chosen (tami, tyra, lyla, giles)
Title: chosen
Fandoms: Friday Night Lights/Buffy The Vampire Slayer
Characters: Tami, Tyra, Lyla, Giles
Pairings: (slight) Eric/Tami, Jason/Lyla
Rating: PG
Prompt: #18 - the full moon @ story_lottery
Disclaimer: I don’t own the shows, characters, etc.
Spoilers: This is set pre-series for both shows, and assumes the events in both never took place so none, except for Buffy lore.
Summary: Three scenarios in which ladies of Dillon are the Chosen One.
Author’s Note: All three sections are separate from one another (since, as you know, there is only one Slayer). This has also been written for clevermonikerr in the Fandom Free-For-All, I hope it’s something like what you wanted.
Tami bursts out laughing, stunning the strangely formal man who’d been standing at the stop when she got off her bus. He’d surprised her by standing up to speak to her, and, occupied with re-arranging her shopping bags, she had only been half paying attention. By the time she was listening he’d been speaking of vampires and monsters which left her speechless, but when he began "one girl in all the world..." she couldn't hold the laughter back. She's married, with a two-year old daughter. She may have married young, perhaps with less life experience than the other mothers at the day care (as they love to remind her), but she thinks she’s earned the right to no longer be called a “girl”.
The poor man was clearly in need of some help, but she’s in a hurry to pick up Julie so she flashes an apologetic smile and says she hopes he finds who he’s looking for, before walking past him.
She is ready to forget the whole incident when from behind her the man calls out, his voice clipped, “It would be nice to be able to walk away from this. I certainly wouldn’t mind doing so right now, this place is so…dusty. But you can’t.”
She turns to face him before answering, “Actually, you can, sir. After all, you’re already at the bus stop.”
“You do not understand, Tami. There are so many forces at work here that you cannot even begin to fathom.”
At his use of her name, which she certainly didn’t give him, everything shady about this rings loudly in her head. It’s that time of evening when it’s gotten dark but the moon hasn’t quite come out yet, she is alone on a street corner with a strange man and Eric told her he didn’t like her using the bus in the evening because the stop is so far away from their place, but it’s not her fault they were out of groceries and he took the car to go to night practice and at least she kept Julie with Jen so someone was expecting her soon and would notice if she didn’t show up but -
“I know this may be difficult for you to believe, but we don’t have a lot of time, Tami.”
“How do you know my name? Have you been following me or something?”
“Well, not exactly following, but it is part of my job -”
“Your job?” she erupts, horrified.
“Yes,” he says sharply, his British accent strengthening with his lessening patience. “I was trying to tell you earlier.”
“You try anything and I’m going to call the cops!” she says defiantly.
He sighs tiredly, and takes off his glasses, putting a finger to his temple. “I can see this is going to be harder than I thought, but I’m afraid neither of us have the time. You will be able to find me at the local library when you need to.”
With that, he turns and walks away. Tami has never been half as religious as her mother would have liked, but in that moment she prays to never meet him again.
Two nights later, Eric chases something out the back garden with a sizzling barbeque fork. Its dark, the moon barely a sliver in the black night sky, and he says it was just a man trying to rob them, but she saw its face when it jumped pack over the fence and that wasn’t a he.
But what’s even more terrifying is Tami felt the strength in her arm when she threw that brick. And, suddenly, she knows.
-
Lyla finds it oddly satisfying, this whole slaying vampires business. Logic says it ought to be more problematic morally - killing the undead - but she's picked it up surprisingly quickly. The strength is nice, and it turns out the fighting - both in training and in the graveyard - works off stress nicely.
It’s almost like she has a spring in her step but whenever she points it out, Giles looks down at her disdainfully over the top of his glasses.
He is always reminding her of the “rules” as if he thinks she cannot remember anything, after that one time she was late for training because cheerleading practice ran late. He doesn’t like that she is a cheerleader.
To be honest, she doesn’t always either. It’s a little boring now; now that she knows what’s out there and she has so many other demands on her time. Successfully building a human pyramid doesn’t have quite the same kick to it when she spends her nights waiting for people to jump out of graves so that she can plunge a stake into where their hearts used to be and watch them turn to dust.
She’s good at it too. But even when she quits the cheerleading squad, Giles is still unimpressed because she hasn’t listened to his other rules. She hasn’t told anyone about this - the most important rule of them all - but he seems to think that also means she isn’t allowed to socialise with anyone. Just because he doesn’t have friends, doesn’t mean she can’t.
Not that she really does anyway. She doesn’t have any friends she’s really close to. But she has Jason. She has Jason’s friends.
Although she has less and less time for him, and she knows he is starting to wonder what she’s doing with all that time; why she rarely takes his calls, why their dates are almost always during the daylight.
But somehow even lying to her father is harder than lying to Jason. It’s not that she doesn’t love him; he’s just so willing to believe. He’s just so nice and so good and it was what she had always liked about him, but now she sees so much farther than he can, knows so much more, and she almost wants to shake him when he talks about going to college and playing professional basketball as if it’s the only thing there is.
Giles says she may not live to graduate high school. And the strange thing about that is she knew before she told her (one night in the graveyard when the faint light from the crescent moon hid the vampire from her sight, and it pushed her hard from behind, Lyla nearly hitting her head on a gravestone before she could stake it). And it’s not even that scary.
-
Tyra drops her stake the first time.
It’s not her fault, really. Giles keeps telling her she should be constantly alert and on her guard, but at the same time he’s repeating all this information and how does he expect her to retain all this, when she’s still struggling with the fact that she has a destiny, which involves her being the protector of this fucking town. (Although it is rather unsurprising to find out Dillon sits on a hellmouth.)
He’s brought his briefcase with him (as if they didn’t already make an odd enough pair, visiting the graveyard together at this time of night) and he opens it up to hand her a book; a heavy, brown, old-looking thing. She’s looking over it cautiously, not sure how he expects her to read this (forget working it around the rest of her life, if the title is anything to go by, it’s so old it even has different spellings) when the vampire pops up seemingly out of nowhere, and both the book and her stake fall to the floor as she screams.
When it lunges forward, she is embarrassed to admit even to herself (and will never tell anyone) that her instinctive reaction is to grimace and shut her eyes. A moment later, the sound of snarling is gone, replaced by a slight “poof”, followed by silence hanging in the air. She opens her eyes just before Giles turns around, stake in one hand, dusting off his jacket with the other, the corners of his mouth curled downwards in disdain, clearly more at the dead creature’s ashes being on his jacket than at her inaction. In fact, as he goes on to impart more wisdom, it seems like he even expected it.
That doesn’t really make her feel better.
The next night on patrol, Tyra is determined she will slay any and all vampires that may rise, and do so without help from anyone. She sees the leaves rustle in the bushes far away and she tightens her grip on the stake, ready to face the vampire when out jumps a creature completely covered in hair.
Tyra has watched enough horror films to recognise it, even if she can’t quite believe its there. “A werewolf? You have got to be kidding me! - I thought you said we were hunting vampires.”
“Well, we are,” Giles began uncomfortably, “but there are many other creatures you’ll have to kill as well.”
“Thanks for the warning!”
“I thought I’d try to ease you into it. I was so caught up with your initial training, I had forgotten it was the full moon.”
“Great. So now what do we do?”
“Well…We’re going to need some silver bullets.”
Which means they don’t have any with them. So, really, they should jump over that gate and run the hell out of here. But the memory of last night feels heavier than the stake in her hand.
Tyra closes her fingers in the shape of a fist around the wooden object and holds her ground.
Fandoms: Friday Night Lights/Buffy The Vampire Slayer
Characters: Tami, Tyra, Lyla, Giles
Pairings: (slight) Eric/Tami, Jason/Lyla
Rating: PG
Prompt: #18 - the full moon @ story_lottery
Disclaimer: I don’t own the shows, characters, etc.
Spoilers: This is set pre-series for both shows, and assumes the events in both never took place so none, except for Buffy lore.
Summary: Three scenarios in which ladies of Dillon are the Chosen One.
Author’s Note: All three sections are separate from one another (since, as you know, there is only one Slayer). This has also been written for clevermonikerr in the Fandom Free-For-All, I hope it’s something like what you wanted.
Tami bursts out laughing, stunning the strangely formal man who’d been standing at the stop when she got off her bus. He’d surprised her by standing up to speak to her, and, occupied with re-arranging her shopping bags, she had only been half paying attention. By the time she was listening he’d been speaking of vampires and monsters which left her speechless, but when he began "one girl in all the world..." she couldn't hold the laughter back. She's married, with a two-year old daughter. She may have married young, perhaps with less life experience than the other mothers at the day care (as they love to remind her), but she thinks she’s earned the right to no longer be called a “girl”.
The poor man was clearly in need of some help, but she’s in a hurry to pick up Julie so she flashes an apologetic smile and says she hopes he finds who he’s looking for, before walking past him.
She is ready to forget the whole incident when from behind her the man calls out, his voice clipped, “It would be nice to be able to walk away from this. I certainly wouldn’t mind doing so right now, this place is so…dusty. But you can’t.”
She turns to face him before answering, “Actually, you can, sir. After all, you’re already at the bus stop.”
“You do not understand, Tami. There are so many forces at work here that you cannot even begin to fathom.”
At his use of her name, which she certainly didn’t give him, everything shady about this rings loudly in her head. It’s that time of evening when it’s gotten dark but the moon hasn’t quite come out yet, she is alone on a street corner with a strange man and Eric told her he didn’t like her using the bus in the evening because the stop is so far away from their place, but it’s not her fault they were out of groceries and he took the car to go to night practice and at least she kept Julie with Jen so someone was expecting her soon and would notice if she didn’t show up but -
“I know this may be difficult for you to believe, but we don’t have a lot of time, Tami.”
“How do you know my name? Have you been following me or something?”
“Well, not exactly following, but it is part of my job -”
“Your job?” she erupts, horrified.
“Yes,” he says sharply, his British accent strengthening with his lessening patience. “I was trying to tell you earlier.”
“You try anything and I’m going to call the cops!” she says defiantly.
He sighs tiredly, and takes off his glasses, putting a finger to his temple. “I can see this is going to be harder than I thought, but I’m afraid neither of us have the time. You will be able to find me at the local library when you need to.”
With that, he turns and walks away. Tami has never been half as religious as her mother would have liked, but in that moment she prays to never meet him again.
Two nights later, Eric chases something out the back garden with a sizzling barbeque fork. Its dark, the moon barely a sliver in the black night sky, and he says it was just a man trying to rob them, but she saw its face when it jumped pack over the fence and that wasn’t a he.
But what’s even more terrifying is Tami felt the strength in her arm when she threw that brick. And, suddenly, she knows.
-
Lyla finds it oddly satisfying, this whole slaying vampires business. Logic says it ought to be more problematic morally - killing the undead - but she's picked it up surprisingly quickly. The strength is nice, and it turns out the fighting - both in training and in the graveyard - works off stress nicely.
It’s almost like she has a spring in her step but whenever she points it out, Giles looks down at her disdainfully over the top of his glasses.
He is always reminding her of the “rules” as if he thinks she cannot remember anything, after that one time she was late for training because cheerleading practice ran late. He doesn’t like that she is a cheerleader.
To be honest, she doesn’t always either. It’s a little boring now; now that she knows what’s out there and she has so many other demands on her time. Successfully building a human pyramid doesn’t have quite the same kick to it when she spends her nights waiting for people to jump out of graves so that she can plunge a stake into where their hearts used to be and watch them turn to dust.
She’s good at it too. But even when she quits the cheerleading squad, Giles is still unimpressed because she hasn’t listened to his other rules. She hasn’t told anyone about this - the most important rule of them all - but he seems to think that also means she isn’t allowed to socialise with anyone. Just because he doesn’t have friends, doesn’t mean she can’t.
Not that she really does anyway. She doesn’t have any friends she’s really close to. But she has Jason. She has Jason’s friends.
Although she has less and less time for him, and she knows he is starting to wonder what she’s doing with all that time; why she rarely takes his calls, why their dates are almost always during the daylight.
But somehow even lying to her father is harder than lying to Jason. It’s not that she doesn’t love him; he’s just so willing to believe. He’s just so nice and so good and it was what she had always liked about him, but now she sees so much farther than he can, knows so much more, and she almost wants to shake him when he talks about going to college and playing professional basketball as if it’s the only thing there is.
Giles says she may not live to graduate high school. And the strange thing about that is she knew before she told her (one night in the graveyard when the faint light from the crescent moon hid the vampire from her sight, and it pushed her hard from behind, Lyla nearly hitting her head on a gravestone before she could stake it). And it’s not even that scary.
-
Tyra drops her stake the first time.
It’s not her fault, really. Giles keeps telling her she should be constantly alert and on her guard, but at the same time he’s repeating all this information and how does he expect her to retain all this, when she’s still struggling with the fact that she has a destiny, which involves her being the protector of this fucking town. (Although it is rather unsurprising to find out Dillon sits on a hellmouth.)
He’s brought his briefcase with him (as if they didn’t already make an odd enough pair, visiting the graveyard together at this time of night) and he opens it up to hand her a book; a heavy, brown, old-looking thing. She’s looking over it cautiously, not sure how he expects her to read this (forget working it around the rest of her life, if the title is anything to go by, it’s so old it even has different spellings) when the vampire pops up seemingly out of nowhere, and both the book and her stake fall to the floor as she screams.
When it lunges forward, she is embarrassed to admit even to herself (and will never tell anyone) that her instinctive reaction is to grimace and shut her eyes. A moment later, the sound of snarling is gone, replaced by a slight “poof”, followed by silence hanging in the air. She opens her eyes just before Giles turns around, stake in one hand, dusting off his jacket with the other, the corners of his mouth curled downwards in disdain, clearly more at the dead creature’s ashes being on his jacket than at her inaction. In fact, as he goes on to impart more wisdom, it seems like he even expected it.
That doesn’t really make her feel better.
The next night on patrol, Tyra is determined she will slay any and all vampires that may rise, and do so without help from anyone. She sees the leaves rustle in the bushes far away and she tightens her grip on the stake, ready to face the vampire when out jumps a creature completely covered in hair.
Tyra has watched enough horror films to recognise it, even if she can’t quite believe its there. “A werewolf? You have got to be kidding me! - I thought you said we were hunting vampires.”
“Well, we are,” Giles began uncomfortably, “but there are many other creatures you’ll have to kill as well.”
“Thanks for the warning!”
“I thought I’d try to ease you into it. I was so caught up with your initial training, I had forgotten it was the full moon.”
“Great. So now what do we do?”
“Well…We’re going to need some silver bullets.”
Which means they don’t have any with them. So, really, they should jump over that gate and run the hell out of here. But the memory of last night feels heavier than the stake in her hand.
Tyra closes her fingers in the shape of a fist around the wooden object and holds her ground.