Slayers: Academy Years
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BtVS Crossovers › Misc - FemmeSlash - Female/Female
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
10
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4,938
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6
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Currently Reading:
1
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C6: Miss Me?
Getting to the actual building wasn’t as difficult as she’d thought. The girls patrolling the area had to be from the newest crop, they were all pretty young, looked very bored, and had stiff-looking Watchers with them. Finding the room she needed was the problem. Her senses were going haywire with so many slayers around, finding a specific one was going to be a challenge, and it was only when she remembered that she could just search out the spells on her jacket that things became much more easy. East side, over on the corner. That was her favorite jacket, Kevin had spelled it to call for her, on some sort of empathic level, whenever she lost it.
Brennon had to murmur to herself that leaving the jacket for Liz to take as ‘evidence’ was the smartest thing she’d done all night… possibly the only smart thing, but that still made it the most intelligent. The building looked to just be the basic red brick, with cement accents. Simple, easy maintenance, and no problem for her claws. The climb wasn’t too difficult, though her boots gave very little in the way of a grip while she was ascending, and there was a very convenient ledge on level with the windows spanning both sides of the building. She crouched there, peering through the window to see if she had the right room, and smiled when she saw her jacket laying haphazard on a chair. There weren’t any flashing lights indicating an alarm system, nor did she see the telltale little boxes on the window frame. This high up, there weren’t any bars like the first three levels. Damn, the room had to be five stories up. “Note to self, don’t fall.”
The window was even unlocked. The slayers had to feel pretty secure to not lock up at night. Especially if getting past the barrier was that easy. Well, then again, it may not have been that easy if she had really been there to harm anyone. Brennon had her jacket shrugged on quickly before she moved closer to the bed. Liz looked practically like an angel laying there like that, and the demon side of the woman objected strongly to the notion. Nevertheless, quietly, she trailed a finger along the girl’s cheek and leaned forward.
“Elizabeth. Liz. Hey, wake up.” The whispers were quieter than she’d usually use, the acute Slayer hearing of the neighboring girls a constant thought to her. The slumbering Slayer stirred slightly. “Hey, Liz…” The abrupt movement startled Brennon as her hand was grabbed, and her arm, and she was thrown over the bed and onto the floor, landing with a soft thud before she rolled up and away. There was the object of her current obsession, if you could call it that, springing out of bed to face her with a confused and still somewhat sleep-addled expression. “Whoa, a little trigger happy Tex?”
“Brennon?” Liz squinted and stared at her, tilting her head and only barely lowering her fists before she raised them again. “What’re you doing here?”
“I… um… wanted to see you.” Bren smiled and shrugged a little, holding up her hands to show that she wasn’t holding any weapons. That seemed to confuse Liz even more. “I mean… um… that project. Your research.”
“My project?” Liz lowered her fists again, looking incredulous and shifted her weight. “You’re kidding.”
“No, I’m not. It’s ridiculous you having to come up with theories and information on such outdated nonsense.” Brennon tried to step closer, only to have a crossbow that had been laying next to Liz be suddenly taken up and pointed at her. “Come out with me. I’ll let you profile me, any questions you want.”
“That’s probably not a smart idea…” Liz smirked a little, and was surprised by the roundhouse kick that suddenly knocked the crossbow up into the air, and it landed in Brennon’s hands.
“I think this means that you have to come out with me.” Bren smirked again and shrugged, gesturing with the crossbow.
“Can I at least get dressed first?” Liz was growling, and Brennon took a good look at her finally, and leered. A sports bra and boyshorts.
“I think you look just peachy.” At Liz’s glare, she chuckled softly. “Just grab those jeans on your chair. You can borrow my jacket once we get to the car.”
Liz was still growling and grumbling as they made their way silently through the common room, and nearly shrieked in startlement when she heard someone else in the room, and a sudden gasp. Turning, she saw Mary with an unopened bottle of water from their stock in her hand, struggling, scared, and being held by Brennon with one hand over her mouth and the crossbow pointed at her. “What the fuck?” It was whispered, and Bren looked aggravated that this other girl had shown up.
“She was getting water.” Liz whispered back with a scowl, then glowered at the trembling Mary. The emergency stairs were just a few paces away from the entrance to their area in the hall, and though there weren’t any alarms on the doors, they creaked with the lack of oil. Brennon winced and growled at every screech and squeal of the hinges, and was shocked when no one came to investigate. They actually made it back to the barrier and car without incident. “So what the hell do you expect us to do now?”
“Get in the car, kid,” Bren pushed Mary toward her brother and he shoved her unceremoniously into the back seat, cracking his knuckles and drawing magical energy around him. “Cool down, Kevin. Here.” And she handed Liz the jacket, as promised, then gestured the passenger’s seat. “Kevin, you’re in back with the nosy one.” The warlock looked livid.
TBC
Brennon had to murmur to herself that leaving the jacket for Liz to take as ‘evidence’ was the smartest thing she’d done all night… possibly the only smart thing, but that still made it the most intelligent. The building looked to just be the basic red brick, with cement accents. Simple, easy maintenance, and no problem for her claws. The climb wasn’t too difficult, though her boots gave very little in the way of a grip while she was ascending, and there was a very convenient ledge on level with the windows spanning both sides of the building. She crouched there, peering through the window to see if she had the right room, and smiled when she saw her jacket laying haphazard on a chair. There weren’t any flashing lights indicating an alarm system, nor did she see the telltale little boxes on the window frame. This high up, there weren’t any bars like the first three levels. Damn, the room had to be five stories up. “Note to self, don’t fall.”
The window was even unlocked. The slayers had to feel pretty secure to not lock up at night. Especially if getting past the barrier was that easy. Well, then again, it may not have been that easy if she had really been there to harm anyone. Brennon had her jacket shrugged on quickly before she moved closer to the bed. Liz looked practically like an angel laying there like that, and the demon side of the woman objected strongly to the notion. Nevertheless, quietly, she trailed a finger along the girl’s cheek and leaned forward.
“Elizabeth. Liz. Hey, wake up.” The whispers were quieter than she’d usually use, the acute Slayer hearing of the neighboring girls a constant thought to her. The slumbering Slayer stirred slightly. “Hey, Liz…” The abrupt movement startled Brennon as her hand was grabbed, and her arm, and she was thrown over the bed and onto the floor, landing with a soft thud before she rolled up and away. There was the object of her current obsession, if you could call it that, springing out of bed to face her with a confused and still somewhat sleep-addled expression. “Whoa, a little trigger happy Tex?”
“Brennon?” Liz squinted and stared at her, tilting her head and only barely lowering her fists before she raised them again. “What’re you doing here?”
“I… um… wanted to see you.” Bren smiled and shrugged a little, holding up her hands to show that she wasn’t holding any weapons. That seemed to confuse Liz even more. “I mean… um… that project. Your research.”
“My project?” Liz lowered her fists again, looking incredulous and shifted her weight. “You’re kidding.”
“No, I’m not. It’s ridiculous you having to come up with theories and information on such outdated nonsense.” Brennon tried to step closer, only to have a crossbow that had been laying next to Liz be suddenly taken up and pointed at her. “Come out with me. I’ll let you profile me, any questions you want.”
“That’s probably not a smart idea…” Liz smirked a little, and was surprised by the roundhouse kick that suddenly knocked the crossbow up into the air, and it landed in Brennon’s hands.
“I think this means that you have to come out with me.” Bren smirked again and shrugged, gesturing with the crossbow.
“Can I at least get dressed first?” Liz was growling, and Brennon took a good look at her finally, and leered. A sports bra and boyshorts.
“I think you look just peachy.” At Liz’s glare, she chuckled softly. “Just grab those jeans on your chair. You can borrow my jacket once we get to the car.”
Liz was still growling and grumbling as they made their way silently through the common room, and nearly shrieked in startlement when she heard someone else in the room, and a sudden gasp. Turning, she saw Mary with an unopened bottle of water from their stock in her hand, struggling, scared, and being held by Brennon with one hand over her mouth and the crossbow pointed at her. “What the fuck?” It was whispered, and Bren looked aggravated that this other girl had shown up.
“She was getting water.” Liz whispered back with a scowl, then glowered at the trembling Mary. The emergency stairs were just a few paces away from the entrance to their area in the hall, and though there weren’t any alarms on the doors, they creaked with the lack of oil. Brennon winced and growled at every screech and squeal of the hinges, and was shocked when no one came to investigate. They actually made it back to the barrier and car without incident. “So what the hell do you expect us to do now?”
“Get in the car, kid,” Bren pushed Mary toward her brother and he shoved her unceremoniously into the back seat, cracking his knuckles and drawing magical energy around him. “Cool down, Kevin. Here.” And she handed Liz the jacket, as promised, then gestured the passenger’s seat. “Kevin, you’re in back with the nosy one.” The warlock looked livid.
TBC