Dusting Duo Drabbles 6 - 10
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jadelyntateAuthor: Jade
Story: Dusting Duo
Disclaimer: I do not own the fandoms here within. They are owned by Disney and Joss Whedon. I make no monetary profit. Though if someone were to give me Jason or Spike, I wouldn't be adverse...(cheeky grin)
Summary: Spike and Kimberly meet. The world will never be the same. 100, 100 word drabbles.
A/N: I...do not know where this came from. All I know is I was watching Buffy, laughing at Spike, debating on going back into PR fanfic and boom! Dusting Duo was born.
Shakes
He hadn't introduced himself that night. Instead, he'd gotten fed up and left. Still, the remnants of her ranger powers told her he followed her until she was safely inside her home. Part of her wanted to be annoyed cause, you know, former ranger, but mostly she was relieved.
Slipping into bed that night, she started shaking as she realized how close she'd come to dying. Her nightmares were the worst she'd had since Zedd had kidnapped her all those years ago.
Unlike then, however, she didn't run from the fight. The next night she was back on the streets.
Born for it
“Fancy meeting you again.”
Spike groaned. Doesn't she ever give up?
“Nope,” she responded cheerfully and he realized he'd asked that out loud. She swung a dagger and neatly sidestepped a vampire's fangs. “Do you?”
“I'm different,” he told her. “I was born for this.”
“What makes you think I wasn't?”
“Besides having met you?” he asked rhetorically as they both dusted their respective vampires. The remaining one looked at them and then took off. A twang from his crossbow later and the vamp was dust.
“Can I get one of those?”
Sunlight
Kimberly lifted her face to the sun, happy to feel the rays on her face. Fighting at night, patrolling as Spike had called it, was taking its toll. She was tired but happy and alive. Thankfully, she wasn't so much as working as bumming off her mother and step father until she figured out if she wanted to go to college or get a coaching license and open up her own gym. Billy had offered to finance it.
Thoughts of her possible future made her wonder what Spike did during the day. Somehow, she didn't think he had a job.
Crossbows
“You cannot use the crossbow.”
“Why not?” she demanded, hands on her hips as she stopped in the middle of the street they were patrolling. Or rather, he was patrolling and she was following him. He still wasn't sure what she was expecting on these outings.
“I'd rather not get shot, thanks,” he drawled and she rolled her eyes.
“I'll have you know, I'm awesome with a bow.”
“So you've said. Repeatedly. Answer hasn't changed.”
“C'mon Spike!”
“No.”
“Pretty please?”
“No.”
…
“Can I use your stake holster then?”
“ARGH!”
Giles
Rupert Giles had seen quite a few things in his time and heard about even more. But looking over the reports coming out of Paris, he had to wonder...
According to Council contacts, two individuals had been attacking and killing demons in the city of light. A young woman and young man. The first hand accounts indicated they bickered quite a bit. There was something about a crossbow in one of the reports. Nevertheless, supernatural activity in the area had been drastically cut since they'd appeared.
He picked up his phone. “Buffy, we may have a Slayer in France.”
Story: Dusting Duo
Disclaimer: I do not own the fandoms here within. They are owned by Disney and Joss Whedon. I make no monetary profit. Though if someone were to give me Jason or Spike, I wouldn't be adverse...(cheeky grin)
Summary: Spike and Kimberly meet. The world will never be the same. 100, 100 word drabbles.
A/N: I...do not know where this came from. All I know is I was watching Buffy, laughing at Spike, debating on going back into PR fanfic and boom! Dusting Duo was born.
Shakes
He hadn't introduced himself that night. Instead, he'd gotten fed up and left. Still, the remnants of her ranger powers told her he followed her until she was safely inside her home. Part of her wanted to be annoyed cause, you know, former ranger, but mostly she was relieved.
Slipping into bed that night, she started shaking as she realized how close she'd come to dying. Her nightmares were the worst she'd had since Zedd had kidnapped her all those years ago.
Unlike then, however, she didn't run from the fight. The next night she was back on the streets.
Born for it
“Fancy meeting you again.”
Spike groaned. Doesn't she ever give up?
“Nope,” she responded cheerfully and he realized he'd asked that out loud. She swung a dagger and neatly sidestepped a vampire's fangs. “Do you?”
“I'm different,” he told her. “I was born for this.”
“What makes you think I wasn't?”
“Besides having met you?” he asked rhetorically as they both dusted their respective vampires. The remaining one looked at them and then took off. A twang from his crossbow later and the vamp was dust.
“Can I get one of those?”
Sunlight
Kimberly lifted her face to the sun, happy to feel the rays on her face. Fighting at night, patrolling as Spike had called it, was taking its toll. She was tired but happy and alive. Thankfully, she wasn't so much as working as bumming off her mother and step father until she figured out if she wanted to go to college or get a coaching license and open up her own gym. Billy had offered to finance it.
Thoughts of her possible future made her wonder what Spike did during the day. Somehow, she didn't think he had a job.
Crossbows
“You cannot use the crossbow.”
“Why not?” she demanded, hands on her hips as she stopped in the middle of the street they were patrolling. Or rather, he was patrolling and she was following him. He still wasn't sure what she was expecting on these outings.
“I'd rather not get shot, thanks,” he drawled and she rolled her eyes.
“I'll have you know, I'm awesome with a bow.”
“So you've said. Repeatedly. Answer hasn't changed.”
“C'mon Spike!”
“No.”
“Pretty please?”
“No.”
…
“Can I use your stake holster then?”
“ARGH!”
Giles
Rupert Giles had seen quite a few things in his time and heard about even more. But looking over the reports coming out of Paris, he had to wonder...
According to Council contacts, two individuals had been attacking and killing demons in the city of light. A young woman and young man. The first hand accounts indicated they bickered quite a bit. There was something about a crossbow in one of the reports. Nevertheless, supernatural activity in the area had been drastically cut since they'd appeared.
He picked up his phone. “Buffy, we may have a Slayer in France.”
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Date: 2010-04-09 02:48 am (UTC)LOL!I,absolutely,love,this!Can't,wait,to,read,more!^_^