Get off the Bus [Buffyverse/Chuck/Haven/Grimm/Heroes]
“Get off the Bus” is about five female characters who were respectively put on a bus out of town, and who have now teamed up to ride around in a tricked-out bus and wreak havoc on unsuspecting evildoers.
Faith Lehane (Buffy: The Vampire Slayer, Angel), slayer extraordinaire, is the team leader. It’s not a goal she ever had in mind, but she keeps making plans, and so far, the others follow them.
Anna Wu (Chuck) is the tech support, though she frequently gets mistaken as another pretty face or as the muscle. She doesn’t really mind; it’s not like she’s going to stop being such a badass triple threat so other people can wrap their tiny minds around her existence.
Julia Carr (Haven) is the medic, and all too often for her liking, she is also the voice of reason. Cooler heads don’t always prevail in this team, but when they do, you can be damn sure it’s Julia’s working.
Adalind Schade (Grimm) is something of a tactician, with a repository of the kind of knowledge that Anna can’t research on the web. Faith has to keep a close eye on this recovering baddie, and is surprised to find herself taking a mentorship role with Adalind.
Maya Herrera (Heroes) drives the bus, in more ways than one. Literally, she’s usually the one driving, but she’s also the heart of the team, keeping everyone honest and maintaining a balance of power within the group.
Title: Get off the Bus
Fandom(s): Buffyverse, Chuck, Haven, Grimm, Heroes
Pairing: gen
Rating: G
Word Count: 530
Written for: womenverse's 'team' challenge
Warnings: N/A
A/N: I love how this isn't even the first time I've written a ficlet about a crossover team of 5 women. O____o
“Get off the bus!” Faith not-quite yells, the command conveyed by the amount of steel in her voice, not by its volume.
The sentence would be better punctuated by the cock of a rifle, Julia thinks, but Faith doesn’t carry one. She doesn’t need one.
Julia flicks the bolt of her own rifle, even though the barrel has no used shell to expend. The sound echoes through the cool night air.
She sees a slight movement out of the corner of her eye, and looks from where Faith is standing to her right, in front of the bus, over to her left, and sees Anna tilting her head toward her.
Anna raises a sarcastic eyebrow. Julia shrugs in response. If she’s going to try to threaten someone, she might as well do it up proper.
She can’t see Adalind or Maya on the other side of the bus, but she knows they’re there, waiting.
Anna inches further toward the back of the bus, her fighting staff laying casually across her shoulders. Julia sees it for the deception it is, but only because she’s seen Anna swing into action. The way Anna’s wrists are both hooked over either end of the staff doesn’t signify a lax attitude toward the weapon she holds; it means that Anna is equally likely to attack from the left or from the right.
Julia hears the crunch of gravel shifting under someone’s feet, and then the jangle of the bus keys Maya holds. That’s the signal.
She keeps her eyes on the blacked-out windows of the bus (it had seemed like a good idea at the time, but she is having serious doubts about that paint job now), but in the peripheral of her vision, she sees Faith launch herself up the windshield of the bus.
There’s a simultaneous bang from the side of the bus that Julia can’t see, but that’s good; that means Adalind is in place, as well.
When they were converting the old school bus into a mobile unit for creature hunting, they weren’t expecting to have to retake it by force.
The first thing they had decided was that the emergency exits in the roof had to go. As a known point of entry or escape, they were effectively rendered useless for those functions. Not even Faith could pry off the bolts which now hold those vents permanently shut.
She runs for the nearest vent, anyway, her feet pounding against the metal roof of the bus before she drops to her knees and begins to tug at the metal, which screeches in protest against the strength of her hands.
Useless, but not pointless.
They are, of course, banking on the idea that the master vamp which had commandeered their vehicle understands the concept of emergency exits, but with all the noise Faith is making, it’s sure to be looking at up toward the source of the racket whether or not it is aware of the cultural concept of ‘safety first.’
It probably won’t notice Anna sneaking in through the hatch they’d installed in the floor of the bus. That’s the plan, anyway.
Julia figures there’s at least a 50% chance it’ll work.