Crimson & Red, drabbles 11-20
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jadelyntateAuthor: Jaded
Story: Crimson & Red
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, Spike, or Eric, I wouldn't be adverse...(cheeky grin)
Summary: Jason was sent by a demon; Eric came because he was an overprotective SOB. 50 drabbles.
A/N: So, uh, a shorter collection of drabbles pertaining to just how Jason and Eric ended up at the Cleveland House. Each drabble is between 100 and 200 words.
Hold
Eric was not a tactile person by any stretch of the imagination. Only two people could hug him without getting punched. So when Alice stopped hugging him every time she saw him, he took notice.
He started watching her, seeing the way she tensed up when anyone got close to her, the way she shied away from physical contact.
She now held things like Katie had, like she would break them if she wasn't careful. He'd found the remains of a crushed alarm clock in the trash. It all pointed to one inevitable conclusion.
Alice had suddenly gotten a lot stronger.
No Answers
“You were right,” Wes said, dropping his hat on his desk. He scrubbed at his face. “She's stronger. I found a hand dent in the aluminum cans behind your house.”
“I'm not going to even ask why you were looking at my trash cans,” Eric responded. “And a hand print?”
“Too small to be anyone but hers,” Wes confirmed. “It was hidden by the bush.”
“Why is she hiding it?” Eric growled, frustrated. He stood up to begin pacing the office. “Why is she so scared? It's us!”
Wes had no answers.
Mall
“Why did we decide to bring her here?”
“Because you want to figure out a way to get her to admit to us what's going on,” Wes answered. He paused and then smirked. “And cause Alice has you wrapped around her finger.”
As he watched Alice get her lunch from the mall's food court, Eric had to concede that Wes had a good point. However...
“That's ironic coming from you,” Eric finally said, taking a bite of his burger. Wes frowned. Eric swallowed with a smirk.
“I'm not the one who bought all this shit.”
Faster
“She's faster too. More agile.”
Eric looked up from where he'd been sitting in his office. He frowned. “What?”
“I just got off the phone with her PE teacher,” he told him, tone worried. “She wants Alice on the track team.”
“Alice hates running.”
“Not anymore.” Wes shook his head, looking bewildered. “She broke the school record for the mile run yesterday in class.”
Eric stared at him and Wes nodded. “Yeah, I know. She also had no problems jumping any of the hurtles.”
Eric leaned back in his chair, arms crossed.
Just what was happening to his little Alice?
Scared
Alice had a love-hate relationship with her name. On one hand, it was common. On the other, she shared it with her favorite heroine.
And just like the heroine, she had no idea what was happening to her. In addition to the insane strength and weird dreams, she was faster, had quicker reflexes, and her aim...the archery club wanted her after she got the bulls-eye every time in PE two weeks ago. Not to mention the track team, the lacrosse team, the soccer team, the tennis team... It scared her.
But Eric and Wes knew something was up and that scared her more than anything.
Sisters
Jason had bought a house. Well, technically, Billy had bought the house, Jason was just renting it (having a computer genius millionaire for a best friend was pretty useful sometimes). A week after he'd gotten moved in and unpacked, three of the slayers came over. They claimed it was so they could get a lesson in swords in but Jason knew it was to snoop.
“Who are the women?” Christine asked, standing by his mantle. Most of the pictures were of the extended gang but the three she meant were of him with Kim and/or Trini. His smile as he looked at them was bittersweet.
“My sisters.”
Faith can't cook
Jason eyed the chicken currently on the table. He wasn't sure how the girls were sneaking the meat off the bird, but slowly, bit by bit, it was disappearing as he made mashed potatoes and stuffing.
“You know,” he began as he finally saw a hand reaching out from under the kitchen bar Robin and Faith were sitting at. “If Christine and Rebekah keep stealing the chicken, we're not going to have any left for dinner.”
There was muffled snorts from the dining room where Hannah was setting the table and from the living room where Svetlana, Dominique, Sonja, and Aiko were watching TV. Faith smirked at him as the two girls popped up, looking abashed (Christine) and defiant (Rebekah). It was the latter who spoke.
“Faith can't cook.”
“Hey!”
Jason and Robin chuckled at the senior slayer's affronted expression.
“What happened to 'em?”
Jason didn't ask how Faith had learned about Kim and Trini.
“Trini was killed by a drunk driver a week before 9-11,” he answered, not stopping his kata. “I haven't seen Kimmie face to face in several years. None of our group has. We just get letters and an occasional phone call.”
“Why?”
“Something happened,” he explained vaguely. He hated remembering his time as the son of Maligore. “I don't think she's gotten over it yet.” Or forgiven herself.
“Something bad?”
We nearly killed our best friends.
“Yeah,” he answered, somber. “Something bad.”
Lone Wolf Technology
“Can I ask you something rather...personal?”
Jason glanced at the only other guy involved with the Cleveland house at the moment. “You can ask but I can't guarantee I'll answer.”
“How'd you afford this place?”
Jason smiled. His home was rather grandiose. “One of my best friends growing up started his own business,” he explained. “He's gotten pretty successful and likes helping us all out. He says the money will stay in the bank otherwise. He has no need for the fancy stuff.”
“What's his business?”
Jason turned and looked at Robin. “Lone Wolf Technology,” he answered. He smiled when Robin's eyes widened. “And yes, its the same LWT that's outstripping Microsoft.”
“Sounds like a nice guy,” Robin said and Jason grinned proudly.
“Billy's the best.”
Enigma
Jason was an enigma to Faith. He came from a good home, had rich friends, was good-looking, athletic. He'd probably been a classic high school jock, complete with gorgeous girlfriends and the adoration of his classmates. By all accounts he should have been a condescending prick, a pre-slayer Buffy, a male Cordelia.
He wasn't though and it was driving Faith slightly nuts. Guys just weren't that good (Scooby guys didn't count cause they were bat-shit insane).
There was a softness in him, a honor and nobility that, for some strange reason, made her think of Angel. Jason was the kinda guy who would do the right thing no matter the outcome. And he wouldn't regret it either. He stood by his convictions.
For a woman who'd grown up on the wrong side of the Boston tracks, with a drug addict prostitute for a mother and a step-father who liked to get slap-happy with them...he was an enigma.
Story: Crimson & Red
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, Spike, or Eric, I wouldn't be adverse...(cheeky grin)
Summary: Jason was sent by a demon; Eric came because he was an overprotective SOB. 50 drabbles.
A/N: So, uh, a shorter collection of drabbles pertaining to just how Jason and Eric ended up at the Cleveland House. Each drabble is between 100 and 200 words.
Hold
Eric was not a tactile person by any stretch of the imagination. Only two people could hug him without getting punched. So when Alice stopped hugging him every time she saw him, he took notice.
He started watching her, seeing the way she tensed up when anyone got close to her, the way she shied away from physical contact.
She now held things like Katie had, like she would break them if she wasn't careful. He'd found the remains of a crushed alarm clock in the trash. It all pointed to one inevitable conclusion.
Alice had suddenly gotten a lot stronger.
No Answers
“You were right,” Wes said, dropping his hat on his desk. He scrubbed at his face. “She's stronger. I found a hand dent in the aluminum cans behind your house.”
“I'm not going to even ask why you were looking at my trash cans,” Eric responded. “And a hand print?”
“Too small to be anyone but hers,” Wes confirmed. “It was hidden by the bush.”
“Why is she hiding it?” Eric growled, frustrated. He stood up to begin pacing the office. “Why is she so scared? It's us!”
Wes had no answers.
Mall
“Why did we decide to bring her here?”
“Because you want to figure out a way to get her to admit to us what's going on,” Wes answered. He paused and then smirked. “And cause Alice has you wrapped around her finger.”
As he watched Alice get her lunch from the mall's food court, Eric had to concede that Wes had a good point. However...
“That's ironic coming from you,” Eric finally said, taking a bite of his burger. Wes frowned. Eric swallowed with a smirk.
“I'm not the one who bought all this shit.”
Faster
“She's faster too. More agile.”
Eric looked up from where he'd been sitting in his office. He frowned. “What?”
“I just got off the phone with her PE teacher,” he told him, tone worried. “She wants Alice on the track team.”
“Alice hates running.”
“Not anymore.” Wes shook his head, looking bewildered. “She broke the school record for the mile run yesterday in class.”
Eric stared at him and Wes nodded. “Yeah, I know. She also had no problems jumping any of the hurtles.”
Eric leaned back in his chair, arms crossed.
Just what was happening to his little Alice?
Scared
Alice had a love-hate relationship with her name. On one hand, it was common. On the other, she shared it with her favorite heroine.
And just like the heroine, she had no idea what was happening to her. In addition to the insane strength and weird dreams, she was faster, had quicker reflexes, and her aim...the archery club wanted her after she got the bulls-eye every time in PE two weeks ago. Not to mention the track team, the lacrosse team, the soccer team, the tennis team... It scared her.
But Eric and Wes knew something was up and that scared her more than anything.
Sisters
Jason had bought a house. Well, technically, Billy had bought the house, Jason was just renting it (having a computer genius millionaire for a best friend was pretty useful sometimes). A week after he'd gotten moved in and unpacked, three of the slayers came over. They claimed it was so they could get a lesson in swords in but Jason knew it was to snoop.
“Who are the women?” Christine asked, standing by his mantle. Most of the pictures were of the extended gang but the three she meant were of him with Kim and/or Trini. His smile as he looked at them was bittersweet.
“My sisters.”
Faith can't cook
Jason eyed the chicken currently on the table. He wasn't sure how the girls were sneaking the meat off the bird, but slowly, bit by bit, it was disappearing as he made mashed potatoes and stuffing.
“You know,” he began as he finally saw a hand reaching out from under the kitchen bar Robin and Faith were sitting at. “If Christine and Rebekah keep stealing the chicken, we're not going to have any left for dinner.”
There was muffled snorts from the dining room where Hannah was setting the table and from the living room where Svetlana, Dominique, Sonja, and Aiko were watching TV. Faith smirked at him as the two girls popped up, looking abashed (Christine) and defiant (Rebekah). It was the latter who spoke.
“Faith can't cook.”
“Hey!”
Jason and Robin chuckled at the senior slayer's affronted expression.
“What happened to 'em?”
Jason didn't ask how Faith had learned about Kim and Trini.
“Trini was killed by a drunk driver a week before 9-11,” he answered, not stopping his kata. “I haven't seen Kimmie face to face in several years. None of our group has. We just get letters and an occasional phone call.”
“Why?”
“Something happened,” he explained vaguely. He hated remembering his time as the son of Maligore. “I don't think she's gotten over it yet.” Or forgiven herself.
“Something bad?”
We nearly killed our best friends.
“Yeah,” he answered, somber. “Something bad.”
Lone Wolf Technology
“Can I ask you something rather...personal?”
Jason glanced at the only other guy involved with the Cleveland house at the moment. “You can ask but I can't guarantee I'll answer.”
“How'd you afford this place?”
Jason smiled. His home was rather grandiose. “One of my best friends growing up started his own business,” he explained. “He's gotten pretty successful and likes helping us all out. He says the money will stay in the bank otherwise. He has no need for the fancy stuff.”
“What's his business?”
Jason turned and looked at Robin. “Lone Wolf Technology,” he answered. He smiled when Robin's eyes widened. “And yes, its the same LWT that's outstripping Microsoft.”
“Sounds like a nice guy,” Robin said and Jason grinned proudly.
“Billy's the best.”
Enigma
Jason was an enigma to Faith. He came from a good home, had rich friends, was good-looking, athletic. He'd probably been a classic high school jock, complete with gorgeous girlfriends and the adoration of his classmates. By all accounts he should have been a condescending prick, a pre-slayer Buffy, a male Cordelia.
He wasn't though and it was driving Faith slightly nuts. Guys just weren't that good (Scooby guys didn't count cause they were bat-shit insane).
There was a softness in him, a honor and nobility that, for some strange reason, made her think of Angel. Jason was the kinda guy who would do the right thing no matter the outcome. And he wouldn't regret it either. He stood by his convictions.
For a woman who'd grown up on the wrong side of the Boston tracks, with a drug addict prostitute for a mother and a step-father who liked to get slap-happy with them...he was an enigma.
