Aug. 06 - Strength in Numbers
Title: Strenght in Numbers
Author: 3am_moonlight
Crossover: BtVS / Marvel's Jessica Jones (MCU)
Rating: Gen / Teen, because it's Faith and Jessica.
Word Count: 726
Timeline: Post-Chosen / M'sJJ - S01 finale (01x13 - 'Smile')
Disclaimer: The Buffyverse belongs to Joss and Jessica Jones belongs to Marvel.
Summary: A drunken woman rambles at Faith about having killed a man with mind-control powers.
Author's Note: This ended up differently than I intended, but yeah.
"...and then the fucker ordered everyone to start killing each other," Faith's current drinking partner slurred somewhat before she threw back another shot and waved the bartender for another one. "Then when I'd almost reached him he yelled 'stop' and everyone just stopped and looked to him. I pretended I had to follow his orders. He didn't believe me at first, but then he finally did."
Jessica signaled the bartender for another shot. "Then he tried to use Trish against me, but I fooled the evil prick and broke his neck." Another shot and this time Faith drank with her. Neither of them was all that sober anymore, but this was both a celebration for some evil wannabe big bad getting killed and a pity party because he forced her to become a killer, so being able to walk the line wasn't the endgame here.
"I never wanted to kill anyone before him, and I didn't want to kill him either. Not at first." The dark-haired woman watched the liquid in her glass go 'round and 'round in circles as she moved the drinking container. "But I had to kill him. There was no one else." She took the shot.
Faith looked at her newfound drinking companion. She'd only gone into the bar to get someone to scratch her itch before she did some patrolling, but had instead somehow ended up listening to some woman, who claimed to be a P.I., tell her she'd killed some evil human with mind-control powers. She'd also claimed that drinking was the least of her problems when Faith had pointed out she was drinking both too fast and too much.
An hour, much alcohol, and a disjointed history later and they left the bar unsteadily. Faith wasn't as sloshed as the other woman, but she would've failed a sobriety test if given one. The two women stumbled drunkenly down the street, partly leaning on each other for support when their balance failed, and partly on nearby walls, trash cans, and streetlights.
"Fuck," Faith exclaimed as she was a hair's breadth from crashing into a pedestrian, but managed to avoid the man at the last second. Her almost victim cursed right back at her and threw her an annoyed glare to go with it. She just showed him the middle finger in retaliation without stopping. The half-turn caused her to almost fall, but her friend's fast moving hand kept her upright.
Stumbling along they made it to just below a fire escape where her new friend decided to jump up and start climbing. Faith's fuzzy mind tried to tell her something about that, something about it not adding up, but she pushed it aside and jumped up after her instead.
The fire escape led to an open window and when Faith looked up all she saw was a tight ass in grey skinny jeans and a pair of black boots. It was a nice enough view so she kept climbing and made it through the window. Once she was upright inside the room, not even the alcoholic haze could stop her mind from noticing it was completely trashed.
"Nice place you got," she said without thinking. "Been redecorating?" Her living space in Sunnydale had been much smaller and with less furniture. Her current, Council-paid apartment was definitely several steps above this one.
Her new friend, and yeah, she really should ask her name, just snorted from the next room. "Had some help."
Faith gave the room a drunken once-over, "Yeah, I bet they were really helpful." There was a large hole in one wall and smaller ones in the others. A shelf had clearly had someone or something knocked into it as most of the shelving was broken and their contents were strewn at the base of it.
When she entered the first door she came across she saw the other woman was laying on the large bed, fast asleep. Her jacket and both boots had been removed, but she hadn't managed to get under the covers. Faith mentally shrugged; she was already here, might as well take a nap. Maybe whatever she was supposed to ask this woman would come to her in the morning. She followed up that thought by removing her own jacket and boots and then climbed under the covers on the other side of the bed.
May I have a 'Jessica Jones' fandom tag, please?
Author: 3am_moonlight
Crossover: BtVS / Marvel's Jessica Jones (MCU)
Rating: Gen / Teen, because it's Faith and Jessica.
Word Count: 726
Timeline: Post-Chosen / M'sJJ - S01 finale (01x13 - 'Smile')
Disclaimer: The Buffyverse belongs to Joss and Jessica Jones belongs to Marvel.
Summary: A drunken woman rambles at Faith about having killed a man with mind-control powers.
Author's Note: This ended up differently than I intended, but yeah.
"...and then the fucker ordered everyone to start killing each other," Faith's current drinking partner slurred somewhat before she threw back another shot and waved the bartender for another one. "Then when I'd almost reached him he yelled 'stop' and everyone just stopped and looked to him. I pretended I had to follow his orders. He didn't believe me at first, but then he finally did."
Jessica signaled the bartender for another shot. "Then he tried to use Trish against me, but I fooled the evil prick and broke his neck." Another shot and this time Faith drank with her. Neither of them was all that sober anymore, but this was both a celebration for some evil wannabe big bad getting killed and a pity party because he forced her to become a killer, so being able to walk the line wasn't the endgame here.
"I never wanted to kill anyone before him, and I didn't want to kill him either. Not at first." The dark-haired woman watched the liquid in her glass go 'round and 'round in circles as she moved the drinking container. "But I had to kill him. There was no one else." She took the shot.
Faith looked at her newfound drinking companion. She'd only gone into the bar to get someone to scratch her itch before she did some patrolling, but had instead somehow ended up listening to some woman, who claimed to be a P.I., tell her she'd killed some evil human with mind-control powers. She'd also claimed that drinking was the least of her problems when Faith had pointed out she was drinking both too fast and too much.
An hour, much alcohol, and a disjointed history later and they left the bar unsteadily. Faith wasn't as sloshed as the other woman, but she would've failed a sobriety test if given one. The two women stumbled drunkenly down the street, partly leaning on each other for support when their balance failed, and partly on nearby walls, trash cans, and streetlights.
"Fuck," Faith exclaimed as she was a hair's breadth from crashing into a pedestrian, but managed to avoid the man at the last second. Her almost victim cursed right back at her and threw her an annoyed glare to go with it. She just showed him the middle finger in retaliation without stopping. The half-turn caused her to almost fall, but her friend's fast moving hand kept her upright.
Stumbling along they made it to just below a fire escape where her new friend decided to jump up and start climbing. Faith's fuzzy mind tried to tell her something about that, something about it not adding up, but she pushed it aside and jumped up after her instead.
The fire escape led to an open window and when Faith looked up all she saw was a tight ass in grey skinny jeans and a pair of black boots. It was a nice enough view so she kept climbing and made it through the window. Once she was upright inside the room, not even the alcoholic haze could stop her mind from noticing it was completely trashed.
"Nice place you got," she said without thinking. "Been redecorating?" Her living space in Sunnydale had been much smaller and with less furniture. Her current, Council-paid apartment was definitely several steps above this one.
Her new friend, and yeah, she really should ask her name, just snorted from the next room. "Had some help."
Faith gave the room a drunken once-over, "Yeah, I bet they were really helpful." There was a large hole in one wall and smaller ones in the others. A shelf had clearly had someone or something knocked into it as most of the shelving was broken and their contents were strewn at the base of it.
When she entered the first door she came across she saw the other woman was laying on the large bed, fast asleep. Her jacket and both boots had been removed, but she hadn't managed to get under the covers. Faith mentally shrugged; she was already here, might as well take a nap. Maybe whatever she was supposed to ask this woman would come to her in the morning. She followed up that thought by removing her own jacket and boots and then climbed under the covers on the other side of the bed.
May I have a 'Jessica Jones' fandom tag, please?