"May I ask what were you were thinking, disobeying orders?!" The man who
she had worked beside stormed up to her while she was tending this guys
arm. It had been cut, but no arteries. If it didn't get infected, it should
be just fine. Over the years, she had learned a lot about minor first aid.
"Listen, dude, I don't know who you think you are-"
"Aragorn, son of Arathorn, heir of Ilsildor." He gave a slight nod.
"Well, I'm Buffy, son of Hank, the vampire slayer." She mocked his introduction. "And for your information, I don't take orders. I give them." She retorted, standing. He looked at her in awe. During the battle, he had seen how well she could wield a weapon, but looking at her now, with the chaos gone, she was tiny! And yet, she had the fire of a man twice her size.
And I'm Faith. Just Faith. None of that lady crap, y'hear?"
"Buffy! There you are!"
"Willow?! What are you doing here?!" She spun at the sound of her friend's voice, and Aragorn followed her gaze. A red head stepped up to hug Buffy, daughter of Hank. He knew she was messing with him.
"Kennedy got me. There's a portal open there, but not here?"
"That's how we got here? A portal?" She slammed her fist through thin air, having nothing else to smash it through. "I should have known that the First would pull something like this. Oh, by the way, great job. The spell took."
"I know, I can feel them. And not just ours, here." She closed her eyes. "Girls in class, falling off their chairs, an 11 year old, playing softball." She smiled. "Wait.Dawnie?" she opened her eyes, and looked to Buffy for answers, and that's when she saw Aragorn. "Oo! What's this? A little after slaying attraction?" she teased.
"what?! No! he's being a sexist pig, even tough, if it weren't for us, he never would have won." She threw in his face. "are you sure he's not evil?" Buffy whined, turning to Willow. She was partially joking.
"Excuse me?!" he raised his eyebrows at her. He'd like to raise his fist at her, except he'd never harm a lady.
"And I bet he doesn't hit girls, either. That's the attitude that gets many vamps killed, you know." She said. "sexist pig." She muttered. Faith smirked at the older woman's attitude. She knew she'd eventually break this guy, that's what Buffy did.
"Aragorn!" A short stout man and a tall, fair guy with long, flowing hair approached."
"Will you tell him that I beat him!"
"You killed 42, and you beat me by one, fair and square."
"Alas! And my axe is notched because of that last one!"
"Who are these fair ladies?" the tall one asked.
"Buffy. She's Willow."
"Faith, nice to meet ya."
"You do the name justice." Legolas said, looking at Willow still. She blushed.
"This is Gimli, son of Gloin, and Legolas of Mirkwood."
"So, Gimli, Legolas, you're final count was 42 and 41?! Please! I kill more vamps than that in a week back home." She taunted them. "Oo! Axe!"
Buffy sighed at her..at Faith's competitiveness, deciding not to mention she has been recently broken out of jail. She moved on to the next man. She by passed a few, before finding one she could help. Both Willow and Aragorn followed.
Aragorn watched in surprised admiration as this Buffy ripped the hem of her own shirt to bind a man's arm. He saw her bare midriff, and looked away. Of course, she noticed.
"What? Is it wrong of me to tend to these guy's wounds, when they didn't have a chance in the first place? And they shouldn't have been out there. At least I had a chance. That's more than they had. She indicated the wounded around her.
"What about your own wounds?" he touched her arm, and she flinched. She shrugged out of the arm of Angel's leather coat and pulled up her short sleeve. He would have thought that she would have made more of a scene, yet she had proved herself to be tough during the battle. She poked it, and winced.
"It's shallow, but might get infected. Will, do you got anything?" In response, she rooted around in the satchel she carried, which he hadn't noticed before.
"Here's a poultice I made earlier. I've only got a bit, though. Not enough even for the girls." She pulled out a jar. Buffy dipped into it and rubbed it onto the wound.
"there. No big. Anything else, Mr. Hot Shot?"
"You're cheek." He touched it with his pinky finger. This time she shivered. He drew back his hand. "Sorry." He murmured, fiddling with his Evanstar pendant. She in turn caressed the cross that had been given to her in a dark alley way seven years ago.
"A woman's place is with her family." He hesitated before saying.
"This is my family. Dawn, over there, my sister. Will, my best friend. Faith.. She's not a friend, but she's no longer an enemy. And these girls..I'm all they have left. I'm their leader, their protector from things that can squash them like bugs." She said, but then her voice softened. "But now...they don't need me anymore." She stared off into space a moment.
Aragorn was going to argue that wasn't family, but he bit the comment back. The lady was not only right, she was obviously in pain about something.
"I'd, um, like to know more about this slayer." he finally said.
"I am this slayer." the fire was back in her eyes. "What do you want to know?"
"Buffy, I'm gonna go find Kennedy." Willow said.
"K."
"What's this slayer?"
"Short or long version?" He shrugged. She sighed, before launching into a monotone. "Into each generation a Slayer is born. One girl in all the world, a Chosen One. One born with the strength and skill to fight the vampires, to stop the spread of their evil and the swell of their numbers." She said, as if reading from a book. "Or another way to put it; In every generation there is a Chosen One. She alone will stand against the vampires, the demons and the forces of darkness, as well as other evilly creatures. She is the Slayer. And she is I."
"So you are a warrior-"
"I am a champion. I'm all that stands between my world and oblivion. Well, I was. Then, I faced the Master. And then Kendra was called. And then she died, so Faith was called. Because there is only one Slayer. Another is only called if the previous one looses. That's the deal. One dies, another's called."
"So then.you died?"
"Yeah. Trust me, it's the strangest thing to go through. See, I drowned, but then, Xander revived me." He stared at her in disbelief. "You think that's bad, try being brought back after four months. After giving your life to save others. Clawing out of your grave. Trust me, it does not bode well with your nails."
"Wait, you drowned, then buried, then brought back?"
"No, I've died twice." She said, shrugging, before going off to see what Dawn was up to.
"Lady Buffy, I must ask; are you willing to give everything to help us save Middle Earth?" he called after her.
"I sent my lover to hell and eternal torment to save my world. 3 years later, I killed myself to save it again. And now.I've led an army of girls against the worst evil I've ever faced. I've faced vampire masters, evil mayors, cyborgs, Hell Goddesses, and even my best friend. And I just went into the mouth of hell, let it swallow me to stop the evil. But here's the thing, it's gonna choke on me, and it's going to fail. I've given my all, and I still have to give. But then, life never has been fair, now has it?" She turned her back on him. "I think the real question is- what do I have left to give?" she muttered. ~ * ~
A/N: ok, this seemed like a good stopping place. Don't worry, I have more to type, just not a lot of time. But tomorrow's a half day, after the two hour pep rally *UGH!* so I'll have more time then! REVIEW please! Let a girl know you're still interested!
"Listen, dude, I don't know who you think you are-"
"Aragorn, son of Arathorn, heir of Ilsildor." He gave a slight nod.
"Well, I'm Buffy, son of Hank, the vampire slayer." She mocked his introduction. "And for your information, I don't take orders. I give them." She retorted, standing. He looked at her in awe. During the battle, he had seen how well she could wield a weapon, but looking at her now, with the chaos gone, she was tiny! And yet, she had the fire of a man twice her size.
And I'm Faith. Just Faith. None of that lady crap, y'hear?"
"Buffy! There you are!"
"Willow?! What are you doing here?!" She spun at the sound of her friend's voice, and Aragorn followed her gaze. A red head stepped up to hug Buffy, daughter of Hank. He knew she was messing with him.
"Kennedy got me. There's a portal open there, but not here?"
"That's how we got here? A portal?" She slammed her fist through thin air, having nothing else to smash it through. "I should have known that the First would pull something like this. Oh, by the way, great job. The spell took."
"I know, I can feel them. And not just ours, here." She closed her eyes. "Girls in class, falling off their chairs, an 11 year old, playing softball." She smiled. "Wait.Dawnie?" she opened her eyes, and looked to Buffy for answers, and that's when she saw Aragorn. "Oo! What's this? A little after slaying attraction?" she teased.
"what?! No! he's being a sexist pig, even tough, if it weren't for us, he never would have won." She threw in his face. "are you sure he's not evil?" Buffy whined, turning to Willow. She was partially joking.
"Excuse me?!" he raised his eyebrows at her. He'd like to raise his fist at her, except he'd never harm a lady.
"And I bet he doesn't hit girls, either. That's the attitude that gets many vamps killed, you know." She said. "sexist pig." She muttered. Faith smirked at the older woman's attitude. She knew she'd eventually break this guy, that's what Buffy did.
"Aragorn!" A short stout man and a tall, fair guy with long, flowing hair approached."
"Will you tell him that I beat him!"
"You killed 42, and you beat me by one, fair and square."
"Alas! And my axe is notched because of that last one!"
"Who are these fair ladies?" the tall one asked.
"Buffy. She's Willow."
"Faith, nice to meet ya."
"You do the name justice." Legolas said, looking at Willow still. She blushed.
"This is Gimli, son of Gloin, and Legolas of Mirkwood."
"So, Gimli, Legolas, you're final count was 42 and 41?! Please! I kill more vamps than that in a week back home." She taunted them. "Oo! Axe!"
Buffy sighed at her..at Faith's competitiveness, deciding not to mention she has been recently broken out of jail. She moved on to the next man. She by passed a few, before finding one she could help. Both Willow and Aragorn followed.
Aragorn watched in surprised admiration as this Buffy ripped the hem of her own shirt to bind a man's arm. He saw her bare midriff, and looked away. Of course, she noticed.
"What? Is it wrong of me to tend to these guy's wounds, when they didn't have a chance in the first place? And they shouldn't have been out there. At least I had a chance. That's more than they had. She indicated the wounded around her.
"What about your own wounds?" he touched her arm, and she flinched. She shrugged out of the arm of Angel's leather coat and pulled up her short sleeve. He would have thought that she would have made more of a scene, yet she had proved herself to be tough during the battle. She poked it, and winced.
"It's shallow, but might get infected. Will, do you got anything?" In response, she rooted around in the satchel she carried, which he hadn't noticed before.
"Here's a poultice I made earlier. I've only got a bit, though. Not enough even for the girls." She pulled out a jar. Buffy dipped into it and rubbed it onto the wound.
"there. No big. Anything else, Mr. Hot Shot?"
"You're cheek." He touched it with his pinky finger. This time she shivered. He drew back his hand. "Sorry." He murmured, fiddling with his Evanstar pendant. She in turn caressed the cross that had been given to her in a dark alley way seven years ago.
"A woman's place is with her family." He hesitated before saying.
"This is my family. Dawn, over there, my sister. Will, my best friend. Faith.. She's not a friend, but she's no longer an enemy. And these girls..I'm all they have left. I'm their leader, their protector from things that can squash them like bugs." She said, but then her voice softened. "But now...they don't need me anymore." She stared off into space a moment.
Aragorn was going to argue that wasn't family, but he bit the comment back. The lady was not only right, she was obviously in pain about something.
"I'd, um, like to know more about this slayer." he finally said.
"I am this slayer." the fire was back in her eyes. "What do you want to know?"
"Buffy, I'm gonna go find Kennedy." Willow said.
"K."
"What's this slayer?"
"Short or long version?" He shrugged. She sighed, before launching into a monotone. "Into each generation a Slayer is born. One girl in all the world, a Chosen One. One born with the strength and skill to fight the vampires, to stop the spread of their evil and the swell of their numbers." She said, as if reading from a book. "Or another way to put it; In every generation there is a Chosen One. She alone will stand against the vampires, the demons and the forces of darkness, as well as other evilly creatures. She is the Slayer. And she is I."
"So you are a warrior-"
"I am a champion. I'm all that stands between my world and oblivion. Well, I was. Then, I faced the Master. And then Kendra was called. And then she died, so Faith was called. Because there is only one Slayer. Another is only called if the previous one looses. That's the deal. One dies, another's called."
"So then.you died?"
"Yeah. Trust me, it's the strangest thing to go through. See, I drowned, but then, Xander revived me." He stared at her in disbelief. "You think that's bad, try being brought back after four months. After giving your life to save others. Clawing out of your grave. Trust me, it does not bode well with your nails."
"Wait, you drowned, then buried, then brought back?"
"No, I've died twice." She said, shrugging, before going off to see what Dawn was up to.
"Lady Buffy, I must ask; are you willing to give everything to help us save Middle Earth?" he called after her.
"I sent my lover to hell and eternal torment to save my world. 3 years later, I killed myself to save it again. And now.I've led an army of girls against the worst evil I've ever faced. I've faced vampire masters, evil mayors, cyborgs, Hell Goddesses, and even my best friend. And I just went into the mouth of hell, let it swallow me to stop the evil. But here's the thing, it's gonna choke on me, and it's going to fail. I've given my all, and I still have to give. But then, life never has been fair, now has it?" She turned her back on him. "I think the real question is- what do I have left to give?" she muttered. ~ * ~
A/N: ok, this seemed like a good stopping place. Don't worry, I have more to type, just not a lot of time. But tomorrow's a half day, after the two hour pep rally *UGH!* so I'll have more time then! REVIEW please! Let a girl know you're still interested!