someday i will walk away
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Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Constantine|Hellblazer, follow up to right or wrong
Summary: Xander isn't playing by the rules, and he's here to make sure Buffy doesn't need to either.
Word Count: 795
Rating: Teen, with the warnings. because it wouldn't be constantine or hellblazer without the warnings
Warnings: mild gore, general warnings for Constantine
“You’re dead,” the woman states, and he shrugs, smug arrogance in his expression, picking up a stick from the ground casually.
He’s wearing the coat, if she looks too long at his left eye she’s pretty sure it’s gone, and his chest is bloody and she can actually see his heart beating, poking out of an exposed ribcage.
“Little magician’s trick. Little tip: don’t play poker with a con man.” He casually walks around them, the First Slayer turning to watch him carefully. “Seein’ as ya already talked to my Primal self, why don’t ya keep that up? Don’t need to solve this one with a scrap.”
He starts drawing what look like aimless patterns in the sand, sidestepping easily as the First Slayer tries to attack him without even looking up. Apparently, he’s drawn a circle around them when they weren’t paying attention, and she can’t get out. When she tests it with her foot, neither can Buffy.
Xander steps back, eyes his creation, and nods decisively. “Have a good chinwag, Buffy, Sineya. I’ll just be over there.” He waves vaguely, and Buffy turns to look and it’s recognizable as the cemetery Spike’s crypt is in, only when she looks back Xander’s gone, though she can hear faintly, “Gone again? I wish I were a wizard.”
That...was probably actually Xander, unlike some of the other versions of people she’s met. He’s got a bit of a flair for the dramatic, now. (Well, he had before, but now he really feels like he can indulge.)
The First Slayer’s glaring at her, but at least the murder attempts have kind of slowed down. It gives Buffy a chance to catch her breath, and the world isn’t shifting, so she can keep up there, too. “He seeks to control you,” she says, and she looks as surprised as Buffy does that she can understand. Probably part of the magic, although how the hell Xander can do that while they’re asleep or something is kind of unclear. He’d talked a big game about how he didn’t do too much magic, but when push came to shove he wasn’t actually the slacker, was he?
“You got that wrong. He doesn’t want to control me. He’s anti-control, actually.” She looks just as surprised she can understand the newer Slayer. Which is kind of surprising in itself, because half the time Giles can’t understand. That’s some powerful spell.
“He lies,” Sineya disagrees, certain enough—okay, yeah, she’s probably seen some, somehow.
“Not about that.” And that doesn’t get an argument, though Sineya looks a little frustrated, still.
Buffy sits, patting the ground next to her when the First Slayer just stares at her. “Look, we’re stuck in a desert and it’s hot. I don’t want to stand around like this.”
Eventually, cautiously, Sineya sits.
“Okay, here’s the thing: I’m not letting you kill me or my friends. They were helping me, and we wouldn’t have stopped Adam without them.” As expected, this angers Sineya.
“They were trespassing! Their lives are forfeit,” she hisses aggressively, but hey, at least they are talking.
“So? Is the world going to end from this? Because otherwise, I don’t see why it’s such a big deal.” Buffy was hoping at least for a little break, not all of this.
The First Slayer pauses, looking a little uncertain, before she continues. “We have already experienced too many violations, too many in our soul, seeking to control us. It is wrong.”
Oof, that sounds rough, and Buffy’s not sure she wants the details, but she very well might get them anyway. Because that sounds like one of those things that’s going to bite her in the butt if she tries just ignoring it. “Nobody on the Council even bothered to tell us you were here. I’m sorry about that, but I’m not going to apologize for saving the world.”
The First Slayer clenches her fists at the mention of the Council, but she actually smiles at the end. “As you shouldn’t,” she agrees fiercely.
They trade a smile, and that means that yet another one of Xander’s wild plans just might work out after all. “So, uh, think you can give me a few pointers? You’re my elder a bunch of times over, and I really should learn from you.”
Sineya looks touched—like she’d just been seen as a tool, for her whole life and after, like no one even bothered to treat her like she was human. Human-adjacent. Whatever Slayers were. She takes a deep breath and begins to speak—and sure, there’s a lot she won’t recognize straight out, but Buffy concentrates on carving every word into her memory.
Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Constantine|Hellblazer, follow up to right or wrong
Summary: Xander isn't playing by the rules, and he's here to make sure Buffy doesn't need to either.
Word Count: 795
Rating: Teen, with the warnings. because it wouldn't be constantine or hellblazer without the warnings
Warnings: mild gore, general warnings for Constantine
Buffy’s about to jump the First Slayer when Xander appears next to them out of nowhere.
“You’re dead,” the woman states, and he shrugs, smug arrogance in his expression, picking up a stick from the ground casually.
He’s wearing the coat, if she looks too long at his left eye she’s pretty sure it’s gone, and his chest is bloody and she can actually see his heart beating, poking out of an exposed ribcage.
“Little magician’s trick. Little tip: don’t play poker with a con man.” He casually walks around them, the First Slayer turning to watch him carefully. “Seein’ as ya already talked to my Primal self, why don’t ya keep that up? Don’t need to solve this one with a scrap.”
He starts drawing what look like aimless patterns in the sand, sidestepping easily as the First Slayer tries to attack him without even looking up. Apparently, he’s drawn a circle around them when they weren’t paying attention, and she can’t get out. When she tests it with her foot, neither can Buffy.
Xander steps back, eyes his creation, and nods decisively. “Have a good chinwag, Buffy, Sineya. I’ll just be over there.” He waves vaguely, and Buffy turns to look and it’s recognizable as the cemetery Spike’s crypt is in, only when she looks back Xander’s gone, though she can hear faintly, “Gone again? I wish I were a wizard.”
That...was probably actually Xander, unlike some of the other versions of people she’s met. He’s got a bit of a flair for the dramatic, now. (Well, he had before, but now he really feels like he can indulge.)
The First Slayer’s glaring at her, but at least the murder attempts have kind of slowed down. It gives Buffy a chance to catch her breath, and the world isn’t shifting, so she can keep up there, too. “He seeks to control you,” she says, and she looks as surprised as Buffy does that she can understand. Probably part of the magic, although how the hell Xander can do that while they’re asleep or something is kind of unclear. He’d talked a big game about how he didn’t do too much magic, but when push came to shove he wasn’t actually the slacker, was he?
“You got that wrong. He doesn’t want to control me. He’s anti-control, actually.” She looks just as surprised she can understand the newer Slayer. Which is kind of surprising in itself, because half the time Giles can’t understand. That’s some powerful spell.
“He lies,” Sineya disagrees, certain enough—okay, yeah, she’s probably seen some, somehow.
“Not about that.” And that doesn’t get an argument, though Sineya looks a little frustrated, still.
Buffy sits, patting the ground next to her when the First Slayer just stares at her. “Look, we’re stuck in a desert and it’s hot. I don’t want to stand around like this.”
Eventually, cautiously, Sineya sits.
“Okay, here’s the thing: I’m not letting you kill me or my friends. They were helping me, and we wouldn’t have stopped Adam without them.” As expected, this angers Sineya.
“They were trespassing! Their lives are forfeit,” she hisses aggressively, but hey, at least they are talking.
“So? Is the world going to end from this? Because otherwise, I don’t see why it’s such a big deal.” Buffy was hoping at least for a little break, not all of this.
The First Slayer pauses, looking a little uncertain, before she continues. “We have already experienced too many violations, too many in our soul, seeking to control us. It is wrong.”
Oof, that sounds rough, and Buffy’s not sure she wants the details, but she very well might get them anyway. Because that sounds like one of those things that’s going to bite her in the butt if she tries just ignoring it. “Nobody on the Council even bothered to tell us you were here. I’m sorry about that, but I’m not going to apologize for saving the world.”
The First Slayer clenches her fists at the mention of the Council, but she actually smiles at the end. “As you shouldn’t,” she agrees fiercely.
They trade a smile, and that means that yet another one of Xander’s wild plans just might work out after all. “So, uh, think you can give me a few pointers? You’re my elder a bunch of times over, and I really should learn from you.”
Sineya looks touched—like she’d just been seen as a tool, for her whole life and after, like no one even bothered to treat her like she was human. Human-adjacent. Whatever Slayers were. She takes a deep breath and begins to speak—and sure, there’s a lot she won’t recognize straight out, but Buffy concentrates on carving every word into her memory.
