Summary: Yay! Reinforcements!
Crossover: Bastard!!, Slayers
Disclaimer: I don't own Bastard!!, Slayers, or Buffy the Vampire Shagger. Although, if the respective owners want to swap for a couple of CDs that's fine.
Feedback: Yeah, baby!
Pre-fic comments:
Why are my chapters so short? Because I'm a lazy bum.
Some strong language in here.
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Xander was having quite a good day, so far. He hadn't come across any demons, vampires, or irate parents. And he'd gotten back his book of the mojo from Giles last night, who had finished making a 'photostat' copy for Willow. (Xander assumed that Giles had /meant/ to say 'photocopy', but his essential Englishness rendered him incapable of speaking American.)
A shapely hand waved between his eyes and the printed page. Hmm. Not Cordelia's hand.
"'Scuse me, you know where the Librarian dude is?," a female voice asked.
Xander looked up.
The girl looked vastly different to Cordelia -- where the cheerleader was carefully arranged, poised, almost artificially so, this new girl was far more free in appearance and organic. She was dressed in a dark denim pair of jeans, a denim jacket, and a black shirt. Her hair was shoulderlength, her facial features pronounced, as if her eyes gave away a state of perpetual insomnia.
"Giles, the G-man?," Xander asked casually. "And who might this vision be?"
The girl looked at the Primer for a moment. "Wicked weird. You into this shit? I'm Faith."
"I'm Xander. Well, my name's Alexander, but everyone calls me Xander."
"Cool," Faith said. "So. Giles? Librarian?"
"Oh, sure," Xander said. "He's cool, in his dorky British way. This way."
For some reason, Faith found the Primer interesting. "You can do that magic stuff?"
"Sure," Xander said. He easily summoned a small fireball with a quick incantation, long practice at the spell on patrol making it familiar and easy to control. "Look, Ma, no matches!"
Faith found herself laughing for some reason.
"Cool."
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They found Giles argueing over pick up lines, of all things, in the Library. Xander gestured to Faith to be quiet while they listened in.
"W-w-w-what I'm proposing is, um... and I-I don't mean to appear indecorous, is, is, um, a, a-a-a social engagement, um, a, a, a, a-a date, if you're amenable," the man stuttered. After a moment, he added, "You idiot!"
"You'll have more luck if you don't call her an idiot," Buffy commented.
"W-what?!"
"Being called an idiot tends to take people out of the dating mood," Buffy added.
"'kin A," Faith called out as she sauntered into the Library. "You G-man?"
Giles groaned. Both Slayers laughed as he gave Xander an extremely dirty look.
"Don't call me that," he muttered, taking off his glasses and cleaning them.
"Anything you say, G-man," Faith smirked. "I'm Faith, the new Slayer-babe?"
"Hold on," Xander said, holding both hands in the recognised T shape requesting a 'time out'. "Time out. What happened to that 'One girl' stuff, Giles?"
"Er, I can only conjecture that Buffy's drowning had a greater effect on her than we had thought," Giles hedged.
"I died, and you call it a 'greater effect'?," Buffy demanded incredulously.
Xander's face creased slightly. "Why is it that all Slayers are drop-dead beautiful? Not that I'm complaining, mind you."
"Yes, well," Giles interrupted, taking back control of the situation. "How did patrol go last night, Buffy? Did Mr Korshak show up on schedule?"
"More or less," Buffy replied. "Angel and I took care of him."
"Who's Angel?," Faith asked. "Girlfriend of yours?"
"Really old guy vampire," Xander interrupted. "Scourge of Europe, major bad juju in his day."
Buffy gave Xander a dirty look. "He has a soul now!"
"You're going with a vampire?," Faith asked. "B, I thought that the job title was Vampire /Slayer/, not /Layer/."
"He's good!," Buffy protested. "A-Anyway, we also found this empty grave last night."
"Another vampire?," Giles asked.
"No. No, this one was dug up, and the body taken out," Buffy said.
"Grave robbing?," Giles asked. "That's new. Interesting."
"I know you meant to say gross and disturbing," Buffy observed.
"I dunno, I've never made it with a corpse," Faith joked.
"I'll introduce you to Deadboy sometime then," Xander said acidly.
"Yeah, right," Faith shuddered. "I have enough problems with the living of the male species, let alone the wicked dead."
"Mmm," Giles said. "Uh, terrible thing. Must put a stop to it."
"What, necrophilia?," Xander chirped. "So. Why does someone want to dig up some graves, beyond the 'sexual deviant' theory?"
"Er, how did we come up with /that/?," Giles asked.
Everyone looked at him.
"You're the only adult in a room of teenagers," Buffy observed.
"Not /strictly/ speaking," Xander pointed out. "Two teenagers and an infant."
"Don't insult yourself like that, Xan," Buffy said in insincere tones.
"Oh, I meant /you/," Xander retorted. "Truth hurts, don't it?"
"Children!," Giles reproached them. "Uh, did this corpse have a name?"
"Meredith Todd," Buffy answered. "Ring a bell?"
"Nope," Xander said.
"She died recently. She was our age," Buffy continued.
"Drawin' a blank," Xander said.
"Why don't we ask Willow to, uh, fire this thing up," Giles suggested, gesturing at the computer Miss Calendar had installed, "and, uh, track Meredith down?"
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Post-fic Comments:
Anyone else got a copy of the Pink Floyd - Back Catalogue poster? It is sooo neat... and the girls on it aren't bad either, considering they aren't wearing anything save paint.