Aug. 09 - The Morning After the Night Before
Title: The Morning After the Night Before
Author: 3am_moonlight
Crossover: BtVS / Marvel's Jessica Jones (MCU)
Rating: Gen / Teen, because it's Faith and Jessica.
Word Count: 1,058.
Timeline: Post-Chosen / M'sJJ - post-S01 finale (01x13 - 'Smile')
Disclaimer: The Buffyverse belongs to Joss and Jessica Jones belongs to Marvel.
Summary: It's the morning after and Faith wakes up alone in a strangers bed, which isn't nearly as fun as it should've been.
Author's Note: I ran out of time, so sorry about the rushed ending. Also, this follows ' Strength in Numbers'.
The next morning Faith was woken by the insistent ringing of her cell phone. Rather than open her eyes to the no doubt sunlit room she simply stretched out her arm towards the nightstand and the offending sound. Shortly after she was rewarded by silence after hitting the call button, a not-so-awake "Hello," and then she had Buffy's cheery voice in her ear.
"Good morning, sunshine! And how are you this lovely morning?"
Faith growled and got an amused laughter in return. "What time is it?"
"It's just after 8:30 in the morning. Where are you?"
She reluctantly opened her eyes and maneuvered into a sitting position, "Some chick's trashed apartm-". Faith abruptly stopped talked and just stared at the other half of the bed. It was empty. A quick looked around the room revealed a distinct lack of anyone other than herself. She deliberately slowed her breathing and listened carefully for anything in the next room and the nearby areas and got nothing. At least nothing she wanted to hear. "Fuck."
Buffy's concerned voice floated back to her from the forgotten phone in her hand, "Faith?".
"I met this chick in a bar last night. She was drinking to forget that she'd killed a man she claimed had the ability to control people by just talking to them. We got drunk and I followed her home. Nothing happened, don't know if she even considered why I came with her, but she's gone now." Faith got up from the bed and tried to get her shoes on one-handed. Sicking her feet into them were easy enough, but tying them was a lost cause.
"Okaaay..." The skepticism was mostly held back but the other Slayer clearly expected her to follow up her semi-ramble with more explanations. "She has left you alone in her own apartment, without telling you she was leaving? Isn't that supposed to be the other way? You leaving before your latest conquest wakes up?"
"Haha. Nothing happened. B, she was able to jump up onto a fire escape six feet above the ground. And she's not one of us because I can't sense the Essense in her, but there's *something* off about her."
The concern was back, "You think she's evil? Or do you think it's something else?"
That was the million dollar question, wasn't it? The less expensive question was how the fuck did she manage to get up off the bed, get dressed, and leave without her noticing? Even when drunk she slept lightly.
"Don't think she's evil. A drunk with anger management issues, but not evil." That was one of the few things she was certain about. Giving up on tying her shoes, for now, she grabbed her jacket off a nearby chair and walked back into the room she'd entered through last night. Yeah, it still looked like there'd been one hell of a fight there recently. "Huh".
"What? Did you find her?"
"No, but she claimed she was a P.I. yesterday and this apartment clearly doubles as an office for something called Alias Investigations." She'd had to read the name twice as she'd thought it read 'Angel Investigations' the first time and she had to give it a double take. There was a desk with a half-empty bottle of cheap whiskey on top, along with a mug, some paperwork, a laptop, and a charger. High up on the wall behind the desk was a row of bullet holes. Clearly, the alcohol abuse wasn't a new thing.
"Look, B, I'll check out what's going on here and try and find what's her name, and then I'll get back to you. Okay?"
"Wait! You slept in this woman's home, she confessed to killing someone, and you still don't know her name?" The amusement was back, but there was also a touch of 'only you get into situations like that'.
"Haha. I'll call you tonight at the latest." They exchanged quick goodbyes and Faith put the phone in her back pocket. After putting her jacket back on and tying her shoes now that her hands were finally free, she decided to take a look around. There wasn't much in there, and even less of personal value. Clothes, personal hygiene, loose paperwork regarding clients, random impersonal stuff, and the laptop. Chances were the latter was the only thing the other woman would miss, everything else was replaceable.
It reminded her harshly of her life before, except in her case everything was replaceable except her weapons. Laptops were not a big thing back in the 90's/early 00's. At least not the way they were now. If she was honest, the only thing she still really needed was her weapons. There was stuff she'd miss but it wouldn't change anything.
After a second pass of the apartment, she decided it was a bust and decided to see if there was someone she could ask about her sort-of host last night. The glass in the apartment door had been smashed, but for some unknown reason, the door had still been locked. Deciding to humor the crazy lady she locked it behind her by sticking her arm through the broken glass and locking it from the inside.
After three steps away from the door, another door opened on her left side and a black guy stepped out.
"What were you doing in Jessica's apartment?" The guy had stopped and partly blocked her way. But, hey, she had a name now.
"Jessica? Is that her name?"
"Jessica Jones. She owns Alias Investigations. Are you a client?" He didn't sound like he believed that for a second, but it seemed to be a probable option. Unless he thought she was with whoever had trashed the place.
"No," Faith replied. And then she decided to go for the truth, because why not? "I met her at a bar last night and followed her home. Only she was gone when I woke up." Take that however you want, she thought silently as she watched his eyes go wide and his mouth drop open.
"Do you know where she is? We didn't get to the part where we introduced ourselves."
"I'm Malcolm, Jessica's neighbor. She went to Hogarth's office for something."
A fast Q&A for an address and Faith was out the door. She needed to find Jessica and get some answers.
Author: 3am_moonlight
Crossover: BtVS / Marvel's Jessica Jones (MCU)
Rating: Gen / Teen, because it's Faith and Jessica.
Word Count: 1,058.
Timeline: Post-Chosen / M'sJJ - post-S01 finale (01x13 - 'Smile')
Disclaimer: The Buffyverse belongs to Joss and Jessica Jones belongs to Marvel.
Summary: It's the morning after and Faith wakes up alone in a strangers bed, which isn't nearly as fun as it should've been.
Author's Note: I ran out of time, so sorry about the rushed ending. Also, this follows ' Strength in Numbers'.
The next morning Faith was woken by the insistent ringing of her cell phone. Rather than open her eyes to the no doubt sunlit room she simply stretched out her arm towards the nightstand and the offending sound. Shortly after she was rewarded by silence after hitting the call button, a not-so-awake "Hello," and then she had Buffy's cheery voice in her ear.
"Good morning, sunshine! And how are you this lovely morning?"
Faith growled and got an amused laughter in return. "What time is it?"
"It's just after 8:30 in the morning. Where are you?"
She reluctantly opened her eyes and maneuvered into a sitting position, "Some chick's trashed apartm-". Faith abruptly stopped talked and just stared at the other half of the bed. It was empty. A quick looked around the room revealed a distinct lack of anyone other than herself. She deliberately slowed her breathing and listened carefully for anything in the next room and the nearby areas and got nothing. At least nothing she wanted to hear. "Fuck."
Buffy's concerned voice floated back to her from the forgotten phone in her hand, "Faith?".
"I met this chick in a bar last night. She was drinking to forget that she'd killed a man she claimed had the ability to control people by just talking to them. We got drunk and I followed her home. Nothing happened, don't know if she even considered why I came with her, but she's gone now." Faith got up from the bed and tried to get her shoes on one-handed. Sicking her feet into them were easy enough, but tying them was a lost cause.
"Okaaay..." The skepticism was mostly held back but the other Slayer clearly expected her to follow up her semi-ramble with more explanations. "She has left you alone in her own apartment, without telling you she was leaving? Isn't that supposed to be the other way? You leaving before your latest conquest wakes up?"
"Haha. Nothing happened. B, she was able to jump up onto a fire escape six feet above the ground. And she's not one of us because I can't sense the Essense in her, but there's *something* off about her."
The concern was back, "You think she's evil? Or do you think it's something else?"
That was the million dollar question, wasn't it? The less expensive question was how the fuck did she manage to get up off the bed, get dressed, and leave without her noticing? Even when drunk she slept lightly.
"Don't think she's evil. A drunk with anger management issues, but not evil." That was one of the few things she was certain about. Giving up on tying her shoes, for now, she grabbed her jacket off a nearby chair and walked back into the room she'd entered through last night. Yeah, it still looked like there'd been one hell of a fight there recently. "Huh".
"What? Did you find her?"
"No, but she claimed she was a P.I. yesterday and this apartment clearly doubles as an office for something called Alias Investigations." She'd had to read the name twice as she'd thought it read 'Angel Investigations' the first time and she had to give it a double take. There was a desk with a half-empty bottle of cheap whiskey on top, along with a mug, some paperwork, a laptop, and a charger. High up on the wall behind the desk was a row of bullet holes. Clearly, the alcohol abuse wasn't a new thing.
"Look, B, I'll check out what's going on here and try and find what's her name, and then I'll get back to you. Okay?"
"Wait! You slept in this woman's home, she confessed to killing someone, and you still don't know her name?" The amusement was back, but there was also a touch of 'only you get into situations like that'.
"Haha. I'll call you tonight at the latest." They exchanged quick goodbyes and Faith put the phone in her back pocket. After putting her jacket back on and tying her shoes now that her hands were finally free, she decided to take a look around. There wasn't much in there, and even less of personal value. Clothes, personal hygiene, loose paperwork regarding clients, random impersonal stuff, and the laptop. Chances were the latter was the only thing the other woman would miss, everything else was replaceable.
It reminded her harshly of her life before, except in her case everything was replaceable except her weapons. Laptops were not a big thing back in the 90's/early 00's. At least not the way they were now. If she was honest, the only thing she still really needed was her weapons. There was stuff she'd miss but it wouldn't change anything.
After a second pass of the apartment, she decided it was a bust and decided to see if there was someone she could ask about her sort-of host last night. The glass in the apartment door had been smashed, but for some unknown reason, the door had still been locked. Deciding to humor the crazy lady she locked it behind her by sticking her arm through the broken glass and locking it from the inside.
After three steps away from the door, another door opened on her left side and a black guy stepped out.
"What were you doing in Jessica's apartment?" The guy had stopped and partly blocked her way. But, hey, she had a name now.
"Jessica? Is that her name?"
"Jessica Jones. She owns Alias Investigations. Are you a client?" He didn't sound like he believed that for a second, but it seemed to be a probable option. Unless he thought she was with whoever had trashed the place.
"No," Faith replied. And then she decided to go for the truth, because why not? "I met her at a bar last night and followed her home. Only she was gone when I woke up." Take that however you want, she thought silently as she watched his eyes go wide and his mouth drop open.
"Do you know where she is? We didn't get to the part where we introduced ourselves."
"I'm Malcolm, Jessica's neighbor. She went to Hogarth's office for something."
A fast Q&A for an address and Faith was out the door. She needed to find Jessica and get some answers.