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|Author: Give_Us_A_Kiss Rating: PG-13 Genre: Romance/Humor/Action/Angst Published: 27th June 2012 Last Updated: 13th August 2012 Reviews: (17)||
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Chapter 1: Collide
Author's Notes: This is a cross-over fic so you don't need to know much about Glee to understand it.
“Out of the doubt that fills my mind I somehow find you and I collide….” -Howie Day
The water was cool on 17 year old Faith Lehane’s skin as she sliced through the water of Sunnydale High School pool in the earlier morning hours. She wasn’t much for overachieving; she just loved the calming affect the water has always had on her body. Finishing her morning laps the young Bostonian climbed out of the pool. Walking over to the bleachers she picked up her towel, and she began to dry off the excess water that still remained on her body. “Sure ain't Boston.” The young girl said to herself, as she began to wring out her hair with another towel. Having a stroke of luck finally in her life, the young woman was shipped off to Sunnydale where she was given a new life and family. Making her way back to the locker rooms Faith thought a quick shower was in order. “Hello?” She yelled out. “Anyone in here?” Not hearing a response she stripped of her swim suit. Padding her way over to the showers naked she turned on the shower as she began to hum a tune. Unbeknownst to her while she was doing that someone had entered the locker room.
“So I’ll see you later Will.” The blonde said to her redhead best friend as she entered the locker room. “I sure seem to be spending a lot of time here considering its summer.” The young teen muttered to herself. Sighing Buffy made her way to her gym locker, she remember she had stowed the weapons Giles was asking her to get there. She was just glad the whole mess with Angelus was over, and as strange as she was, she was gonna miss Kendra. Opening her locker it squeaked open. First looking up and then down she spotted the bag. “Ah ha. I found you Mr. weapons bag. Thought you could hide from me huh?” She smirked grabbing the bag; she closed her locker not before taking on quick look in the mirror. Smiling she said. “I think my hair is working for me today.” Nodding approval Buffy shut her locker. Bag in hand she opened it as she walked not bothering to pay attention to where she was going as she bumped smacked dap into a naked Faith. “Oh My God.” The blind gaped. “Your- Uh.” Quickly covering her eyes. “I’m so sorry.”
“S’ok. Blondie.” Faith smiled cockily as she stood up. In the collision she was knocked to the ground.
“Umm… question.” She pauses pretending to mule it over. “Why are you naked?” the blonde asked her eyes still covered as she tried to gather her fallen weapons.
“I’ll answer yours if you answer mine.” Watching the blonde as; she scurried to gather all of her lost weapons. “What’s with all the weapons?”
“Umm I asked first.” Buffy replied trying to stall.
“What are you five?” Grabbing her towel, and wrapping in around herself.
“Some people say…I act old for my age.”
Chucking Faith replied. “So I’m guessing your actual age is six.”
“Ha ha very funny…” Pausing when she realized she didn’t know the very naked girls’ name. “You must be new here?” She asked standing after having gathered all her misplaced weapons.
“Fairly.” She shrugged as she rasped out. “Got here a couple weeks before school ended.” Running her hand through her wet hair she asked. “Nice dodging by the way.”
“I wasn’t dodge-y… look this is me not dodging.”
“Uh huh.” Smirking Faith walked over to her locker. “I’m Faith by the way.”
Turning her head she looked at her. “I’m gonna guess that’s not short for something.”
“What’s wrong with Buffy?”
“I’m betting I’m gonna find out.” The young teen muttered and continued to dress.
“HEY!” Buffy exclaimed “I heard that.”
“Good for you princess.” Faith answered pulling her jeans up her thighs. “So I take you’re not gonna give me the sitch.” Pointing to the bag of that was now clutched in Buffy’s hands.
“Not before you explain all your nakedness.”
Laughing Faith sat down on the bench as she pulled on her boots. “If you must know… I’m on the swim team just trying to keep in shape. I didn’t think anyone was here, hence the nakedness.”
“Oh.” Buffy paused biting her bottom lip. “Makes sense.”
“Glad you approve.” Standing Faith looked at the clock on the wall. “Well it was nice meeting you Buffy.” The Bostonian replied sincerely. “But it looks like I gotta motorvate.” Grabbing her bag the brunette made her way out of the locker room.
“Yeah you too.” She said watching her retreating form. “That was odd.” Buffy said shaking her head and leaving the gym as well.
Outside Faith hopped on her Ducati that her foster parents thought would be appropriate to give her upon her arrival. Not arguing she gladly accepted the highly unnecessary gift. Putting her bag on the rack that was held at the back of the bike, Faith paused. Turning her head she took one last look at the school. “Something’s off about her.” The girl thought. She didn’t know what but it was drawing her to the Blonde. Shaking it off, she threw her leg across the shiny red bike. It would just have to wait it was getting dark. “A hero’s job’s never done.” The young teen said kicking her bike to life, putting on her matching red helmet she rode off into the sunset towards her California home.
It took Faith about fifteen minutes to get to her adopted families home. Parking her bike in the garage she found her sister waiting for her. “Hey kid.” The young girl replied smiling slightly.
“There’s a man waiting for you.” The young teen said to her older adopted sister.
Taking her gym bag off the rack she threw it over her shoulder. “Who?”
“Didn’t say.” The young brunette said following her into the house. “Dads said he seemed to looking important.”
“Thanks Rach.” Faith said throwing her bag in the corner of the laundry room.
“Oh… dinner is on the table.” Looking up at her she pushed some hair behind her ear. “I tried to tell them that you wouldn’t be hungry till after you know.”
Smirking at her little sister she still wasn’t sure on a how she felt about her knowing about her slaying. She figured as long as she didn’t get hurt it wasn’t a big deal. “Thanks. Now get out of here.” She winked as she pushed her up the stairs. “I would say, do some homework but I know you did it three times by now.” Chuckling Faith just shook her head.
“Faith.” She whined. “You could do with my kind of enthusiasm for school you know. If you just-“
“Here’s an idea…go check my homework.” Smiling as she teased her. She cared for her adopted sister, but there was far too much of her Boston life in her to hear another if you just applied yourself speech.
“Ah you must be Faith.” A voice said interrupting the two sisters. “Wesley Wyndam-Pryce.” The Man said fixing his tie. “I’m your watcher.” Holding out his hand for her to shake.
Looking at the man and then down at his hand she said. “My what?”
“Watcher.” He replied in his thick British accent. “I was sent here by the Watchers’ Council.”
“The who?” Staring at the man whom; she just met with utter confusion.
“I’ve heard about this.” Rachel said interrupting Wesley.
“You what?” Faith said now looking at her slightly confused.
Looking from Wesley to Faith Rachel replied to her sheepishly. “When we found out what you were…I did some research.” Pausing the young teen continued. “Yes it’s seems…” Taking note of Wesley British accent Rachel said. “That he’s from The Watchers' Council of Britain it’s a group that finds, trains, and supervise Slayers.” She finished looking at Faith for emphases.
“Precisely!” Wesley said nodding in agreement. Looking at his watch he said. “No time like the present…I assume you have weapons.”
“Whoa, whoa.” Holding up her hands to him stopping his action Faith continued. “Who said I’m going anywhere with you?”
“I...I…” he sputtered he had never been met with this kind of resistant.
“Faith.” She heard a small voice behind her.
Looking down into her sisters’ eyes she saw the worry but she also saw her encouragement. “Alright kid.” She had never steered her wrong so what the hell. Walking over to a nearby closet she pulled out her bag. “Lock up when I leave.”
Nodding Rachel smiled; she knew Faith was still struggling with the move and her demons. “See ya in the morning.” The younger girl said as she hugged her.
“Yeah.” Faith said awkwardly hugging her back, this whole family and love thing was starting to grow on her.
“Shall we?” Wesley said as he opened the door and stepped into the quickly darkening night.
“Could this guy have picked a creepier place to meet?” Buffy asked as she sat atop a grave stone swinging her legs back and forth.
“Well...” The stuffy British man began. “It seems after your Cruciamentum.”
“Yeah yeah I know… but why now?” The perky blonde asked jumping off the head stone.
“It seems that after Kendra died another Slayer was called.” Pulling out a white handkerchief out of his breast pocket; he took off his glasses he began to clean them.
“Here?” Buffy asked him curiously.
Placing his glasses back on, he gave her sort of a grunt as he clears his throat. “Not exactly.” Pausing Giles tried to figure out how he could best phrase what he wanted to say. “This… This new Slayer had some issues she needed sorted out after her watcher was killed. They wanted to make sure she was properly relocated.” Rubbing the back of his neck he began again. “Situation like- like this can be extremely volatile.” Pushing his hands deep in his pocket; the middle aged man spoke again. “We can’t have a rouge slayer on our hands.”
“Uh Huh- You’re totally right.” Buffy said not really paying attention to the man anymore. As he was talking two sets of hands began to push out of two adjacent graves. “Time for some fun.” Buffy said more to herself.
“Right… Yes.” Giles said backing away.
“That’s what happens when you pick a grave yard for a meeting place Giles.” Pulling out her trusty stake, from the pocket in her pant leg. It had be a few week since her Cruciamentum, but Buffy was still relishing the fact that she was no longer powerless girl. As the first demon made its way out of the grave Buffy greeted him with a smile. “Hey!” the chosen one called. “You should wash up before dinner.” Flying through the air; connecting with a sound kick to the chest.
“Must we taunt?” Giles asked knowing the answer already.
“We must.” Buffy replied as she connected with right hook to its jaw. “Don’t…You…Know…By…Now…Its…No…Fun…If…You…Don’t.” the blonde said punching with each word she said.
Nodding was all he could do to agree. Turning his head he saw a man and woman approach them.
“Wicked!” The young brunette said charging after the other demon.
As he continued to look on at the action that took place in front of him Giles asked. “New watcher?”
“Wesley Wyndam-Pryce.” The young Brit replied holding out his hand. “Rupert Giles I presume.”
Without turning the older man shook his hand. “You know I won’t be leaving.”
“Right…Um...” Wesley sputtered. “Oh look.” He said nervously. “There’s about to be a slaying.” he pointed out.
“Lights out Vamp.” Faith said as she plunged the wooden stake into the un-beating heart. After the sound of the familiar hiss subsided Faith was just in time to see an explosion of dust. “Who knew you Watcher types could-“
“Me.” The younger Slayer said as the dust finally fell and she could make out who was on the other side.
“You’re a Slayer?!” they both replied in unison and in equal confusion.
“Ah so it appears you’ve met.” Walking over to the two women the younger watcher stated.
Turning to their respective watchers the chosen ones asked. “Why didn’t you tell me?” Looking at each other they spoke again. “Stop doing that!”
“Me!” Faith squeaked out. “You started.”
“Oh now who’s five?” Buffy asked crossing her arms over her chest in annoyance.
“Well it’s only to match your six year old self.” Faith replied placing her hands on her hips.
“You two have met before?” Giles said breaking up their squabbling.
“This is all naked girl.” Buffy answered turning her head to look at him as she pointed to Faith.
Smirking cockily Faith replied. “That would be the part you remember B.”
Scoffing Buffy rolled her eyes.
“Fascinating.” Wesley said pulling out his note pad. “The Council is going to want the sequence of events never in the history of Slaying.”
“Is he for real?” Buffy questioned looking at him in amazement.
“’Fraid so.” Faith answered. Ignoring the man’s musings Faith once again looked at Buffy.
Buffy feeling dark eyes on her turned her head. “Um Giles.”
“Yes of course go.”
Without another word to the two men the two slayers walked off.
“Oh get a grip man.” The older man said snatching the tablet out of his hand.
“You know…” Faith began.
“I couldn’t just out it say it… It’s supposed to be a secret.” Buffy finished for the younger girl.
“I knew there was something off about you.”
“Me…” Buffy stopped walking to look at her. “You we’re the one walking around all look at me I’m all naked.”
Smirking Faith crossed her arms over her chest. “Bringing up the me being naked again huh?” raising her eyebrow Faith chuckled lowly to herself.
“Ugh.” Groaning in frustrating Buffy began walking again. “Do you just flirt with everything that moves?”
“Only the cute things.” Faith replied as she jogged to catch to her.
“I’m not gay you know.”
“Sure you’re not Twinkie.” She smiled her dimples on full display. “So what’s the skinny? Why is there two of us?”
“I’m guessing it’s because I died.”
Pulling her jacket closer to her, Buffy nodded. “I don’t think the line runs though me anymore. After I died Kendra was called….Then you.”
“So I take it you’re not from around here?” Buffy asked noticing her east coast accent.
Eyes clouding over the young Bostonian began to remember things from her past. “Nah… from Boston originally.”
Sensing an uneasiness Buffy changed the subject. “I guess we’re training buddies now since Wesley must be both of our watcher.” Looking over at the other girl she couldn’t exactly explain what was happening it was like something was attracting her to her. “So swim team huh? That’s pretty cool.”
Smirking Faith stopped to look at her. “Back to me naked again B?”
“You really do have a one track mind you know?” The blonde asked mimicking the dark haired slayers movements.
“You’re one to talk you’re all like…naked Faith.” Pushing her hands deep inside her pockets Faith smiled inwardly.
“I just wanted to know about the swim team.” Buffy scoffed. “Isn’t it kinda early for practice?”
Lifting up her shirt Faith patted her abs. “I’ve gotta keep these babies around somehow.”
Following her hands Buffy bit her lip, turning her head in fear of getting caught the young blonde cleared her throat, trying to keep her blush at bay. Was she flirting with this girl she barely knew? It’s not like she hadn’t thought about it before it just never came up. “Uh Huh.”
Chuckling at the reaction that Buffy was giving her Faith respond. “If you’re lucky I’ll give you another peek after we’re finished B.”
“Not. Gay.” The brunette smiled. “You told me…Give me time.” Winking at the blonde Faith began walking again.
“You really do flirt with anyone.” Meant more as a statement the a question.
Nodding, Faith opened her mouth but quickly shut it as she heard some scuffling going on in the distance.
“Someone’s in trouble.” Buffy said pausing trying to pinpoint where the noise was coming from.
Without a moment’s pause they took off in the direction of the noise. “Over there.” Faith said running with Buffy on her heels.
Skidding to a stop both Slayers took in the scene before them, neither one was sure what was going on. A small blonde with short cropped hair seemed to be taken on a demon half her size. She wore tan cargo pants, and a matching flex jacket with a black tee underneath. Her hands were covered in black leather gloved with the finger tips cut off. Her black belt seemed to be more for ammo then a fashion accessory. But on closer inspection it wasn’t for ammo at all. It was more like something that Batman would wear full of Ninja Stars and Holy water and tons of other gadgets. Her boots were more like something Faith would wear big and clunky just the kind for delivering a good ass kicking. On her back lay the most impressive feature of all, a sword that seemed to be connected her body with a sling. That ran across her body. The sword itself was a Katana from the looks, the handle was woven in a dark purple held in a dark black sheath.
Being knocked to the ground she rolled out of the way just as the demon slammed its fist to the ground.
“Should we help her?” Buffy asked as she and Faith looked on.
Whispering “I don’t think she needs our help B.”
Spinning to her feet the unknown blonde blocked a backhand the demon threw her way. Grabbing its arms she spun it around so it was now stunned facing her. Before it realized what was happening their legs were swept out from under it with a vicious legs sweep dropping it flat on it back. Rolling over demon tried to recover from its knee, but the demon hunter was one step ahead of the creature. Reaching behind her, and grabbing the end of the sword that lay in its sheath on her back. With one quick motion downward she sliced the demons heard clear off its body causing it to fall with a sickening thud next to it. Bring her body from her crouching position; she used her gloved free hand to wipe the excess goo from her blade before sliding it back into its holder.
Opening her mouth to comment on what just transpired in front of them. “Can I just say eww?” Buffy said looking at Faith.
Startled the young woman prepared to reach for her sword once again.
“Whoa… whoa.” Faith said holding up her hands in defense. “We’re white hats too.” Seeing that the girls hand was still tightly wrapped around the end of her sword Faith continued. “I’m Faith.” The younger slayer said placing her hand on her chest to indicating who she was. “And this is Buffy.” Using her free hand Faith motioned towards her blonde counterpart.
“Slayers.” the girl grunted slightly relaxing.
“Yes!” Buffy exclaimed. “Total good guys.”
Nodding the blonde ran a hand though her grimy locks. “Quinn.”
“Again I say…” Buffy replied lowly to the brunette slayer.
Rolling her eyes Faith spoke to the young blonde. “Umm don’t know how to say thins but.”
“But you smell like death.” Buffy finished for her.
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