Day 28: Another Vegas Wedding - BtVS/Stephanie Plum - Faith, Joe Morelli - FRT
Title: Another Vegas Wedding
Author: Beriaearwen
Crossover: Buffy the Vampire Slayer / Stephanie Plum series
Characters/Pairing: Faith/Joe Morelli
Rating: Suitable for people over 13
Word count: 1017
Disclaimer: The characters of Buffy the Vampire Slayer belong to J Whedon, etc. The character of the Stephanie Plum series belong to J. Evanovich, etc. All are used here without permission. No copyright infringement is intended
Notes/Warnings: If the very unimaginative title isn't warning enough... Faith and Joe are strangers who wake up married in Vegas and decide to try to make things work. I've actually thought quite a bit about this idea and can see some potential, though, I highly doubt I'd use the "married in Vegas" premise to begin any of them. We'll have to see.
Another Vegas Wedding
By Beriaearwen
Faith stared at the little row house and tried to figure out why she wasn't fighting this harder. Unfortunately, she knew the answer. Her husband didn't know about her world yet, so, for the past week and the next few hours, she could pretend to have the life she'd always envied others having.
Glancing down at the simple gold band around her finger, she couldn't help a wry smile appearing on her face.
Of all the wild and crazy things she'd heard about happening in Vegas, this had to take the cake - her ending up married and to a 100% human cop, no less. Well, a detective, but given her history with the police as well as that of the others...
Then again, the Cleveland cops were more or less cool with things. They might never admit to seeing anything, but more than once, they had looked the other way when a superntural incident occurred and would send word through a third party of something they thought the girls should know.
Of course, they didn't hesitate to bust any of the girls or the watchers and magic users should they violate human law and the Council supported that whole heartedly. It tended to keep the girls grounded and from following the wrong examples.
An arm slipped around her waist, drawing her attention to the attractive man at her side. "Come on, Faith. We can talk inside. I'm sure the neighbors have already spread the word and my mother and grandmother should be here shortly. Besides, I really don't want to see what sort of mess Bob left."
Faith offered him a smile and felt a few knots of anxiety in her stomach at the mention of meeting his faimly. She'd never really done that before and wasn't sure how to handle it.
Moving forward, she stepped inside and almost laughed. The house was an odd combination of little old lady and bachelor pad. It didn't even come close to working.
Catching the amusement on her face, Joe chuckled. "Despite living her and owning it, it's still Aunt Rose's house to me."
Before he could say anything else or they could move out of the entryway, thundering steps sounded on the stairs, looking up, Faith felt her jaw drop open. "What is that?"
"That is Bob."
"He's a small orange horse?" she asked in disbelief.
Joe laughed. "Dog, of some sort." He winced slightly as the dog raced toward them. "Not the best trained, though."
Faith did not want to see what dog drool would do to her nice leathers. Figuring he couldn't be any harder to handle than the minis, she met the dog's eyes and commanded, "Sit."
The dog stopped in his tracks and stared at her, curiosity evident on his face.
She held up her hand, made a motion she'd seen people on TV make to dogs and repeated, "Sit."
Bob sat.
Joe stared.
Faith stepped up to Bob, allowed him to sniff her hand and then petted him, telling him he was a good boy. When she saw the love and devotion in the dog's eyes, she sighed. Looks like Bob finally found an alpha for his pack.
Turning to ask Joe a question, she noticed his gaping mouth and stuttering words. "I work with teen girls," was all the answer Faith offered before setting off to explore the house, doing something - anything - to hide her nervousness.
A few moments later Joe joined her in the kitchen where she' found all she needed to make coffee. A glance at his face let her know that he had become serious and finally wanted the answers she'd promised him.
"Faith. I know it's unusual and we agreed to try, but I need to know about you now, the secrets you promised to tell me here."
Faith nodded. "Wait for the coffee and then I'll spill."
Joe nodded his agreement and stood, moving to a cupboard. Opening it, he pulled out an unopened packaage of cookies which he proceed to put out on a plate.
Just as the coffee finished brewing, the doorbell sounded.
Joe cursed softly under his breath. "That would most likely be my mother and grandmother."
"Best let them in."
Once he was out of sight, Faith took a deep breath and ran her hands down her pants. She then laughed softly to herself at her nervousness and turned to retrieve two more coffee cups, which she placed on the kitchen table.
"Here goes nothing,” she whispered.
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Joe wrapped his arm around his wife of five days and couldn't help the gentle chuckle that escaped him as they watched his mother and grandmother walk away.
“It's not funny,” Faith growled, crossing her arms in front of her.
“Sure it is,” Joe countered. “And it's a never seen before event. Grandma Bella never likes anyone and you had her questioning if I, her favorite grandson, was good enough for you.”
Faith relaxed slightly and a small smile appeared on her face. She did like the old lady - evil eye and all. Then she remembered what she'd gotten herself into tomorrow which was delaying their departure to Cleveland an extra day. “Yeah, but you don't have to have cooking lessons with her tomorrow.”
“True,” Joe agreed. “But there's a lot of knife work involved.”
Faith perked up at that and turned her head to look at the man holding her. “Really?” When he nodded his confirmation, she couldn't stop the smirk that appeared on her face. “Huh. Maybe it won't be so bad after all.”
Releasing the brunette, Joe stepped around her and closed the door. Leaning back against it, he met Faith's eyes. “You ever going to tell me why you're in Cleveland?”
Taking a deep breath, Faith tried to calm her sudden nerves. “Yeah.” Reaching out, she slipped her arm around his and guided him to the couch. “It's kind of a long story,” she began, sitting next to him, meeting his gorgeous brown eyes. “It starts like this: The world is older than you know...”
End
Author: Beriaearwen
Crossover: Buffy the Vampire Slayer / Stephanie Plum series
Characters/Pairing: Faith/Joe Morelli
Rating: Suitable for people over 13
Word count: 1017
Disclaimer: The characters of Buffy the Vampire Slayer belong to J Whedon, etc. The character of the Stephanie Plum series belong to J. Evanovich, etc. All are used here without permission. No copyright infringement is intended
Notes/Warnings: If the very unimaginative title isn't warning enough... Faith and Joe are strangers who wake up married in Vegas and decide to try to make things work. I've actually thought quite a bit about this idea and can see some potential, though, I highly doubt I'd use the "married in Vegas" premise to begin any of them. We'll have to see.
Another Vegas Wedding
By Beriaearwen
Faith stared at the little row house and tried to figure out why she wasn't fighting this harder. Unfortunately, she knew the answer. Her husband didn't know about her world yet, so, for the past week and the next few hours, she could pretend to have the life she'd always envied others having.
Glancing down at the simple gold band around her finger, she couldn't help a wry smile appearing on her face.
Of all the wild and crazy things she'd heard about happening in Vegas, this had to take the cake - her ending up married and to a 100% human cop, no less. Well, a detective, but given her history with the police as well as that of the others...
Then again, the Cleveland cops were more or less cool with things. They might never admit to seeing anything, but more than once, they had looked the other way when a superntural incident occurred and would send word through a third party of something they thought the girls should know.
Of course, they didn't hesitate to bust any of the girls or the watchers and magic users should they violate human law and the Council supported that whole heartedly. It tended to keep the girls grounded and from following the wrong examples.
An arm slipped around her waist, drawing her attention to the attractive man at her side. "Come on, Faith. We can talk inside. I'm sure the neighbors have already spread the word and my mother and grandmother should be here shortly. Besides, I really don't want to see what sort of mess Bob left."
Faith offered him a smile and felt a few knots of anxiety in her stomach at the mention of meeting his faimly. She'd never really done that before and wasn't sure how to handle it.
Moving forward, she stepped inside and almost laughed. The house was an odd combination of little old lady and bachelor pad. It didn't even come close to working.
Catching the amusement on her face, Joe chuckled. "Despite living her and owning it, it's still Aunt Rose's house to me."
Before he could say anything else or they could move out of the entryway, thundering steps sounded on the stairs, looking up, Faith felt her jaw drop open. "What is that?"
"That is Bob."
"He's a small orange horse?" she asked in disbelief.
Joe laughed. "Dog, of some sort." He winced slightly as the dog raced toward them. "Not the best trained, though."
Faith did not want to see what dog drool would do to her nice leathers. Figuring he couldn't be any harder to handle than the minis, she met the dog's eyes and commanded, "Sit."
The dog stopped in his tracks and stared at her, curiosity evident on his face.
She held up her hand, made a motion she'd seen people on TV make to dogs and repeated, "Sit."
Bob sat.
Joe stared.
Faith stepped up to Bob, allowed him to sniff her hand and then petted him, telling him he was a good boy. When she saw the love and devotion in the dog's eyes, she sighed. Looks like Bob finally found an alpha for his pack.
Turning to ask Joe a question, she noticed his gaping mouth and stuttering words. "I work with teen girls," was all the answer Faith offered before setting off to explore the house, doing something - anything - to hide her nervousness.
A few moments later Joe joined her in the kitchen where she' found all she needed to make coffee. A glance at his face let her know that he had become serious and finally wanted the answers she'd promised him.
"Faith. I know it's unusual and we agreed to try, but I need to know about you now, the secrets you promised to tell me here."
Faith nodded. "Wait for the coffee and then I'll spill."
Joe nodded his agreement and stood, moving to a cupboard. Opening it, he pulled out an unopened packaage of cookies which he proceed to put out on a plate.
Just as the coffee finished brewing, the doorbell sounded.
Joe cursed softly under his breath. "That would most likely be my mother and grandmother."
"Best let them in."
Once he was out of sight, Faith took a deep breath and ran her hands down her pants. She then laughed softly to herself at her nervousness and turned to retrieve two more coffee cups, which she placed on the kitchen table.
"Here goes nothing,” she whispered.
~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~
Joe wrapped his arm around his wife of five days and couldn't help the gentle chuckle that escaped him as they watched his mother and grandmother walk away.
“It's not funny,” Faith growled, crossing her arms in front of her.
“Sure it is,” Joe countered. “And it's a never seen before event. Grandma Bella never likes anyone and you had her questioning if I, her favorite grandson, was good enough for you.”
Faith relaxed slightly and a small smile appeared on her face. She did like the old lady - evil eye and all. Then she remembered what she'd gotten herself into tomorrow which was delaying their departure to Cleveland an extra day. “Yeah, but you don't have to have cooking lessons with her tomorrow.”
“True,” Joe agreed. “But there's a lot of knife work involved.”
Faith perked up at that and turned her head to look at the man holding her. “Really?” When he nodded his confirmation, she couldn't stop the smirk that appeared on her face. “Huh. Maybe it won't be so bad after all.”
Releasing the brunette, Joe stepped around her and closed the door. Leaning back against it, he met Faith's eyes. “You ever going to tell me why you're in Cleveland?”
Taking a deep breath, Faith tried to calm her sudden nerves. “Yeah.” Reaching out, she slipped her arm around his and guided him to the couch. “It's kind of a long story,” she began, sitting next to him, meeting his gorgeous brown eyes. “It starts like this: The world is older than you know...”
End