Kathy's Revenge
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AtS/BtVS Crossovers › FemmeSlash - Female/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
57
Views:
7,797
Reviews:
28
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Currently Reading:
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what the hell happened?
Chapter 7
“What the hell happened?”
I run back into the kitchen followed very closely by pretty much everyone else. B seams to be just staring at the floor covered in the broken pieces of plate. Which means that we’re staring at her and she’s staring at it. Makes you want to look the other way.
I try but I can’t. It’s just like a hideous car accident. You have to look at all the limbs and intestines flying around the place. You look not because you want to but because this is something that you have to see. For some sick and twisted reason, which hides somewhere within the human mind.
Ok back to reality. Is she starting to go a bit red? No, I don’t think she is. She’s going very red. Also that particular grip on that counter might make it splinter.
Ok at least she’s no longer going red. Blue is a good colour. Right?
Giles appears from behind me. He just stands there, very un-Giles like, I’m expecting him to ask what is going on… he doesn’t.
“Hey Giles, how’s it….” B says as she falls to the ground. Forward I might add. Before I can even tell my body to move she’s fallen forward and smacked her forehead off the counter top. Blood begins to pour from somewhere. The mass amount of liquid prevents me from seeing where the wound actually is.
Her limp body hits the floor in a clatter as the broken crockery is thrown up by her landing.
The car accident is over and I’ve gone into rescue mode. I pick her up from the mists of the broken china on the floor and carrying her over to the nearest soft service. Which in this case happens to be the sofa. I lay her out and thank the Powers That Be that Giles is the one close on my heals. ‘Coz I gotta say I have no idea what to do in this situation.
Giles quickly goes into help mode. “Willow get me the first aid kit, Xander get my jacket. Faith, get me some towels.”
I jump to orders. Which is unusual but not unneeded. Right towels there are lots and lots of these things in this particular cupboard. How many does he need? Ahh I didn’t ask. From now on stop, wait, think. Fuck it.
In true Faith style I take all of them. I can’t see where I’m going but I got towels didn’t I?
I get one hell of a sarcastic look when I come down. He asked for them. He takes the top one and makes it into a pad. Then presses it onto the wound on the head of the slayer. It’s not bleeding as much but still bleeding. He then takes the first aid kit and begins to attach butterfly stitches to her head.
Then reaches into his jacket and pulls out a small odd looking bottle, opens the top and proceeds to waft it under her nose. She wakes up with a start. The said waking up is done with such force that she sits up. On the up side with it being in one swift movement no energy lost.
Her hand finds itself at her head trying to push back the headache. Somehow I don’t think that this is going to work. “Ouch.” She seams a little woozy and this word drags on a little longer than it should have. “What the hell happened?”
“What the hell happened?”
I run back into the kitchen followed very closely by pretty much everyone else. B seams to be just staring at the floor covered in the broken pieces of plate. Which means that we’re staring at her and she’s staring at it. Makes you want to look the other way.
I try but I can’t. It’s just like a hideous car accident. You have to look at all the limbs and intestines flying around the place. You look not because you want to but because this is something that you have to see. For some sick and twisted reason, which hides somewhere within the human mind.
Ok back to reality. Is she starting to go a bit red? No, I don’t think she is. She’s going very red. Also that particular grip on that counter might make it splinter.
Ok at least she’s no longer going red. Blue is a good colour. Right?
Giles appears from behind me. He just stands there, very un-Giles like, I’m expecting him to ask what is going on… he doesn’t.
“Hey Giles, how’s it….” B says as she falls to the ground. Forward I might add. Before I can even tell my body to move she’s fallen forward and smacked her forehead off the counter top. Blood begins to pour from somewhere. The mass amount of liquid prevents me from seeing where the wound actually is.
Her limp body hits the floor in a clatter as the broken crockery is thrown up by her landing.
The car accident is over and I’ve gone into rescue mode. I pick her up from the mists of the broken china on the floor and carrying her over to the nearest soft service. Which in this case happens to be the sofa. I lay her out and thank the Powers That Be that Giles is the one close on my heals. ‘Coz I gotta say I have no idea what to do in this situation.
Giles quickly goes into help mode. “Willow get me the first aid kit, Xander get my jacket. Faith, get me some towels.”
I jump to orders. Which is unusual but not unneeded. Right towels there are lots and lots of these things in this particular cupboard. How many does he need? Ahh I didn’t ask. From now on stop, wait, think. Fuck it.
In true Faith style I take all of them. I can’t see where I’m going but I got towels didn’t I?
I get one hell of a sarcastic look when I come down. He asked for them. He takes the top one and makes it into a pad. Then presses it onto the wound on the head of the slayer. It’s not bleeding as much but still bleeding. He then takes the first aid kit and begins to attach butterfly stitches to her head.
Then reaches into his jacket and pulls out a small odd looking bottle, opens the top and proceeds to waft it under her nose. She wakes up with a start. The said waking up is done with such force that she sits up. On the up side with it being in one swift movement no energy lost.
Her hand finds itself at her head trying to push back the headache. Somehow I don’t think that this is going to work. “Ouch.” She seams a little woozy and this word drags on a little longer than it should have. “What the hell happened?”