." Faith's voice was low, and she looked nervous.
"It's not that bad, they weren't very deep." Bill protested slightly, even though he really didn't want to go back outside. He'd seen two vampires tonight, how many more were still out there?
Faith glared at him, her eyes flashing with temper. "This isn't about you being a manly man! It's not safe out there tonight, and I want my boyfriend in one piece. Besides, you've probably had a long, miserable day, and it would do you good to get a decent night's rest. And we have plenty of rooms here."
Wesley made an odd noise, apparently surprised by part of Faith's outburst. "Boyfriend? I'll… just go put this away now." He gathered up the kit and made what was clearly a retreat.
"You do?" Bill felt himself grinning like a loon. "I suppose I could stay the night then. For you."
She blushed, looking back at his arm. "I… don't want you getting killed or anything like that."
"Hey… I don't mind at all." Bill smiled a bit, and then kissed her.
"So, where do I sleep?"
end Flirting with Danger.