FIC: Two Slayers (5/?)
"You're going away for a whole weekend? Without me?" Faith couldn't believe what she was hearing.
Jonathan gulped. "Well, there's this autograph signing in San Diego-."
Faith's eyes rolled. "So this is a Sci-Fi geek convention, someone from Star Trek or some such shit?" Jonathan shook his head. "Who then?" feet shuffling uncomfortably her boyfriend told her. Faith exploded. "HER! AGAIN! I let you have her poster on the wall and now you want to go to a freakin' autograph session? Nerd much!"
Jonathan shrugged. "I've liked her for years. She was kinda my first crus- "
"Oh great, just great! You've got a living breathing American honey and you wanna hook up with some foreign chick!"
"It's not like that. I just really like her acting."
"Her acting? Sure!" Faith snorted. "One hit film, Jonny. And that was an Arnie vehicle!"
Now it was Jonathan's turn to roll his eyes back. "Besides she's actually American, her name is actually a blend of Albanian and Dan-."
"Guess what! Don't care!" Faith bellowed and leapt to her feet. "Well screw you Johnno! I had this wicked night planned, me you, the back of the movies, but you can go to hell now!" Charging to his dorm room door, she swung it open and charged out. It would be a long time before he got the use of her lips again!
Jonathan stared at the open door. "Well that went well." He sighed before looking up at the poster above his bed. "She doesn't understand the love we share Eliza."
"Eliza Duckshoot!" God, she was so pissed. After years of being a dateless dork, Jonathan had finally scored with an uber-babe and still the ass was drooling after some Hollywood bitch. And she bet all her publicity photographs were doctored to make her look better - like some plastic Hollywood doll could compare with her! Well, if Jonathan wanted to drool after some uptight cow that was five by five by her, she was going to have some fun and how!
She was still fuming when she reached the campus bar. Shoving the door open, she strode in as if she owned the place, 'cause ten seconds after smiling at the right guys she would. It wasn't a bad place she supposed, not plush or nothing but several leagues up from the drug dens she'd spent her early teens hanging in. She stopped as she recognised the barman. "Aw fuck!" Summonsing her courage, she forced a confident expression and strode up to the bar. "Yo! Xan! Beer!"
Her friend's face fell as he turned towards her. "Faith, you can't come in here, you're too youn-."
"Xman," Faith forced a patient note. "I've been drinking since I was ten. Now either you serve me or I head up to the Fish Tank?" She smiled challengingly. "What's it gonna be?"
Xander looked at her, his eyes pleading. For a moment Faith felt bad about the position she'd put her friend in and was about to go home. Then Xander sighed. "Fine. What to you want?"
"Black Frost looks good." Faith cursed as she reached into her wallet. She only had what was left of her allowance, twelve bucks, on her. Hardly enough for her to get a buzz on, even before being Called she could sink six – eight bottles without feeling it much, as a Slayer she could take three times that. "Damn it," she muttered.
"Can I buy you a drink beautiful?"
She looked up into the eyes of a good-looking brown-haired guy maybe 3 – 4 years her senior. "Why sure handsome," she purred. "Black Frost's my drink. What's your handle?"
The man smiled. "Parker, you?"
"Faith."
"Damn it Faith," Xander grabbed her arm as she made to follow the youth to the table him and his friends were frequenting. "Parker Ahams is one of the biggest sleazes on campus," her friend warned.
Faith winked. "'Preciate your concern X, but I've been handling assholes like him since I hit puberty, I can handle him."
"If you need -."
"I'll be fine," she smiled to show her confidence although inwardly she fumed. Fuck, you'd think she was thirteen year old going out on her first date not a street-hardened Boston southie.
Xander stared at his friend's back as she slinked her way over to the table with Parker and his buddies, his heart sinking. "Great, just great," he muttered. First day on the job and Faith had to turn up, putting him in one hell of a position. If he didn't let her drink here, he knew she was more than capable of following through on her threat to go down to the Fish Tank and there was no way he was letting that happen. But on the other hand, if Giles found out he'd allowed Faith to drink....
Xander shuddered at the thought. Somehow he doubted there'd be enough left for an autopsy. "My life officially sucks."
"How's that Black Frost going?"
He turned to see his boss stood behind him and nodded. "Just fine Jack," he replied with a sickly smile. "They're drinking it like extremely thirsty fishes."
The man beamed. "That's great. I'll be in the back if there's any trouble."
Trouble? Xander winced. With Faith in the place that was almost guaranteed. "Now where's the number for The Green Berets?" he muttered.
Faith grimaced as Parker tried another of his lines on her. Please, she'd heard crap like this for years and had stopped being conned by this bs years ago. Any girl who fell for an idiot like this was just asking to be used in her opinion. If he decided buying a couple of drinks gave him privileges later, well she'd soon convince him otherwise. Hiding her distaste at her company, she took another sip of her beer. At least the booze was good. That was something.
Xander ground his teeth together as he approached the table where Faith and her companions were sat. It had been a slow night, probably because people had walked in, seen Faith and her friends making asses of themselves and left. "Look guys, it's nearly closing time," his voice trailed off when Parker sprang to his feet and turned, revealing a cavemanish face. "Oh crap."
"More beer!" he ducked beneath Parker's first right hook, slammed home a left body shot that had little apparent effect, and caught a jolting uppercut to the jaw that lifted him off his feet and sent him crashing to the floor. Xander attempted to shake his head clear of the stars circling him, guy hit like he carried a tire-iron in his fists. "More beer!" the man growled.
"No!" Suddenly Faith was between him and the changed man, slamming a haymaker into the man's jaw, knocking him backwards. "Not hurt friend."
Xander's words of thanks died on his lips when the Slayer turned to him and he saw whatever had effected Parker had clearly also effected her. "Guess the beer's off then."
Faith glared at the other members of her tribe until she was satisfied they wouldn't try anything before turning to her friend. Crouching down, she looked into his eyes and smiled. "Friend smell good."
The boy gulped. "You think, 'cause I'm thinking I need a shower oh right about now?"
"Um," she nuzzled her head into man's chest. "Man nice to touch."
"Uh Faith, not that this isn't enjoyable but," she smiled at the way the man wriggled beneath her, it felt good, "we both have significant others."
She looked up, confused. "Not want Faith?" She'd just rescued pretty boy and he didn't want her? Maybe not nice after all. She pouted. "Boy not wanna be friends?"
"Oh boy," the youth muttered before raising his voice. "Remember Jonathan?"
"Jon-at-han," she repeated slowly. "Jon-at-han mate?" She smiled as she remembered a short boy with shy eyes and a brave heart.
"Well I was going for boyfriend but mate would do, yeah," the man who she was hugging confirmed.
Faith beamed. "Find mate!" Jumping up, she leapt through a bar window, ignoring the man's shouts for her to stay. Mate's cuddles were the best.
Xander groaned as he clambered to his feet, ignoring the ache in his jaw. In his wildest dreams he hadn't thought things could go this bad. Relieved that the other cave-dwellers had apparently also left, he stumbled to the back to phone Giles – wouldn't that be a fun call.
And stopped as he saw Jack pouring some portion or other into the Black Frost kegs.
Faith smiled as she made her way down the dormitory corridor. "Nice boy," she cooed. "Wicked fun."
"You idiot!" Giles glared at Xander. "How bloody irresponsible!"
The youth had at least the grace to look ashamed. "Jack hates students he was drugging the booze, other-."
"I don't bloody care!" Giles exploded. "Faith is a minor! If the place had been raided with her record she could have ended up in Juvenile Hall! All the work she's put into straightening herself out, getting back on track, would have been wasted! I expected better of you Xander!"
"Giles," Kendra interrupted. "What are we going to do?"
After shooting Xander a final scowl he turned to his other daughter. "Cordelia, Tara, and I will go to Jonathan's to see if Faith's there. You and him," he gestured towards Xander with a nod, "will go and try and track down the others."
"But what if you -," Xander paled as he turned to him. "Never mind."
Jonathan looked up as the door to the dorm room he shared with Xander flew open. Instantly he sprang up and grabbed his stake. And dropped it a second later as he recognised the figure stood in the doorway – at least he thought he did. "F....Faith?"
Faith beamed. "Jon-at-han." Faith blushed, his wild girlfriend actually blushed. "Jon-at-han smell good and taste nice. Girl want Jon-at-han."
He swallowed as his girl-friend began to undress. If Faith didn't kill him if he struggled then Kendra or Giles would when they found them. "Help," he croaked.
"I am very angry with you Xander," Kendra informed her boyfriend. "Faith could have been hurt. Why did you allow her to drink?"
Xander groaned. Et tu Kendra? "She said if I didn't let her drink, she'd have gone to The Fish Tank and they serve kids as young as fourteen in there, drugs too, real low-lifes in there too. At least at the bar I could keep an eye on her," he sighed. "That was the theory anyway. And now, Faith's missing and Giles wants to cut me into little pieces."
Kendra squeezed his arm. "Faith placed you in a very difficult situation. I am sure that once Giles realises it that you will be forgiven."
"Yeah," Xander grimaced. If everyone was okay. Otherwise.....
"Look!" Kendra pointed in the distance. "There they are!"
"Faith, I think you're under some sort of spell," Jonathan reddened as his girl-friend's lace panties hit the floor. Correction he didn't have to worry about Kendra or Giles killing him, Faith was going to rip him to pieces when she came out of this. "You don't want to do this." He moved to the other side of his bed, all too conscious that Faith could leap over it in a single bound.
Which she promptly did. He gulped as Faith's face darkened. "Jon-at-han not like Faith?" she asked, her doe-like eyes hurt. "Jon-at-han not think me pretty?"
"Ah, uh," Jonathan swallowed. Oh boy, reasoning with Faith at the best of times was difficult, but now. "It's not that Faith, you're beautiful but- ."
"No but," he was cut by Faith pushing him down on the bed. "Faith wants mate now!" Suddenly Faith's eyes dimmed, she half-turned to the door and then fell on top of him. Jonathan looked over Faith's shoulder to see Giles, Tara, and Cordelia stood in the doorway.
"Oh good lord," Giles reddened.
Tara on the other hand was staring at his girl-friend's ass as if mesmerised while a tranquiliser gun brandishing Cordelia was beaming proudly. "Well shooting Faith with a tranq worked for me." The cheerleader wrinkled her nose. "And what was with the 'You Jane, me Tarzan act' anyhow?" Cordelia's beam widened. "Say Giles, can we lock her in your basement until the drug wears off?"
Kendra's right hand thudded into Parker's jaw, knocking the last of the cave-dwellers back towards him. Xander immediately brought the baton Giles had given him up and smacked into the back of Ahams' head, and watched with satisfaction as the sleaze dropped to the floor. "Ah," he muttered. "That felt good."
Jonathan looked up at the knock on his door. "Come in!"
"Hi Johnny," Faith walked in, a sheepish expression on her face. "Giles says I was pretty uncontrollable last night but you didn't take advantage or nothing." His girl-friend's face turned impish. "Guy must have a hell of a lot of self-control." Faith sighed. "I'm wicked sorry for storming off last night and for nearly attacking you. If there's anything I can do to make it up to you?"
Jonathan opened his mouth to say it wasn't necessary. Then an evil idea germinated. "Yeah there is actually." He quickly explained.
Faith paled. "No way Johnny," the Bostonian pleaded, using the same doe- eyes that the cave-dweller had the previous night. "Oh please."
He shook his head resolutely. "There's an item restriction," he explained. "If we both go, we can get twice the stuff."
After a second Faith pouted and nodded. "Fine!" she agreed grumpily. "But after this we're even!"
"Who do you want me to make the poster out to?"
"To Jonathan, All My Love."
Eliza looked up and squinted at the striking leather-clad brunette stood fidgeting in front of her desk. This girl was interesting, a world apart from the usual crowd she got at her autograph signings. She smiled, it was her philosophy to be nice to everyone until they gave you a reason not to. "He your boyfriend?" she asked as she passed the poster back.
The glare the girl gave her as she snatched the poster back was molten-hot. "Yeah!" she snarled, dropping a twenty on the desk between them. "MY boyfriend! Thanks!"
Eliza blinked as the girl stormed out of the memorabilia store. She met the strangest people.
"You're going away for a whole weekend? Without me?" Faith couldn't believe what she was hearing.
Jonathan gulped. "Well, there's this autograph signing in San Diego-."
Faith's eyes rolled. "So this is a Sci-Fi geek convention, someone from Star Trek or some such shit?" Jonathan shook his head. "Who then?" feet shuffling uncomfortably her boyfriend told her. Faith exploded. "HER! AGAIN! I let you have her poster on the wall and now you want to go to a freakin' autograph session? Nerd much!"
Jonathan shrugged. "I've liked her for years. She was kinda my first crus- "
"Oh great, just great! You've got a living breathing American honey and you wanna hook up with some foreign chick!"
"It's not like that. I just really like her acting."
"Her acting? Sure!" Faith snorted. "One hit film, Jonny. And that was an Arnie vehicle!"
Now it was Jonathan's turn to roll his eyes back. "Besides she's actually American, her name is actually a blend of Albanian and Dan-."
"Guess what! Don't care!" Faith bellowed and leapt to her feet. "Well screw you Johnno! I had this wicked night planned, me you, the back of the movies, but you can go to hell now!" Charging to his dorm room door, she swung it open and charged out. It would be a long time before he got the use of her lips again!
Jonathan stared at the open door. "Well that went well." He sighed before looking up at the poster above his bed. "She doesn't understand the love we share Eliza."
"Eliza Duckshoot!" God, she was so pissed. After years of being a dateless dork, Jonathan had finally scored with an uber-babe and still the ass was drooling after some Hollywood bitch. And she bet all her publicity photographs were doctored to make her look better - like some plastic Hollywood doll could compare with her! Well, if Jonathan wanted to drool after some uptight cow that was five by five by her, she was going to have some fun and how!
She was still fuming when she reached the campus bar. Shoving the door open, she strode in as if she owned the place, 'cause ten seconds after smiling at the right guys she would. It wasn't a bad place she supposed, not plush or nothing but several leagues up from the drug dens she'd spent her early teens hanging in. She stopped as she recognised the barman. "Aw fuck!" Summonsing her courage, she forced a confident expression and strode up to the bar. "Yo! Xan! Beer!"
Her friend's face fell as he turned towards her. "Faith, you can't come in here, you're too youn-."
"Xman," Faith forced a patient note. "I've been drinking since I was ten. Now either you serve me or I head up to the Fish Tank?" She smiled challengingly. "What's it gonna be?"
Xander looked at her, his eyes pleading. For a moment Faith felt bad about the position she'd put her friend in and was about to go home. Then Xander sighed. "Fine. What to you want?"
"Black Frost looks good." Faith cursed as she reached into her wallet. She only had what was left of her allowance, twelve bucks, on her. Hardly enough for her to get a buzz on, even before being Called she could sink six – eight bottles without feeling it much, as a Slayer she could take three times that. "Damn it," she muttered.
"Can I buy you a drink beautiful?"
She looked up into the eyes of a good-looking brown-haired guy maybe 3 – 4 years her senior. "Why sure handsome," she purred. "Black Frost's my drink. What's your handle?"
The man smiled. "Parker, you?"
"Faith."
"Damn it Faith," Xander grabbed her arm as she made to follow the youth to the table him and his friends were frequenting. "Parker Ahams is one of the biggest sleazes on campus," her friend warned.
Faith winked. "'Preciate your concern X, but I've been handling assholes like him since I hit puberty, I can handle him."
"If you need -."
"I'll be fine," she smiled to show her confidence although inwardly she fumed. Fuck, you'd think she was thirteen year old going out on her first date not a street-hardened Boston southie.
Xander stared at his friend's back as she slinked her way over to the table with Parker and his buddies, his heart sinking. "Great, just great," he muttered. First day on the job and Faith had to turn up, putting him in one hell of a position. If he didn't let her drink here, he knew she was more than capable of following through on her threat to go down to the Fish Tank and there was no way he was letting that happen. But on the other hand, if Giles found out he'd allowed Faith to drink....
Xander shuddered at the thought. Somehow he doubted there'd be enough left for an autopsy. "My life officially sucks."
"How's that Black Frost going?"
He turned to see his boss stood behind him and nodded. "Just fine Jack," he replied with a sickly smile. "They're drinking it like extremely thirsty fishes."
The man beamed. "That's great. I'll be in the back if there's any trouble."
Trouble? Xander winced. With Faith in the place that was almost guaranteed. "Now where's the number for The Green Berets?" he muttered.
Faith grimaced as Parker tried another of his lines on her. Please, she'd heard crap like this for years and had stopped being conned by this bs years ago. Any girl who fell for an idiot like this was just asking to be used in her opinion. If he decided buying a couple of drinks gave him privileges later, well she'd soon convince him otherwise. Hiding her distaste at her company, she took another sip of her beer. At least the booze was good. That was something.
Xander ground his teeth together as he approached the table where Faith and her companions were sat. It had been a slow night, probably because people had walked in, seen Faith and her friends making asses of themselves and left. "Look guys, it's nearly closing time," his voice trailed off when Parker sprang to his feet and turned, revealing a cavemanish face. "Oh crap."
"More beer!" he ducked beneath Parker's first right hook, slammed home a left body shot that had little apparent effect, and caught a jolting uppercut to the jaw that lifted him off his feet and sent him crashing to the floor. Xander attempted to shake his head clear of the stars circling him, guy hit like he carried a tire-iron in his fists. "More beer!" the man growled.
"No!" Suddenly Faith was between him and the changed man, slamming a haymaker into the man's jaw, knocking him backwards. "Not hurt friend."
Xander's words of thanks died on his lips when the Slayer turned to him and he saw whatever had effected Parker had clearly also effected her. "Guess the beer's off then."
Faith glared at the other members of her tribe until she was satisfied they wouldn't try anything before turning to her friend. Crouching down, she looked into his eyes and smiled. "Friend smell good."
The boy gulped. "You think, 'cause I'm thinking I need a shower oh right about now?"
"Um," she nuzzled her head into man's chest. "Man nice to touch."
"Uh Faith, not that this isn't enjoyable but," she smiled at the way the man wriggled beneath her, it felt good, "we both have significant others."
She looked up, confused. "Not want Faith?" She'd just rescued pretty boy and he didn't want her? Maybe not nice after all. She pouted. "Boy not wanna be friends?"
"Oh boy," the youth muttered before raising his voice. "Remember Jonathan?"
"Jon-at-han," she repeated slowly. "Jon-at-han mate?" She smiled as she remembered a short boy with shy eyes and a brave heart.
"Well I was going for boyfriend but mate would do, yeah," the man who she was hugging confirmed.
Faith beamed. "Find mate!" Jumping up, she leapt through a bar window, ignoring the man's shouts for her to stay. Mate's cuddles were the best.
Xander groaned as he clambered to his feet, ignoring the ache in his jaw. In his wildest dreams he hadn't thought things could go this bad. Relieved that the other cave-dwellers had apparently also left, he stumbled to the back to phone Giles – wouldn't that be a fun call.
And stopped as he saw Jack pouring some portion or other into the Black Frost kegs.
Faith smiled as she made her way down the dormitory corridor. "Nice boy," she cooed. "Wicked fun."
"You idiot!" Giles glared at Xander. "How bloody irresponsible!"
The youth had at least the grace to look ashamed. "Jack hates students he was drugging the booze, other-."
"I don't bloody care!" Giles exploded. "Faith is a minor! If the place had been raided with her record she could have ended up in Juvenile Hall! All the work she's put into straightening herself out, getting back on track, would have been wasted! I expected better of you Xander!"
"Giles," Kendra interrupted. "What are we going to do?"
After shooting Xander a final scowl he turned to his other daughter. "Cordelia, Tara, and I will go to Jonathan's to see if Faith's there. You and him," he gestured towards Xander with a nod, "will go and try and track down the others."
"But what if you -," Xander paled as he turned to him. "Never mind."
Jonathan looked up as the door to the dorm room he shared with Xander flew open. Instantly he sprang up and grabbed his stake. And dropped it a second later as he recognised the figure stood in the doorway – at least he thought he did. "F....Faith?"
Faith beamed. "Jon-at-han." Faith blushed, his wild girlfriend actually blushed. "Jon-at-han smell good and taste nice. Girl want Jon-at-han."
He swallowed as his girl-friend began to undress. If Faith didn't kill him if he struggled then Kendra or Giles would when they found them. "Help," he croaked.
"I am very angry with you Xander," Kendra informed her boyfriend. "Faith could have been hurt. Why did you allow her to drink?"
Xander groaned. Et tu Kendra? "She said if I didn't let her drink, she'd have gone to The Fish Tank and they serve kids as young as fourteen in there, drugs too, real low-lifes in there too. At least at the bar I could keep an eye on her," he sighed. "That was the theory anyway. And now, Faith's missing and Giles wants to cut me into little pieces."
Kendra squeezed his arm. "Faith placed you in a very difficult situation. I am sure that once Giles realises it that you will be forgiven."
"Yeah," Xander grimaced. If everyone was okay. Otherwise.....
"Look!" Kendra pointed in the distance. "There they are!"
"Faith, I think you're under some sort of spell," Jonathan reddened as his girl-friend's lace panties hit the floor. Correction he didn't have to worry about Kendra or Giles killing him, Faith was going to rip him to pieces when she came out of this. "You don't want to do this." He moved to the other side of his bed, all too conscious that Faith could leap over it in a single bound.
Which she promptly did. He gulped as Faith's face darkened. "Jon-at-han not like Faith?" she asked, her doe-like eyes hurt. "Jon-at-han not think me pretty?"
"Ah, uh," Jonathan swallowed. Oh boy, reasoning with Faith at the best of times was difficult, but now. "It's not that Faith, you're beautiful but- ."
"No but," he was cut by Faith pushing him down on the bed. "Faith wants mate now!" Suddenly Faith's eyes dimmed, she half-turned to the door and then fell on top of him. Jonathan looked over Faith's shoulder to see Giles, Tara, and Cordelia stood in the doorway.
"Oh good lord," Giles reddened.
Tara on the other hand was staring at his girl-friend's ass as if mesmerised while a tranquiliser gun brandishing Cordelia was beaming proudly. "Well shooting Faith with a tranq worked for me." The cheerleader wrinkled her nose. "And what was with the 'You Jane, me Tarzan act' anyhow?" Cordelia's beam widened. "Say Giles, can we lock her in your basement until the drug wears off?"
Kendra's right hand thudded into Parker's jaw, knocking the last of the cave-dwellers back towards him. Xander immediately brought the baton Giles had given him up and smacked into the back of Ahams' head, and watched with satisfaction as the sleaze dropped to the floor. "Ah," he muttered. "That felt good."
Jonathan looked up at the knock on his door. "Come in!"
"Hi Johnny," Faith walked in, a sheepish expression on her face. "Giles says I was pretty uncontrollable last night but you didn't take advantage or nothing." His girl-friend's face turned impish. "Guy must have a hell of a lot of self-control." Faith sighed. "I'm wicked sorry for storming off last night and for nearly attacking you. If there's anything I can do to make it up to you?"
Jonathan opened his mouth to say it wasn't necessary. Then an evil idea germinated. "Yeah there is actually." He quickly explained.
Faith paled. "No way Johnny," the Bostonian pleaded, using the same doe- eyes that the cave-dweller had the previous night. "Oh please."
He shook his head resolutely. "There's an item restriction," he explained. "If we both go, we can get twice the stuff."
After a second Faith pouted and nodded. "Fine!" she agreed grumpily. "But after this we're even!"
"Who do you want me to make the poster out to?"
"To Jonathan, All My Love."
Eliza looked up and squinted at the striking leather-clad brunette stood fidgeting in front of her desk. This girl was interesting, a world apart from the usual crowd she got at her autograph signings. She smiled, it was her philosophy to be nice to everyone until they gave you a reason not to. "He your boyfriend?" she asked as she passed the poster back.
The glare the girl gave her as she snatched the poster back was molten-hot. "Yeah!" she snarled, dropping a twenty on the desk between them. "MY boyfriend! Thanks!"
Eliza blinked as the girl stormed out of the memorabilia store. She met the strangest people.