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Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: Jojo, Fitz, and Thief Girl (Darling) meet back up again, discuss Stand Attacks, and then see something else bizarre.
Word Count: 1091
Rating: Gen
Note: HERE THERE PROBABLY BE BUFFY/JJBA SPOILERS.
“One of your relatives is in danger,” she manages, “…and he was gonna kill you both and I like you…” She bites her lip to stem the flow of words. “But I saved you, so no need to worry.”
“We fought a Stand User too.” Fitz looks worried, but Xander sees something different about her. She’s…stronger, in a word. Doesn’t look quite as scared. It’s strength in her eyes. “But good job.” An afterthought. Are all British people so socially inept? Johan rolls his eye.
“He turned Whisper against me,” she whispers, and the snake curls close to her shoulder as if to reassure, “…and Whisper’s been my only friend for so long, but it was okay, because I managed to fix it. Me.” She finally pushes him away, and her eyes are watery but still with this new confidence. Probably because she hadn’t managed anything like that before. She’d overcome her fear. Jojo remembers how liberating that can be.
“Thank you.” He gives her a honest smile and a thumb’s up, and she smiles, shy but genuine. Then he looks at Fitz. “And besides, my family, adopted or blood, are strong. I have to believe in them, right?”
Speedwagon should definitely smile more often, Johan thinks. It makes him look less like Giles and more like the younger person I’m pretty sure he is.
“You get another gold star,” he agrees.
“Yipee!” he yells and laughs at the way Fitz’s expression freezes. “You really need to loosen up.”
“Forgive me if I don’t fully trust your judgment there,” Fitz states sarcastically.
“As much fun as it is, I think I’ve had enough of the mall. What about you?” he asks, realizing that so far they’ve been lucky, but if they keep being attacked in a place with a lot of people, there are bound to be casualties.
“Let’s go!” the other two respond together.
Fitz is clearly a little impatient as Xander briefly gets sidetracked by buying a duffel and tools, but he feels odd about leaving the Stand information by itself even if the place is abandoned, and he’d like to fix a few things like doors and locks if only as a meditation-like activity. He’s had practice carrying around his life in a duffel lately, and to be honest he kind of misses it. He’ll wait to start fixing things until after he reads the Stand information, though, since judging by recent events that actually is more than a little important. And he won’t fix anything too obvious—including the windows, unfortunately. No reason to give people the idea to start poking around.
They start walking back to the abandoned apartment building. Xander’s still on edge, which is why he jumps when Fitz taps him on the shoulder. “Did you see movement?” he asks, unusually serious, and in response Jojo slows his breathing until it’s steady, mindful, and reaches out with his mind.
“Whatever it is, it’s not alive. But that doesn’t mean that it can’t be a Stand,” he warns, when he’s fairly sure he’s not missing anything.
“There!” Darling calls, and they glance over in time to see a stone gargoyle duck into the shadows of a building.
Johan blinks. “Uh, Doctor, are Weeping Angels actually a thing?”
“You know that came in the form of a short story first,” Fitz lectures before sighing at the blank look. “Never mind. It’s good reading. I recommend it.”
He feels someone else approaching at a decent speed, only it feels like it’s up. It could maybe be a flying gargoyle, but he hadn’t sensed the other one, so if the Stand or witch or whatever is at all consistent, this means it’s someone else. He turns and looks up.
And blinks. (There’s a pun in there. Probably. But this isn’t the time.)
There’s a woman flying in on a metal hang glider. She’s much higher up than anyone just on a hang glider has a right to be. It’s really hard to get that lift (and now he’s got the slightest image of Joseph trying it, the big goofball), so she probably had to have jumped off the top of a building. Her blonde hair is cut short, regulation even, and the black leather looks like something someone in the army would wear on their days off (well, not that he’d really seen that from Riley, but Riley was kind of a stealth army man, so maybe that didn’t count?). The leather boots are seriously awesome. She has a sword, a metal pair of binoculars, and a pistol at her side and a sniper rifle at her back.
He points silently, just in case he might give away her position to the gargoyle (assuming she’s not controlling them, anyway) and watches Fitz’s jaw drop.
“That’s illegal,” Fitz mutters quietly, and at Johan’s questioning eyebrow elaborates in a whisper, “…This isn’t America. Gun rules are much more strict.”
Even as they watch, she glances in their direction and then in ease switches to one hand holding herself on the glider, the other pulling out the binoculars to get a better look at them. She’s supporting her whole weight on one hand. There’s something very familiar about her, but he can’t quite place it. She’s definitely not Buffy, who he’d recognize anywhere, anywhen. Is she a new Slayer, maybe? She doesn’t look familiar, but it’s not like he knows half the Slayers since he was in Africa, and they’d kept him out of Council affairs since he got back.
Johan waves cheerily.
“Jojo!” Fitz hisses, even as the blonde looks confused.
“What, she’s gonna see us anyway,” he points out reasonably. “We’re just standing in the middle of the street, in plain sight. It won’t mean much now if she’s an enemy, and if she’s a friend, this’ll tell her we’re at least friendly.”
“You’re still a lunatic,” he mutters, but there’s a grudging respect for the plan that honestly Xander had thought out for more than a few seconds.
She secures her binoculars at her side again and reaches back up to the glider, effortlessly turning it and pulling it into a dive towards them. They’ll meet her and figure out her intentions soon enough.
Jojo's Bizarre Adventure/Buffy the Vampire Slayer AU
Chapter Summary: Jojo, Fitz, and Thief Girl (Darling) meet back up again, discuss Stand Attacks, and then see something else bizarre.
Word Count: 1091
Rating: Gen
Note: HERE THERE PROBABLY BE BUFFY/JJBA SPOILERS.
Jojo feels a little worried when they finally find Darling emerging from the bathroom, tears in her eyes. “Are you all right?” he asks her, enveloping her in a hug, and his instincts are correct because while she flinches a little the way she hugs him back means she needed this more, for once.
“One of your relatives is in danger,” she manages, “…and he was gonna kill you both and I like you…” She bites her lip to stem the flow of words. “But I saved you, so no need to worry.”
“We fought a Stand User too.” Fitz looks worried, but Xander sees something different about her. She’s…stronger, in a word. Doesn’t look quite as scared. It’s strength in her eyes. “But good job.” An afterthought. Are all British people so socially inept? Johan rolls his eye.
“He turned Whisper against me,” she whispers, and the snake curls close to her shoulder as if to reassure, “…and Whisper’s been my only friend for so long, but it was okay, because I managed to fix it. Me.” She finally pushes him away, and her eyes are watery but still with this new confidence. Probably because she hadn’t managed anything like that before. She’d overcome her fear. Jojo remembers how liberating that can be.
“Thank you.” He gives her a honest smile and a thumb’s up, and she smiles, shy but genuine. Then he looks at Fitz. “And besides, my family, adopted or blood, are strong. I have to believe in them, right?”
Speedwagon should definitely smile more often, Johan thinks. It makes him look less like Giles and more like the younger person I’m pretty sure he is.
“You get another gold star,” he agrees.
“Yipee!” he yells and laughs at the way Fitz’s expression freezes. “You really need to loosen up.”
“Forgive me if I don’t fully trust your judgment there,” Fitz states sarcastically.
“As much fun as it is, I think I’ve had enough of the mall. What about you?” he asks, realizing that so far they’ve been lucky, but if they keep being attacked in a place with a lot of people, there are bound to be casualties.
“Let’s go!” the other two respond together.
Fitz is clearly a little impatient as Xander briefly gets sidetracked by buying a duffel and tools, but he feels odd about leaving the Stand information by itself even if the place is abandoned, and he’d like to fix a few things like doors and locks if only as a meditation-like activity. He’s had practice carrying around his life in a duffel lately, and to be honest he kind of misses it. He’ll wait to start fixing things until after he reads the Stand information, though, since judging by recent events that actually is more than a little important. And he won’t fix anything too obvious—including the windows, unfortunately. No reason to give people the idea to start poking around.
They start walking back to the abandoned apartment building. Xander’s still on edge, which is why he jumps when Fitz taps him on the shoulder. “Did you see movement?” he asks, unusually serious, and in response Jojo slows his breathing until it’s steady, mindful, and reaches out with his mind.
“Whatever it is, it’s not alive. But that doesn’t mean that it can’t be a Stand,” he warns, when he’s fairly sure he’s not missing anything.
“There!” Darling calls, and they glance over in time to see a stone gargoyle duck into the shadows of a building.
Johan blinks. “Uh, Doctor, are Weeping Angels actually a thing?”
“You know that came in the form of a short story first,” Fitz lectures before sighing at the blank look. “Never mind. It’s good reading. I recommend it.”
He feels someone else approaching at a decent speed, only it feels like it’s up. It could maybe be a flying gargoyle, but he hadn’t sensed the other one, so if the Stand or witch or whatever is at all consistent, this means it’s someone else. He turns and looks up.
And blinks. (There’s a pun in there. Probably. But this isn’t the time.)
There’s a woman flying in on a metal hang glider. She’s much higher up than anyone just on a hang glider has a right to be. It’s really hard to get that lift (and now he’s got the slightest image of Joseph trying it, the big goofball), so she probably had to have jumped off the top of a building. Her blonde hair is cut short, regulation even, and the black leather looks like something someone in the army would wear on their days off (well, not that he’d really seen that from Riley, but Riley was kind of a stealth army man, so maybe that didn’t count?). The leather boots are seriously awesome. She has a sword, a metal pair of binoculars, and a pistol at her side and a sniper rifle at her back.
He points silently, just in case he might give away her position to the gargoyle (assuming she’s not controlling them, anyway) and watches Fitz’s jaw drop.
“That’s illegal,” Fitz mutters quietly, and at Johan’s questioning eyebrow elaborates in a whisper, “…This isn’t America. Gun rules are much more strict.”
Even as they watch, she glances in their direction and then in ease switches to one hand holding herself on the glider, the other pulling out the binoculars to get a better look at them. She’s supporting her whole weight on one hand. There’s something very familiar about her, but he can’t quite place it. She’s definitely not Buffy, who he’d recognize anywhere, anywhen. Is she a new Slayer, maybe? She doesn’t look familiar, but it’s not like he knows half the Slayers since he was in Africa, and they’d kept him out of Council affairs since he got back.
Johan waves cheerily.
“Jojo!” Fitz hisses, even as the blonde looks confused.
“What, she’s gonna see us anyway,” he points out reasonably. “We’re just standing in the middle of the street, in plain sight. It won’t mean much now if she’s an enemy, and if she’s a friend, this’ll tell her we’re at least friendly.”
“You’re still a lunatic,” he mutters, but there’s a grudging respect for the plan that honestly Xander had thought out for more than a few seconds.
She secures her binoculars at her side again and reaches back up to the glider, effortlessly turning it and pulling it into a dive towards them. They’ll meet her and figure out her intentions soon enough.
