August 21 - Handle ID Slayer, 18/?
Title: Handle ID Slayer, 18/?
Author: Jedi Buttercup
Rating: FR15
Challenge: twistedshorts: August 21; tth100 #74
Crossover: DOOM
Disclaimer: The words are mine; the worlds are not. I claim nothing but the plot.
Summary: Buffy knelt next to Sam, wrapping an arm around the weeping Potential as she bowed over her brother's body. 400 words.
Spoilers: Movieverse. Previous chapters tagged at my journal.
Faced with an angry Sarge and no clear idea of where the trigger was between his usual dominating nature and the psychotic behavior she'd caught glimpses of in her Dreams, Buffy could think of only one thing to do. She grabbed the heaviest thing within reach, then rushed him before he could react and knocked him over the head with it.
The expression on Duke's face, seeing Sarge slumped at her feet, would have been funny if the situation had been any less dire. He'd followed her lead in a pinch on Mars, but his ultimate loyalty was to the Marines; she knew he'd never approve of what she'd just done. But that didn't matter. She'd be long gone, per long-standing arrangements, by the time he gave his report.
Buffy turned her back on him and knelt next to Sam, wrapping an arm around the weeping Potential as she bowed over her brother's body. "Shh," she said quietly. "You were right. I have C24 Sam, and so did your mother. If the effect is genetically linked--" and it had to be, after the fuss the Council had made over what this research could mean regarding Buffy's extreme expression of the Slayer traits, "--then I'm sure he'll be fine."
"My-- my mother?" Sam stuttered, dragging her gaze away from Reaper to stare at Buffy. "What do you know about my mother?"
"I can bench press a truck, Sam. I can heal almost any wound, and I'm more than twice your age. I met your mom after she was given C24, and I knew your birth father." No time to explain now that magic, not science, had activated Sam's mother's abilities, giving her an imperfect copy of that extra chromosome, nor that the Council still had no idea which genetic keys the Slayer spirit latched onto when choosing new Potential Slayers. What it boiled down to was that Slayers rarely went bad unless they had truly damaging upbringings, and the same should hold true for this man, who was both son and brother. "Have faith in him. John will be fine. But we have to get him out of here before Sarge wakes up."
Sam glanced wildly at her brother's commanding officer, then to the Kid's body only feet away, then back to Buffy, and the grieving panic in her eyes hardened into resolve.
"What do I need to do?"
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(x-posted to jedibuttercup & tth100)
Author: Jedi Buttercup
Rating: FR15
Challenge: twistedshorts: August 21; tth100 #74
Crossover: DOOM
Disclaimer: The words are mine; the worlds are not. I claim nothing but the plot.
Summary: Buffy knelt next to Sam, wrapping an arm around the weeping Potential as she bowed over her brother's body. 400 words.
Spoilers: Movieverse. Previous chapters tagged at my journal.
Faced with an angry Sarge and no clear idea of where the trigger was between his usual dominating nature and the psychotic behavior she'd caught glimpses of in her Dreams, Buffy could think of only one thing to do. She grabbed the heaviest thing within reach, then rushed him before he could react and knocked him over the head with it.
The expression on Duke's face, seeing Sarge slumped at her feet, would have been funny if the situation had been any less dire. He'd followed her lead in a pinch on Mars, but his ultimate loyalty was to the Marines; she knew he'd never approve of what she'd just done. But that didn't matter. She'd be long gone, per long-standing arrangements, by the time he gave his report.
Buffy turned her back on him and knelt next to Sam, wrapping an arm around the weeping Potential as she bowed over her brother's body. "Shh," she said quietly. "You were right. I have C24 Sam, and so did your mother. If the effect is genetically linked--" and it had to be, after the fuss the Council had made over what this research could mean regarding Buffy's extreme expression of the Slayer traits, "--then I'm sure he'll be fine."
"My-- my mother?" Sam stuttered, dragging her gaze away from Reaper to stare at Buffy. "What do you know about my mother?"
"I can bench press a truck, Sam. I can heal almost any wound, and I'm more than twice your age. I met your mom after she was given C24, and I knew your birth father." No time to explain now that magic, not science, had activated Sam's mother's abilities, giving her an imperfect copy of that extra chromosome, nor that the Council still had no idea which genetic keys the Slayer spirit latched onto when choosing new Potential Slayers. What it boiled down to was that Slayers rarely went bad unless they had truly damaging upbringings, and the same should hold true for this man, who was both son and brother. "Have faith in him. John will be fine. But we have to get him out of here before Sarge wakes up."
Sam glanced wildly at her brother's commanding officer, then to the Kid's body only feet away, then back to Buffy, and the grieving panic in her eyes hardened into resolve.
"What do I need to do?"
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(x-posted to jedibuttercup & tth100)