Stolen Destiny
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AtS/BtVS Crossovers › Het - Male/Female › Angel(us)/Buffy
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
Views:
2,215
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer (BtVS) or Angel, the Series (AtS); nor any of the characters from them. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter Two
Title: Stolen Destiny. Chapter Two.
Rating: R (For the time being.)
Summary: What if in season four of Buffy, Faith did happen to take that flight out of the country and not decide to save those in the church? And what if Buffy was left with nowhere to go other than Los Angeles to see a certain vampire who'd be most likely to believe her?
Briefing: Just so you know, Buffy had gone to Giles to explain what happened, but unfortunately for her, he didn't believe her. Before Willow and Tara could arrive, she had fled while Giles made calls to the others(The Scoobies, Buffy included) to let them know what 'Faith' was trying to pull. The Scoobies had met up at the Church where a group of vampires were holding civilians hostage. They, with the help of the Initiative, were able to take down the vampires. Faith in Buffy's body never comign to help. Instead she landed herself the first ticket out of Sunnydale and off to Mexico. Angel is still in Los Angeles with Wesley and Cordelia. The Hyperion comes into play a little earlier than in the show. Just 'cos I think it's a neat place. :P There you have it.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything here, save for the storyline. All characters and the like are trademark properties of Joss Whedon, Fox, Mutant Enemy and it's affiliates. If lyrics are used, their also obviously copyrighted to their owners and etc. Please don't sue. I'm just a poor girl. Really, I am.
Pairings: Buffy(In Faith's body)/Angel, Faith(In Buffy's body.)/Various Original Characters, Willow/Tara, Xander/Faith(In Buffy's body.) -I know, confusing.
If you read and review I will love you forever and ever. Promise. :)
Oh, and I know. I have way too many stories that aren't completed up. I just tend to go from one story's chapter to the next story's chapter. It works well for me. Hehe.
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// Flight 945 Bound to Mexico. //
"Huh?" Asked the petite blonde who was playing with the small television screen on the back of the chair in front of her.
"I asked, where are you from?" Again repeated the blue eyed twenty-something year old seated at the window.
Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, Faith replied politely, "Oh, California." Just as she adjusted the sound on the headphones to mute. Something she wouldn't have done if she'd been in her old body. This new body called for a new take on life. Manners were going to be Faith's new project.
Sticking out a hand as the sudden urge to be as carefree as she'd been in her old body took, she also decided to make conversation, even if it might be small with the guy next to her. Hell, she was stuck on a plane with him for next few hours. "I'm Buffy. Buffy Summers, and you are?" Flashing a flirtatious smile the man's way, one free hand brushed away a loose golden strand of hair that fell in view.
"Daniel Meyers. Originally from New York." He started and took the delicate looking hand. But boy! Did this girl ever have a grip. Ouch! Shaking his hand once it was free to get the feeling back in it, he went on, "I was visiting family in California. And you don't sound like you're from California." Came the observation while hues of blue roamed over the tiny figure of the girl next to him. He definitely liked what he saw.
Fuckin' jerk is havin' eye sex with me. I oughta rip them out along with his sacs and replace each hole with the other body part. She reeled herself from violent thoughts with another thought of, What would Buffy do? After considerable thought came with the conclusion, Probably pout and say how rude he is. Ah, fuck it. S'not like I'm g'na stake the guy here on the plane. "You don't sound like ya from New York. Guess people have different accents, go figure." Snapped Faith, who went right back to putting her headphones on once more.
"I didn't mean it like that. What I meant is..." Daniel was cut off mid-explanation.
"Wha' ya meant to be was rude. Or you were tying to be a smart fuckin' ass and see if I'd still talk with you and then hook-up once in Mexico. Sorry Darren, but not happenin'." She really wasn't paying much attention to his name. "Find some other blonde to screw." Came the blunt reply as the headset went over her ears and the sound from the station came blaring into her hearing. It was the news back in California. Fortunately for Faith, the plane was still above the state to have the local news come in on that channel.
As the scene unfolded, Faith was able to spot the Scoobies off in the background for a moment, until they were brought up to the bubbly reporter and her camera. The Scoobs were proclaimed as heroes, saving those 'poor unfortunate civilians' inside from a cult of teens who were trying tp perform some kind of Satanic ritual.
At the way Xander stood proudly, his arm around Anya, Faith bursted out laughing in her seat. Only because she knew that it was all a front. Inside each of them was a vast amount of worry and guilt. If they at all realized what had been done.
Life was good.
Finally!
-To be continued.
Rating: R (For the time being.)
Summary: What if in season four of Buffy, Faith did happen to take that flight out of the country and not decide to save those in the church? And what if Buffy was left with nowhere to go other than Los Angeles to see a certain vampire who'd be most likely to believe her?
Briefing: Just so you know, Buffy had gone to Giles to explain what happened, but unfortunately for her, he didn't believe her. Before Willow and Tara could arrive, she had fled while Giles made calls to the others(The Scoobies, Buffy included) to let them know what 'Faith' was trying to pull. The Scoobies had met up at the Church where a group of vampires were holding civilians hostage. They, with the help of the Initiative, were able to take down the vampires. Faith in Buffy's body never comign to help. Instead she landed herself the first ticket out of Sunnydale and off to Mexico. Angel is still in Los Angeles with Wesley and Cordelia. The Hyperion comes into play a little earlier than in the show. Just 'cos I think it's a neat place. :P There you have it.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything here, save for the storyline. All characters and the like are trademark properties of Joss Whedon, Fox, Mutant Enemy and it's affiliates. If lyrics are used, their also obviously copyrighted to their owners and etc. Please don't sue. I'm just a poor girl. Really, I am.
Pairings: Buffy(In Faith's body)/Angel, Faith(In Buffy's body.)/Various Original Characters, Willow/Tara, Xander/Faith(In Buffy's body.) -I know, confusing.
If you read and review I will love you forever and ever. Promise. :)
Oh, and I know. I have way too many stories that aren't completed up. I just tend to go from one story's chapter to the next story's chapter. It works well for me. Hehe.
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// Flight 945 Bound to Mexico. //
"Huh?" Asked the petite blonde who was playing with the small television screen on the back of the chair in front of her.
"I asked, where are you from?" Again repeated the blue eyed twenty-something year old seated at the window.
Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, Faith replied politely, "Oh, California." Just as she adjusted the sound on the headphones to mute. Something she wouldn't have done if she'd been in her old body. This new body called for a new take on life. Manners were going to be Faith's new project.
Sticking out a hand as the sudden urge to be as carefree as she'd been in her old body took, she also decided to make conversation, even if it might be small with the guy next to her. Hell, she was stuck on a plane with him for next few hours. "I'm Buffy. Buffy Summers, and you are?" Flashing a flirtatious smile the man's way, one free hand brushed away a loose golden strand of hair that fell in view.
"Daniel Meyers. Originally from New York." He started and took the delicate looking hand. But boy! Did this girl ever have a grip. Ouch! Shaking his hand once it was free to get the feeling back in it, he went on, "I was visiting family in California. And you don't sound like you're from California." Came the observation while hues of blue roamed over the tiny figure of the girl next to him. He definitely liked what he saw.
Fuckin' jerk is havin' eye sex with me. I oughta rip them out along with his sacs and replace each hole with the other body part. She reeled herself from violent thoughts with another thought of, What would Buffy do? After considerable thought came with the conclusion, Probably pout and say how rude he is. Ah, fuck it. S'not like I'm g'na stake the guy here on the plane. "You don't sound like ya from New York. Guess people have different accents, go figure." Snapped Faith, who went right back to putting her headphones on once more.
"I didn't mean it like that. What I meant is..." Daniel was cut off mid-explanation.
"Wha' ya meant to be was rude. Or you were tying to be a smart fuckin' ass and see if I'd still talk with you and then hook-up once in Mexico. Sorry Darren, but not happenin'." She really wasn't paying much attention to his name. "Find some other blonde to screw." Came the blunt reply as the headset went over her ears and the sound from the station came blaring into her hearing. It was the news back in California. Fortunately for Faith, the plane was still above the state to have the local news come in on that channel.
As the scene unfolded, Faith was able to spot the Scoobies off in the background for a moment, until they were brought up to the bubbly reporter and her camera. The Scoobs were proclaimed as heroes, saving those 'poor unfortunate civilians' inside from a cult of teens who were trying tp perform some kind of Satanic ritual.
At the way Xander stood proudly, his arm around Anya, Faith bursted out laughing in her seat. Only because she knew that it was all a front. Inside each of them was a vast amount of worry and guilt. If they at all realized what had been done.
Life was good.
Finally!
-To be continued.