AN: Hello again my faithful reviewers. As always I'd like to thank you for your continued support. Keep reviewing me and enjoy this chapter! Oh and a little side warning, there is a lot of cursing in this fic. ***glares at new Slayer***. It's because of the Slayer. After all, she's a hardened warrior, right? Doesn't that mean you curse? Anyway, look away if you don't want to see the curse words, but they are there! Bad Slayer!
To A Watcher: Yeah, I don't really see the Brotherhood stopping Faith and Ori, do you? And maybe Buffy was supposed to read that medallion out loud. But then again, maybe she was just being silly…
To dogspikelover11: oh, goody a New Comer! I named the chapter after you! Don't you feel special?
To Catlimere: Glad you're finding this humoring! And that mysterious person in the shadows, who knows? And as for that medallion… who really knows (except me that is)?
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Chapter Nine- NewcomersLance stared at them, "You want to join?" he asked in shock.
Ori nodded, "I just felt like it. It was like, hey you know what? Screw the world, I want revenge."
"Well with dat power you're sure to get it, cherie." Gambit pointed out, looking annoyed that a child had defeated him.
Pietro rose from the ground and glared at the newcomer Faith, "What's your special power?" he asked angrily.
Faith grinned, flashing pearly whites, "You really don't wanna know, kid." she drawled. Lance thought she resembled that of a black widow. Pretty, desirable, but would devour the men who dared get close to her.
Ori looked over at Faith and she nodded, "So," the blonde woman began, "what do we have to do to join? Kill something? What?"
Fred looked at her like she was crazy, "Are you kidding? You're so powerful, we'll kill the X-Men. You're in."
"X-Men?" Ori said innocently.
"I don't know." Colossus said, "I don't think we can trust them. There's something about them I don't like."
"Probably aren't one that trusts at all, are ya?" When Colossus was silent, Faith took it as a yes. Then absently she said, "You have big hands. Hmm, you know what they say about men with big hands." She grinned when all the men in the room, expect Colossus, blushed. Boy, she loved being a woman.
"I don't trust them either." Lance said.
"Dat's dat. Sorry, cherie, you ain't in." Gambit said, flicking his hand towards the door, happy to have them gone.
"I think we should reconsider, mates." Pyro put in, "These girls are strong. Perfect new recruits for Magneto's army. I say they're in."
"Me, too." Piped Fred.
"Though I hate to admit it, we may need them." Pietro added.
"I say we through them out on their joli anes." Gambit said adding his vote.
"I agree." Colossus said.
Everyone then turned to Lance and he realized that he now decided whether or not the girls were allowed into the Brotherhood. Once again, Avalanche was the leader when he hadn't been so for so long. It was odd.
And he decided he didn't like it, "Whatever." he said and walked up the stairs to his room to get some sleep.
"Looks like someone has some needs to get some anti-depressant drugs." Faith murmured.
"Leave him alone." Gambit snapped to which Faith shrugged carelessly.
"Since Lance's vote doesn't count," Fred said, "looks like you're in. Welcome to the Brotherhood."
Ori's golden eyes lit up in triumphant and Faith rolled her own dark ones and muttered, "Yippee."
"Noun allons payer ceci." Gambit muttered in French and walked into the living room, shaking his head.
Colossus glanced over at the girls once more before following the card-playing young man.
Pietro watched them leave before saying, "Well, just because you're in the club doesn't mean you get to stay here. We're kinda out of room."
Faith scanned the room and decided that was a plus, "That's okay. Me and Ori got ourselves a small apartment around here. It'll work."
"So why are you again our little club?" Pyro asked of Faith with a lazy grin on his face, "Revenge, too?"
"Nah." Ori drawled, doing her best to put a little Faith into it, "Faith's in it for the action. And the men."
"Ori," Faith said with a dramatic roll of the eyes, "how many times do I have to tell you? I'm here because I can sense a change. Something's coming… it might be best to be on a side. You being the 'bad mutants' and all might not be targeted by whatever's coming up the pipes. Safety in numbers in all that. Though the action and the men do he;[ sway to the dark side. Chicks did black capes."
"Something's coming?" Fred wondered, ignoring Faith's last few words after that.
Faith shrugged, "Just a feeling, no guarantee, but it wouldn't hurt to have powerful friends. Now offense to Oriana."
"We'll what do we do first? We're evil right? Okay, so what evilly deeds are we doing tonight?" Ori asked.
"Well, I was planning on watching a special edition of Oprah later tonight." Fred said with a shrug.
"Evil." Faith whispered and crossed herself.
"So you got nothing planned tonight?" Ori asked and when Fred nodded she said, "Faith can we go see Freddy vs. Jason then? I've been dying to see it… ah, not literally of course."
Faith grinned and looped her arm around Ori's shoulders, "Sure, let's goes. It is the end of the world, after all."
Sidney felt useless and she was bored on top of it. All day long, everyone had something to do that would help them find out what the vampires were doing here. Faith and Ori were joining the Brotherhood to keep an eye on them, Buffy was trying to get information about the odd going-ons from Principal Kelly and the students of Bayville High, while Willow trying to locate information the vampires because they differed from the other ones usually Buffy fought.
And what did Sidney do all day? Play cards with Ann and watched the others work their butts off.
Well, it was finally time for Sidney to join in with the helping. Because tonight she going to meet Jack and with him would be the dead Slayer…
At ten o'clock sharp, Sidney and Ann walked down to the buss stop where Jack and the Slayer would arrive. It was dark and deserted and Sidney felt the hairs on the back of her neck prickling. She suddenly wished she had accepted Faith's offer to come with her.
Then Sidney's back when rigid. No, she wanted to do this alone. To prove she was useful to them this time. She was really the only one who could talk to ghosts and get them to talk about their past lives. That had to count for something, didn't it?
But then why did she feel so useless?
To soothe herself, she held Ann's hand. The child had insisted on coming with her protector, because she still wasn't used to Willow and besides the Wicca was busy on her laptop, doing whatever she was doing.
"So Jack's a ghost like me, only older?" Ann questioned, eyes scanning for the buss.
Sidney nodded and closed her eyes, picturing him, "Yes. He's been dead for about a hundred years. Died working in a coal mine when he was twenty-two. It collapsed on top of him." Even the thought of it made her shudder.
"He's been dead for a hundred years?" Ann asked with wide eyes, "I am I going to be here for a hundred years?"
Sidney shook her head, "No it normally takes only a month or so for a ghost to Pass on. But in Jack's case, something's always held him back."
"Oh."
At that same time, a lone buss pulled up in front of Ann and Sidney. The watched as the tired looking people stepped off the buss and filed into the stop. Sidney didn't even bother to look at them, instead she waited for the last person to file off.
And then Jack came down the steps.
She could pick him out of a crowd anywhere. He had dark, dark hair and those dark, almost black, eyes. He was tall, even for this day in age, and lean. He wore a shirt styled loosely as was the fashion during time he had died with brown, leather breaches. Over top of that he wore a black duster coat. His skin was still bronze from the Spanish sun of his homeland and when he saw Sidney; his handsome, rugged features broke out into an easy grin. Ann's grip on Sidney's own tightened as the little girl stared in awe.
"Bella." Jack said, moving to give Sidney a hug.
Sidney's body went stiff and she dodged the hug. Jack frowned, wondering where her coldness had come from.
"Where's the Slayer?" Sidney asked, wishing she had allowed Jack to give her the hug, but inside she knew she couldn't allow it. The months away from him had reminded her of how different they really are and her crush on the ghost couldn't go on.
Jack, frown still in place, said, "She's getting off the buss now." he motioned to behind him.
Sidney and Ann watched as a young woman, maybe eighteen, made her way off the buss. Just as she reached the last time the buss door slid closed. With a scowl on her face, the Slayer walked through it.
The Slayer had fierce features. Fiery-red hair, boy short, frizzed around her face. Her body was lean and lanky and she wore a red halter top with black leather pants. She had a jagged scar going across her face. The scar started at the side of her nose and moved across her cheek bone to her ear. She could've been considered cute in her life but her destiny to fight made her eyes, her posture, her body seemed too mean, too hard. She looked dangerous and very, very angry.
"Are you the Slayer?" Sidney asked politely.
The Slayer glared at her with hard brown eyes, "Screw you."
Then the ghost-woman howled in pain as Jack gripped her by the ear, his eyes dark. Sidney realized that this girl didn't have any Slayer powers.
"You will not speak to Sidney like that. Do you understand?" Jack said tersely and when the Slayer just glared he twisted her ear harder. Then he released her and said to Sidney, "She has no manners, bella. She told Father Tucker to fuck off."
"And I'll tell it your girlfriend. Ya think just I'm goddamn dead that I'll follow you around like a friggin' puppy dog? Like shit. I'm leaving this hellhole and you will not tell me otherwise." The Slayer turned to march away and Jack grabbed her by the shirt and dragged her back.
"You will be polite to Sidney, understand? If I catch you saying one foul word from your dirty mouth, I will make you regret it. Are we at an understanding?" Jack said eyes boring into the Slayer's.
The Slayer tried to keep her bravo up as well as her ego, "Son of a bitch." she said fiercely.
Jack shrugged casually, "That may be so, but you can't ignore that fact that I am stronger then you. Are you going to be nice, amigo?"
"Whatever." Was the Slayer's answer.
Sidney, not really used to Jack's roughness, certainly not at her expense, said, "Well, Miss Chosen One, it seems that the battle field has really hardened you, but do you remember your name?"
The Slayer opened her mouth to say something very rude to Sidney when she caught the dark look in Jack eyes. She shut her mouth for a moment before answering through gritted teeth, "Eve."
"Well, Eve, welcome to Bayville. Let's go to my car and head home, okay? I'm sure you're ready to meet Buffy Summers. She was the reason you were the Slayer and all." Sidney said and moved towards the car.
Eve's eyes widened slightly, "So the bastard over here wasn't jerking my chain when he said the goddamn destroyer of Sunnydale was here? Jesus Christ. I want to fucking meet her."
Sidney glared at the Slayer so intensely that it had the battle-hardened warrior wincing, "I was willing to ignore your foul language to an extent, you being a fighter and all. But you must remember who you are walking with." She motioned to Ann, "You will watch your tongue with Ann. To the car."
Sidney moved and Jack was on her heels, trying to get her into conversation. Ann, however, kept her pace with the dead Slayer's slow deliberate one. The child instantly felt a connection to the young woman since they were both dead and both still stuck on Earth. Without, thinking Ann slipped her hand through Eve's. Eve's face looked shocked for a moment before it relaxed.
Ann cast her wide eyes up at Eve and said, "What's it like? I mean, what's it like to fight all those evils?"
"I didn't get to fight much of anything, kid. Attacked a month after I got my powers and my Watcher. Got the scar a two weeks before I was killed." Eve didn't mention that it still hurt to think of her Watcher Jane Portermain and how she had died. Instead she said, "All I know I wanna meet this Summers because she is the symbol of Power and change."
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Isn't Eve a potty mouth? Bad Eve! ***glomps Eve anyway***. But isn't she cool all the same? She's a hard-ass Slayer (huh-oh! Eve's mouth is warring off on me!). Anywho, what is going on between Jack and Sidney? What exactly happened to them back up in Maine? Find out in the next chapter, Chapter Ten: Jack and Eve. Until then REVIEW! And in honour of Eve, I sign out with this:
"Will you friggin' people stop it with the goddamn profanity!?" –me
-Lizzy Rebel