August 22: Five More Slayers Who Were Never Called
Title: Five More Slayers Who Were Never Called
Author: Jedi Buttercup
Rating: PG-ish
Challenge: twistedshorts: August 22
Crossover: Various (F&F; Leverage; Eureka; Dresden Files; Transformers)
Spoilers: Post-"Chosen" for B:tVS; others as noted
Disclaimer: The words are mine; the worlds are not.
Notes: A long time back, I did a challenge entry for Ten Slayers That Were Never Called. I wanted to write ten more, but ran out of time. So: five more women who deserved more!
Summary: Five Slayers who were never called... and the men who never Watched them. 500 words.
Nobody's Blank Slate
Fast & Furious
Letty was only a little surprised when she woke up in the hospital, considering the last thing she remembered was looking down the barrel of Fenix's gun.
Definitely not as surprised as he and Campos were gonna be. And if filling Brian in didn't do for 'em-- well. Dom would be home soon. She was still pissed at him for leaving for her own good, but she'd never filled him in on the suddenly woke up Supergirl thing, either; so she couldn't throw stones.
Time for a lot of secrets to spill. She carefully started detaching herself from the IV.
Someone's Gotta Spot Her
Leverage
Eliot never really asked exactly how Parker could do the things she did. 'Cause he was pretty sure he already knew. She was unnaturally strong and quick for her body type, and had a fluid, precise grace he'd only ever seen in the supernaturally gifted.
She'd passed all the subtle tests he'd picked up from various missions to wartorn countries where humans weren't the only opportunists, though; which basically left only one possibility.
He never told her outright he knew. But he carved her a stake one day-- and was gratified by the luminous smile she gave him in return.
No Mice With Cigarettes Here
Eureka
Zoe sighed in frustration, tipping her head back against the headrest in her dad's car.
This would all be so much easier if she could just tell him why she'd really 'run away'. But after her mom's reaction when she'd tried explaining the Slayer thing-- back when she'd first started breaking doorknobs, and those Watcher people showed up-- she wasn't eager to get treated like a psych ward patient by her father the US Marshal, too.
She wondered if Eureka had any vampires, or if they were kept away by the other weirdness. She supposed she'd find out soon enough.
Black Court Bane
The Dresden Files
Several months after Murph and I saved Marcone from getting eaten by a loupgarou-- scumbag or not, no-one deserved that-- Karrin turned up on my doorstep, pale and worried and suddenly capable of punching unsuspecting sparring partners through walls.
We hadn't been on the best of terms since she'd arrested me. But of course I was going to help her.
She'd heard a voice ask if she was ready to be strong-- then was, on par with the White Court. But they couldn't turn people-- they weren't that kind of vampire.
Looked like I had a new project to research.
Equal Opportunity Suspension of Disbelief
Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen
"No, Sam," Mikaela scowled at her idiot boyfriend. "I don't have to cut you any slack. I've been a Slayer for six years, and you're the first boyfriend I've invited along, because silly me, I thought we had something real. Did I or didn't I believe you when you went crazy and insisted you could resurrect Optimus with a sock full of dust?"
"Uh." He gave her a sheepish, apologetic look. "It's just. Vampire hunting? Really?"
She crossed her arms. "What was that you said about fifty years from now...?"
He grumbled; but caved. "Okay, I'll give it a chance."
-x-
Author: Jedi Buttercup
Rating: PG-ish
Challenge: twistedshorts: August 22
Crossover: Various (F&F; Leverage; Eureka; Dresden Files; Transformers)
Spoilers: Post-"Chosen" for B:tVS; others as noted
Disclaimer: The words are mine; the worlds are not.
Notes: A long time back, I did a challenge entry for Ten Slayers That Were Never Called. I wanted to write ten more, but ran out of time. So: five more women who deserved more!
Summary: Five Slayers who were never called... and the men who never Watched them. 500 words.
Nobody's Blank Slate
Fast & Furious
Letty was only a little surprised when she woke up in the hospital, considering the last thing she remembered was looking down the barrel of Fenix's gun.
Definitely not as surprised as he and Campos were gonna be. And if filling Brian in didn't do for 'em-- well. Dom would be home soon. She was still pissed at him for leaving for her own good, but she'd never filled him in on the suddenly woke up Supergirl thing, either; so she couldn't throw stones.
Time for a lot of secrets to spill. She carefully started detaching herself from the IV.
Someone's Gotta Spot Her
Leverage
Eliot never really asked exactly how Parker could do the things she did. 'Cause he was pretty sure he already knew. She was unnaturally strong and quick for her body type, and had a fluid, precise grace he'd only ever seen in the supernaturally gifted.
She'd passed all the subtle tests he'd picked up from various missions to wartorn countries where humans weren't the only opportunists, though; which basically left only one possibility.
He never told her outright he knew. But he carved her a stake one day-- and was gratified by the luminous smile she gave him in return.
No Mice With Cigarettes Here
Eureka
Zoe sighed in frustration, tipping her head back against the headrest in her dad's car.
This would all be so much easier if she could just tell him why she'd really 'run away'. But after her mom's reaction when she'd tried explaining the Slayer thing-- back when she'd first started breaking doorknobs, and those Watcher people showed up-- she wasn't eager to get treated like a psych ward patient by her father the US Marshal, too.
She wondered if Eureka had any vampires, or if they were kept away by the other weirdness. She supposed she'd find out soon enough.
Black Court Bane
The Dresden Files
Several months after Murph and I saved Marcone from getting eaten by a loupgarou-- scumbag or not, no-one deserved that-- Karrin turned up on my doorstep, pale and worried and suddenly capable of punching unsuspecting sparring partners through walls.
We hadn't been on the best of terms since she'd arrested me. But of course I was going to help her.
She'd heard a voice ask if she was ready to be strong-- then was, on par with the White Court. But they couldn't turn people-- they weren't that kind of vampire.
Looked like I had a new project to research.
Equal Opportunity Suspension of Disbelief
Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen
"No, Sam," Mikaela scowled at her idiot boyfriend. "I don't have to cut you any slack. I've been a Slayer for six years, and you're the first boyfriend I've invited along, because silly me, I thought we had something real. Did I or didn't I believe you when you went crazy and insisted you could resurrect Optimus with a sock full of dust?"
"Uh." He gave her a sheepish, apologetic look. "It's just. Vampire hunting? Really?"
She crossed her arms. "What was that you said about fifty years from now...?"
He grumbled; but caved. "Okay, I'll give it a chance."
-x-