The Nightstalkers
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AtS/BtVS Crossovers › Het - Male/Female
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Adult +
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17
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FIC: The Nightstalkers (5/?)
FIC: The Nightstalkers (5/?)
“This better be good,” Harmony seethed at the insistent knocking on the door. Everyone knew better than to bother her after lights out. A girl needed her beauty sleep.
Pulling on her knee-length robe, she hurried to the door and yanked it open. Her jaw dropped as she recognised the interloper. “You!”
The sultry Slayer smirked at her reaction. “Hey Harm, that robe looks wicked on ya. Bet it’d look even better off ya.” She gasped when the supernatural warrior unfastened her robe, placed a hand on her belly, slid it round to and down her lower back, coming to a halt on her butt. “Feels wicked good.” Harmony raised a hand to slap the brunette only for the other girl to easily catch her hand, other hand staying where it was. “Fiesty,” the Slayer’s smirk widened. “I saw the way you were looking at me even when you were talkin’ shit. Tell me you don’t want me?” Harmony licked her lips but couldn’t deny her heart’s passionate flutter. “Yeah that’s what I figured.” The Slayer crushed her soft lips to hers, her hot tongue working its way into Harmony’s receptive mouth. The Slayer pulled away, brushed blond strands off Harmony’s neck and whispered in her ear, tongue tickling her lobe. “Wanna carry this on inside?”
Harmony’s legs almost unbuckled beneath her. “S…sure.”
* * *
“Your team seems to be very well organised,” Wesley complimented as the resistance leader led him into the kitchen. “I understand from Mr. Levinson that you have infra-red sensors and a pressure mat built into the front entrance and sprinklers filled with holy water in every corridor. Most inventive. I’d also be very interested to see the other innovations that Mr. Levinson mentioned-.”
“I’m not sure you’ll be staying,” Xander interrupted.
Wesley stared at the old beyond his years resistance fighter. “I beg your pardon?”
The young man stared steadily at him. “I’ve heard lots of stuff about your Slayer. How great a warrior she is. But also how out of control. I now know both are true.”
Wesley felt moved to leap to his charge’s defence. “Faith is high-spirited, but it is that very high spirit that makes her such an effective warrior.”
It was as if he hadn’t spoken. “To survive here, we’ve had to work as a team. Faith might kick ass, but she is a disruptive force. You’re her Watcher, she’s your responsibility.”
“I am hardly her owner,” Wesley retorted.
Xander shook his head. “God knows I don’t want another robot, watching Kendra was almost heart-breaking. But a Watcher is meant to look after his Slayer.”
“Faith is a grown woman, capable of making her own decisions.” This time Wesley was moved to speak in his own defence.
“Was she when you became her Watcher?” Wesley’s silence condemned him. “Looking at the way she behaves, the rumours I’ve heard, I’m guessing she was an abused child. Her Watcher should and could have been her second chance, the nearest thing she had to a parent.” Wesley reddened as he realised that was just what Ms. Walters had been to Faith. “At the very least they should be what Giles,” the younger man’s breath caught for a second. “What Giles was to Buffy, a friend, a sounding board, and a shoulder to lean on.” The young man paused, wisdom beyond his years in his dark eyes. “You had a chance to really help this girl, but you blew it.”
Wesley’s flush deepened, discomforted by the American’s barbs. “Faith is a problematic-.”
“She’s hard work,” Xander glared at him. “So you decided to give up on her, turn a blind eye to her problems.”
“You’ve no right to judge me!” Wesley snapped, something of his father’s ugly temper rearing inside him. “You have no idea about Faith and I!”
The young man appeared unaffected by his anger. “I know enough to worry just what effect she’ll have on morale. Things are hard enough without importing extra trouble.”
* * *
“Well that went well.” Xander groaned as he wearily stumbled through his mansion’s half-lit corridors, the greyness of the wallpaper only adding to his bleak mood. As usual his undiplomatic mouth had opened a can of worms, this time an almighty row between him and the Watcher.
The hell of it was he knew he was right. From what the others had said the Slayer had slain eight vampires in roughly as many seconds. And when he’d looked into her eyes, he’d seen unshakable confidence but also the same sort of hurt betrayal he’d felt when his dad got handy. There was a great warrior there, but also someone in need of help, help he could maybe provide, but his people, his new family, had to come first.
Reaching the door to the room he shared with Cordelia, he opened it and walked into the darkened chamber. “I saw the way you looked at that floozy.”
Xander groaned inwardly. He so didn’t need one of those ‘conversations’. “What floozy?” he affected a light tone. “There’s only one floozy for me.”
“Right answer.” He sensed rather than saw his girl-friend’s beaming smile. “Now come over here and get your reward.”
Xander grinned as he hurried towards the bed, dragging his shirt over his head as he did so. Okay, so maybe his life didn’t suck completely.
* * *
“That was quite a time,” Faith drawled as she slid off the bed and started to pull her clothes back, eyes fixed on the glistening blonde sprawled on the bed. “I bet they heard your screams in the next street over.” Faith smirked. “Bet they wondered if I was gutting or fucking you.”
“You could stay.”
“Nah,” Faith shook her head. “This was an one-time only deal.”
“But why?” A distressed look on her face, the cheerleader sat up on the edge of the bed.
“It’s simple really,” Faith’s face hardened. “You talked down to me like I was shit. So I figured I’d give you the ride of your life, ruin you for man and gal. And,” Faith’s soft laugh was filled with venom, “if your buds didn’t know you swung both way, they sure as hell do now.”
“You bitch!”
Faith caught Harmony’s swung slap and pushed her back down onto the bed. “Yeah, I’m a bitch. You might want to remember that next time you try and come up against me, ‘cause next time you’ll spend a month eating through a straw.” A grin on her face, Faith walked out of the former cheerleader’s room, kicking the door shut behind her.
“Are you quite finished acting like a cheap trollop?”
Faith spun around to face the speaker , her good mood evaporating. “Who the hell do you think you’re talkin’ to?” she demanded through narrowed eyes.
The Watcher took a half-step back at her grating tone but quickly recovered. “I think I’m talking to a beautiful, brave, spirited, and intelligent young woman who unfortunately doesn’t value herself anything like as much as she should.” Faith stared dazedly at the Englishman. “I grow tired of putting up with your constant bed-hopping, lowering yourself to the likes of Ms. Kendall and worse for a quick thrill.”
“What? You jealous you’re off the invite list?” Faith was still reeling under the Watcher’s first words, but managed a weak retort. “You had your chance and you blew it!”
“I’d be lucky to be chosen by you. As long as it was for the right reasons,” Wesley half-smiled before sobering. “Your mother might not have wanted you. Your father might have deserted you. But the powers that be, one of the most powerful entities for good in the known universe, chose you out of millions to be its champion.” The Watcher paused, allowing his momentous words to sink in. “Do you really have to make yourself feel wanted by acting like a slapper?”
Faith stared at the Englishman, bemused by his words. “I….. I ain’t cut out for a nun’s habit.”
“A less likely candidate for nunhood would be nigh on impossible to find.” Wesley chuckled. “I wouldn’t expect you to become a nun, merely have enough respect to pick someone worthy of all you have to offer.” Faith stared at the Englishman. “And on another matter,” Wesley paused momentarily. “Also worthy of respect are our new companions. They don’t have your powers or my training, and yet they stand against the same forces as we do. You might want to think about that.” The Watcher turned on his heel and walked away.
* * *
Sweat broke out on Wesley’s forehead as he strode away from the beautiful Bostonian. Only the certain knowledge that running wouldn’t enable him to escape the sultry Slayer’s wrath prevented him from picking up the pace and galloping away. He’d seen his Slayer’s anger in action. Once a trio of youths had decided no meant yes and as a result, Ms. Walters and he had been forced to use their contacts to get three counts of attempted murder dropped. Every woman had a right to defend herself, but Faith’s assault had been frenzied in the extreme, only sheer luck had prevented her from becoming a triple-murderer.
Unfortunately his honour had demanded he’d act. He’d tried to defend himself against Harris’ verbal attack, but the younger man’s words had cut deep primarily because they were true. He had turned a blind eye to the Slayer’s wild behaviour, concentrating only on her Slaying. And in doing so, he’d allowed an already damaged child to further hurt herself.
Shame caused his cheeks to flush. He only hoped his words would cause the troubled teen to re-assess her behaviour and realise her true worth. And didn’t instead cause a still greater rift between the two of them.
* * *
Someone worthy of all you have to offer.
Faith stared open-mouthed after her retreating Watcher, a slow anger building up inside her. Where did he get off talking to her like that? The rat bastard-.
Except, Faith paused in her internal rant as his words sank in. What exactly had the Englishman said? That she was beautiful? That she was smart? That she was brave? That she deserved to be happy?
Someone worthy of all you have to offer.
All her life she’d chosen sleazes and tough guys because she thought that was all she could get. Gunn was better than that, but she hadn’t known that when she made her move on him.
Yeah, if she was gonna be this new Faith she needed a new type of guy, a steady instead of an one night stand, to go with it. And, she slowly smiled, she had just the guy in mind.
“This better be good,” Harmony seethed at the insistent knocking on the door. Everyone knew better than to bother her after lights out. A girl needed her beauty sleep.
Pulling on her knee-length robe, she hurried to the door and yanked it open. Her jaw dropped as she recognised the interloper. “You!”
The sultry Slayer smirked at her reaction. “Hey Harm, that robe looks wicked on ya. Bet it’d look even better off ya.” She gasped when the supernatural warrior unfastened her robe, placed a hand on her belly, slid it round to and down her lower back, coming to a halt on her butt. “Feels wicked good.” Harmony raised a hand to slap the brunette only for the other girl to easily catch her hand, other hand staying where it was. “Fiesty,” the Slayer’s smirk widened. “I saw the way you were looking at me even when you were talkin’ shit. Tell me you don’t want me?” Harmony licked her lips but couldn’t deny her heart’s passionate flutter. “Yeah that’s what I figured.” The Slayer crushed her soft lips to hers, her hot tongue working its way into Harmony’s receptive mouth. The Slayer pulled away, brushed blond strands off Harmony’s neck and whispered in her ear, tongue tickling her lobe. “Wanna carry this on inside?”
Harmony’s legs almost unbuckled beneath her. “S…sure.”
* * *
“Your team seems to be very well organised,” Wesley complimented as the resistance leader led him into the kitchen. “I understand from Mr. Levinson that you have infra-red sensors and a pressure mat built into the front entrance and sprinklers filled with holy water in every corridor. Most inventive. I’d also be very interested to see the other innovations that Mr. Levinson mentioned-.”
“I’m not sure you’ll be staying,” Xander interrupted.
Wesley stared at the old beyond his years resistance fighter. “I beg your pardon?”
The young man stared steadily at him. “I’ve heard lots of stuff about your Slayer. How great a warrior she is. But also how out of control. I now know both are true.”
Wesley felt moved to leap to his charge’s defence. “Faith is high-spirited, but it is that very high spirit that makes her such an effective warrior.”
It was as if he hadn’t spoken. “To survive here, we’ve had to work as a team. Faith might kick ass, but she is a disruptive force. You’re her Watcher, she’s your responsibility.”
“I am hardly her owner,” Wesley retorted.
Xander shook his head. “God knows I don’t want another robot, watching Kendra was almost heart-breaking. But a Watcher is meant to look after his Slayer.”
“Faith is a grown woman, capable of making her own decisions.” This time Wesley was moved to speak in his own defence.
“Was she when you became her Watcher?” Wesley’s silence condemned him. “Looking at the way she behaves, the rumours I’ve heard, I’m guessing she was an abused child. Her Watcher should and could have been her second chance, the nearest thing she had to a parent.” Wesley reddened as he realised that was just what Ms. Walters had been to Faith. “At the very least they should be what Giles,” the younger man’s breath caught for a second. “What Giles was to Buffy, a friend, a sounding board, and a shoulder to lean on.” The young man paused, wisdom beyond his years in his dark eyes. “You had a chance to really help this girl, but you blew it.”
Wesley’s flush deepened, discomforted by the American’s barbs. “Faith is a problematic-.”
“She’s hard work,” Xander glared at him. “So you decided to give up on her, turn a blind eye to her problems.”
“You’ve no right to judge me!” Wesley snapped, something of his father’s ugly temper rearing inside him. “You have no idea about Faith and I!”
The young man appeared unaffected by his anger. “I know enough to worry just what effect she’ll have on morale. Things are hard enough without importing extra trouble.”
* * *
“Well that went well.” Xander groaned as he wearily stumbled through his mansion’s half-lit corridors, the greyness of the wallpaper only adding to his bleak mood. As usual his undiplomatic mouth had opened a can of worms, this time an almighty row between him and the Watcher.
The hell of it was he knew he was right. From what the others had said the Slayer had slain eight vampires in roughly as many seconds. And when he’d looked into her eyes, he’d seen unshakable confidence but also the same sort of hurt betrayal he’d felt when his dad got handy. There was a great warrior there, but also someone in need of help, help he could maybe provide, but his people, his new family, had to come first.
Reaching the door to the room he shared with Cordelia, he opened it and walked into the darkened chamber. “I saw the way you looked at that floozy.”
Xander groaned inwardly. He so didn’t need one of those ‘conversations’. “What floozy?” he affected a light tone. “There’s only one floozy for me.”
“Right answer.” He sensed rather than saw his girl-friend’s beaming smile. “Now come over here and get your reward.”
Xander grinned as he hurried towards the bed, dragging his shirt over his head as he did so. Okay, so maybe his life didn’t suck completely.
* * *
“That was quite a time,” Faith drawled as she slid off the bed and started to pull her clothes back, eyes fixed on the glistening blonde sprawled on the bed. “I bet they heard your screams in the next street over.” Faith smirked. “Bet they wondered if I was gutting or fucking you.”
“You could stay.”
“Nah,” Faith shook her head. “This was an one-time only deal.”
“But why?” A distressed look on her face, the cheerleader sat up on the edge of the bed.
“It’s simple really,” Faith’s face hardened. “You talked down to me like I was shit. So I figured I’d give you the ride of your life, ruin you for man and gal. And,” Faith’s soft laugh was filled with venom, “if your buds didn’t know you swung both way, they sure as hell do now.”
“You bitch!”
Faith caught Harmony’s swung slap and pushed her back down onto the bed. “Yeah, I’m a bitch. You might want to remember that next time you try and come up against me, ‘cause next time you’ll spend a month eating through a straw.” A grin on her face, Faith walked out of the former cheerleader’s room, kicking the door shut behind her.
“Are you quite finished acting like a cheap trollop?”
Faith spun around to face the speaker , her good mood evaporating. “Who the hell do you think you’re talkin’ to?” she demanded through narrowed eyes.
The Watcher took a half-step back at her grating tone but quickly recovered. “I think I’m talking to a beautiful, brave, spirited, and intelligent young woman who unfortunately doesn’t value herself anything like as much as she should.” Faith stared dazedly at the Englishman. “I grow tired of putting up with your constant bed-hopping, lowering yourself to the likes of Ms. Kendall and worse for a quick thrill.”
“What? You jealous you’re off the invite list?” Faith was still reeling under the Watcher’s first words, but managed a weak retort. “You had your chance and you blew it!”
“I’d be lucky to be chosen by you. As long as it was for the right reasons,” Wesley half-smiled before sobering. “Your mother might not have wanted you. Your father might have deserted you. But the powers that be, one of the most powerful entities for good in the known universe, chose you out of millions to be its champion.” The Watcher paused, allowing his momentous words to sink in. “Do you really have to make yourself feel wanted by acting like a slapper?”
Faith stared at the Englishman, bemused by his words. “I….. I ain’t cut out for a nun’s habit.”
“A less likely candidate for nunhood would be nigh on impossible to find.” Wesley chuckled. “I wouldn’t expect you to become a nun, merely have enough respect to pick someone worthy of all you have to offer.” Faith stared at the Englishman. “And on another matter,” Wesley paused momentarily. “Also worthy of respect are our new companions. They don’t have your powers or my training, and yet they stand against the same forces as we do. You might want to think about that.” The Watcher turned on his heel and walked away.
* * *
Sweat broke out on Wesley’s forehead as he strode away from the beautiful Bostonian. Only the certain knowledge that running wouldn’t enable him to escape the sultry Slayer’s wrath prevented him from picking up the pace and galloping away. He’d seen his Slayer’s anger in action. Once a trio of youths had decided no meant yes and as a result, Ms. Walters and he had been forced to use their contacts to get three counts of attempted murder dropped. Every woman had a right to defend herself, but Faith’s assault had been frenzied in the extreme, only sheer luck had prevented her from becoming a triple-murderer.
Unfortunately his honour had demanded he’d act. He’d tried to defend himself against Harris’ verbal attack, but the younger man’s words had cut deep primarily because they were true. He had turned a blind eye to the Slayer’s wild behaviour, concentrating only on her Slaying. And in doing so, he’d allowed an already damaged child to further hurt herself.
Shame caused his cheeks to flush. He only hoped his words would cause the troubled teen to re-assess her behaviour and realise her true worth. And didn’t instead cause a still greater rift between the two of them.
* * *
Someone worthy of all you have to offer.
Faith stared open-mouthed after her retreating Watcher, a slow anger building up inside her. Where did he get off talking to her like that? The rat bastard-.
Except, Faith paused in her internal rant as his words sank in. What exactly had the Englishman said? That she was beautiful? That she was smart? That she was brave? That she deserved to be happy?
Someone worthy of all you have to offer.
All her life she’d chosen sleazes and tough guys because she thought that was all she could get. Gunn was better than that, but she hadn’t known that when she made her move on him.
Yeah, if she was gonna be this new Faith she needed a new type of guy, a steady instead of an one night stand, to go with it. And, she slowly smiled, she had just the guy in mind.