Aug. 3rd - Unusual You
Title: Unusual You
Author: 3am_moonlight
Crossover: BtVS / Jessica Jones (TV)
Rating: Gen
Word Count: 873
Timeline: BtVS: Post-Chosen & JJ: Post-AKA Everything.
Disclaimer: The Buffyverse belongs to Joss Whedon and Jessica Jones/MCU belongs to the Stan Lee Estate and Marvel.
Summary: After watching Trish being taken away, Jessica calls Faith and accepts the job offer from two years before.Author's Note: Written for Day 03 of the 2019 August Fic-A-Day.
A/N 2: Follows 2018's 'Strength in Numbers'.
It had been more than two years since Faith offered an alcoholic with anger management problems in New York City a job with the Sineya Council, when out of the blue one day she received a call from an unknown number with an NYC area code. SC had kept an eye on her, but for the most part, it had just been whoever had passed through NYC in the vicinity of where she lived. That person or those people had made sure she was doing as well as could be expected and had then moved on with whatever they were there to do.
Before Faith had been able to give more than a slightly suspicious "Yeah?" in greeting to the unknown caller, an unfamiliar woman's voice began talking without even attempting to use some kind of greeting.
"I'll take it. Whatever the job is, I'll take it." Faith blinked and moved the phone a little away from her face so she could look at it again to see if the number was something she recognized after all, before replacing it so she could keep listening. Slayer hearing meant she'd hear it regardless, but she was in a public place and it would've looked weird.
"Who's this?" The voice and the area code tried to tell her something that was swimming just out of reach, but she had been shopping with several of the mini-Slayers and her mind was fried. The phone call had finally given her an excuse to get away from them for a little while. Mostly she just wanted to beat something into a bloody pulp and then find someone to give her a really good fuck so she could spend all of her pent up energy and frustration. But a random caller giving her a break from the teenage drama would work, too.
"Jessica Jones. You gave me this number and offered me a job." Something clicked in her mind and she remembered a drunken woman in New York two years ago who could jump six feet straight up while drunk. "Has the offer expired?"
"No, no. We could still use you." Her mind swirled and all thoughts of fighting some hapless vamps and a roll in the sack to scratch her itch vanished from her mind. "I just thought you'd trashed my card at the first opportunity. Especially since I haven't heard from you in two years."
"I almost did."
"I was hoping you would at least take me up on the offer to spar. You looked like you could need someone to fight for a few hours." She had actually looked like she wanted to drown herself in cheap whiskey, but a little violence therapy had always worked for Faith so she might be projecting a little.
A snort came over the line, "More shit has happened, so maybe I'll take you up on it later."
That was as good of a lead-in as she was going to get so she asked, "Are you still in Hell's Kitchen?" An affirmative response and she continued, "I'm in Boston. Can you drive here?"
A resolute, "I don't drive", made her change tactics.
"How about flying, or the train?"
"I'll take the train. What's your address?"
Faith rattled off the address to the Council owned house she was currently staying in with the mini-Slayers. "Do you want me to pick you up at the station or are you taking a cab?"
"I'll text you with the answer when I'm an hour away." And then she abruptly hung up, leaving Faith to her own confusion.
Okay. There was an emotionally damaged superhero with a drinking problem coming to stay with her. The house she was currently staying in had two permanent mini-Slayer living there along with their Watchers. Problem was, they were 18 and below the drinking age and the Watchers were of the stiff upper lip variety. Which meant moving an alcoholic into the house would cause problems since all Slayers had an enhanced sense of smell and the teenaged terrors couldn't keep their traps shut for very long.
She should probably call someone and warn them, preferably the local Watchers. It would be the proper thing to do, as she had been told many times before by a large assortment of Watchers and other people. Opening her phonebook she scrolled through the numbers, but nothing seemed right and when she reached the end she just took the easy option and sent off a short text to B. It would have to do. B was Little Miss Responsibility and would know what to do about it, so Faith wouldn't have to deal with the paperwork.
At least the housing situation was temporary. Faith spent most of her time traveling wherever her instincts and Dreams told her to go, and if it leads her nearby a Slayer House she would stay for a week or two. She'd been in Boston for five days and had planned to leave the day after, but that would have to be postponed now.
Now all she had to do was survive feeding the bottomless pits that were the two mini's and then get them home in time to either greet her guest or pick her up.