Aug. 27 - The Night After the Night Before
Title: The Night 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: 1,375.
Timeline: Post-Chosen / M'sJJ - post-S01 finale (01x13 - 'Smile')
Disclaimer: The Buffyverse belongs to Joss and Jessica Jones belongs to Marvel.
Summary: Faith finally tracks down Jessica and they talk superpowers and job offers.
Author's Note: Meh. This follows ' Strength in Numbers' and ' The Morning After the Night Before'.
Hours later and it was getting dark. A quick stop at Hogarth, Chao, and Benowitz looking for Jessica Jones had resulted in a verbal fight with Jeri Hogarth. All she got was that the lawyer would occasionally hire Jessica on a freelance basis to get dirt on people so she could up the odds of winning her cases. She also proved herself to be a first class bitch. Faith had cut her losses and simply left.
Her non-Slayer but super-powered target seemed to have vanished. Most of the daylight hours had been spent by dropping by the various watering holes in walking and running distance from the apartment she'd woken up in, but by nightfall she had nothing. It wasn't until it was nearly dark she spotted her sitting on a fire escape, drinking a bottle of cheap whiskey by the smell of it, and staring morosely at the burned out bar across the street. If she hadn't found her in another hour she would've just returned to the apartment and waited there. Common sense said she'd return home at some point.
Faith walked until she stood directly under the fire escape, at the same making sure Jessica was watching her, and then bent her knees a little and jumped straight up. A few seconds later she was sitting beside last night's drinking companion. "Any particular reason you're sitting up here drinking in the dark while watching a gutted bar?"
Faith's brown eyes met Jessica's hazel-green one across the small space. "I'm Faith, by the way."
"Jessica Jones," came the automatic but suspicious reply. Then she blinked and took another swing of the paper bag wrapped bottle. "You jumped up."
"So did you, last night." The dark-haired woman just looked back at her. "How long have you been able to do that?"
"Almost two decades." Interesting. Faith still couldn't feel the Slayer Essense even this close to the other woman and there didn't seem to be anything supernatural about her. Except for the part where she could jump over six feet straight up while drunk. It wasn't a feat most people could do while sober without there being something *extra* about them.
The timeframe didn't add up with the mass Calling of the Potentials back in 2003, as it had only been 12-13 years, not nearly 20. She could've been Chosen after B's second or third death, but that didn't add up either. Faith blinked. Hadn't someone told her B was Chosen back in 1996? It was 2016, that meant Buffy had been a Slayer for two decades. That should be a cause for celebration or commiseration or something. It was a thought for later when she wasn't trying to recruit a superstrong alcoholic.
Regardless, Jessica had said *almost* twenty years, that meant she'd gotten her powers after B. Probably after she herself was activated in '98. So, it had most likely happened between '99 and '01. Plenty of things had happened during that time.
"Any other special skills? Superhuman strength, particularly good senses? Anything like that?" Hey, maybe she'd even give an honest answer.
"I'm a lot stronger than normal people. Why do you ask? Do you have those abilities?"
A truth for a truth, or something like that. "Yes, superhuman strength and speed. Enhanced senses and some other stuff."
The suspicion was back in full force and she sat up straighter as she put down the bottle. Probably to keep her hands free in case she needed to defend herself. It was a wise move. "Where are you going with this? Who are you working for?"
"Just checking to see if you're like me or something else. If you're telling the truth then it doesn't add up with how I got mine, even if you do have some of the same nifty abilities." Faith gave the street below a slow scan for anything needing her attention, then made eye-contact with Jessica again. "And I work for the Sineya Council."
She kept a close eye on Jessica's face to see if the name was familiar to her at all, but the woman showed no recognition whatsoever. Probably a good thing, but she might need their protection now or at some other point if her trashed apartment was any indication. If she was willing to ask for help from near-strangers who stalked her for a day to ask very private questions about things that didn't really concern her.
"So," Faith continued, "Strength and speed, but no fancy senses. Anything else?"
Jessica rolled her eyes but replied a little sullenly. "I can run really fast for really long without getting tired. Like across New York, and a mile under four minutes." That was impressive, especially for someone who wasn't supernatural in any way. Slayers were even faster, but it could still come in really useful. Like in situations where their prey could sense anyone who wasn't entirely human. If she agreed then she could be the first wave in certain situations to give them a much-needed edge. Granted, of course, she was more difficult to damage than your average person.
"I heal really fast, too. Scratches and small wounds in a few hours, broken ribs in a day or so. And I can sort of fly. Or it's more jumping high in the air and then controlling the fall. My best friend insists it's some kind of flying."
Faith nodded. It was a lot like her powers, except for the interference by the PTB by way of Dreams. Slayers couldn't fly, but they could jump really high even if they couldn't control the fall the way Jessica apparently could. It might be something for her and B to try out sometime when they had a few hours to kill by themselves.
"I don't suppose you'd be interested in a new job? Full or part-time, we're not choosey." Jessica just stared at her again, so she added. "We have a lot of people with a similar skill set to yours, they're like me, but we can always use more." That was the first option, making her a personal ally and possibly an ally to the Council would be a close second.
Faith fished out her card from an inner pocket and handed it over. "You don't have to decide right now, but think about it. Call if you want to have a show and tell about what we do, and I'll set up a meeting." A thought occurred to her and she said, "Give me the card again." She searched through her pockets for a small pen she knew was in one of them and when she finally located it she took the card back and scribbled her personal phone number on the back of it. The number printed on the card went to their switchboard and the wait could take some time if Faith was busy, or whoever was manning the phones was occupied with something else.
"You're fucking serious. You want to hire me for some organization. To do what exactly?" Well, at least she kept a somewhat open mind, even if Faith was pretty certain the card would end up in the nearest trash can as soon as she was out of sight.
"Um, classified I'm afraid. You need to sign shit to be told, but there is no binding contract for anything other than keeping your mouth shut about us and what we do." That part sucked, it would've been so much easier if she could've given an overview of the job description. Stupid maturity and responsibility. "If you're not interested all you have to do is say no and we'll respect that."
They would still keep an occasional eye on her, just in case. But they wouldn't interfere unless it was absolutely necessary. Freedom of choice and all that shit.
Faith rose enough to jump back down to the street. "You're not going to force me or blackmail me or whatever?"
"Nope. It's your choice." Then she smirked, "Give me a call if you want the meeting, or if you just want to try sparring with me. I'm definitely up for that." She jumped down and landed softly on the tarmac before she strode off in the same direction she'd arrived from.
Author: 3am_moonlight
Crossover: BtVS / Marvel's Jessica Jones (MCU)
Rating: Gen / Teen, because it's Faith and Jessica.
Word Count: 1,375.
Timeline: Post-Chosen / M'sJJ - post-S01 finale (01x13 - 'Smile')
Disclaimer: The Buffyverse belongs to Joss and Jessica Jones belongs to Marvel.
Summary: Faith finally tracks down Jessica and they talk superpowers and job offers.
Author's Note: Meh. This follows ' Strength in Numbers' and ' The Morning After the Night Before'.
Hours later and it was getting dark. A quick stop at Hogarth, Chao, and Benowitz looking for Jessica Jones had resulted in a verbal fight with Jeri Hogarth. All she got was that the lawyer would occasionally hire Jessica on a freelance basis to get dirt on people so she could up the odds of winning her cases. She also proved herself to be a first class bitch. Faith had cut her losses and simply left.
Her non-Slayer but super-powered target seemed to have vanished. Most of the daylight hours had been spent by dropping by the various watering holes in walking and running distance from the apartment she'd woken up in, but by nightfall she had nothing. It wasn't until it was nearly dark she spotted her sitting on a fire escape, drinking a bottle of cheap whiskey by the smell of it, and staring morosely at the burned out bar across the street. If she hadn't found her in another hour she would've just returned to the apartment and waited there. Common sense said she'd return home at some point.
Faith walked until she stood directly under the fire escape, at the same making sure Jessica was watching her, and then bent her knees a little and jumped straight up. A few seconds later she was sitting beside last night's drinking companion. "Any particular reason you're sitting up here drinking in the dark while watching a gutted bar?"
Faith's brown eyes met Jessica's hazel-green one across the small space. "I'm Faith, by the way."
"Jessica Jones," came the automatic but suspicious reply. Then she blinked and took another swing of the paper bag wrapped bottle. "You jumped up."
"So did you, last night." The dark-haired woman just looked back at her. "How long have you been able to do that?"
"Almost two decades." Interesting. Faith still couldn't feel the Slayer Essense even this close to the other woman and there didn't seem to be anything supernatural about her. Except for the part where she could jump over six feet straight up while drunk. It wasn't a feat most people could do while sober without there being something *extra* about them.
The timeframe didn't add up with the mass Calling of the Potentials back in 2003, as it had only been 12-13 years, not nearly 20. She could've been Chosen after B's second or third death, but that didn't add up either. Faith blinked. Hadn't someone told her B was Chosen back in 1996? It was 2016, that meant Buffy had been a Slayer for two decades. That should be a cause for celebration or commiseration or something. It was a thought for later when she wasn't trying to recruit a superstrong alcoholic.
Regardless, Jessica had said *almost* twenty years, that meant she'd gotten her powers after B. Probably after she herself was activated in '98. So, it had most likely happened between '99 and '01. Plenty of things had happened during that time.
"Any other special skills? Superhuman strength, particularly good senses? Anything like that?" Hey, maybe she'd even give an honest answer.
"I'm a lot stronger than normal people. Why do you ask? Do you have those abilities?"
A truth for a truth, or something like that. "Yes, superhuman strength and speed. Enhanced senses and some other stuff."
The suspicion was back in full force and she sat up straighter as she put down the bottle. Probably to keep her hands free in case she needed to defend herself. It was a wise move. "Where are you going with this? Who are you working for?"
"Just checking to see if you're like me or something else. If you're telling the truth then it doesn't add up with how I got mine, even if you do have some of the same nifty abilities." Faith gave the street below a slow scan for anything needing her attention, then made eye-contact with Jessica again. "And I work for the Sineya Council."
She kept a close eye on Jessica's face to see if the name was familiar to her at all, but the woman showed no recognition whatsoever. Probably a good thing, but she might need their protection now or at some other point if her trashed apartment was any indication. If she was willing to ask for help from near-strangers who stalked her for a day to ask very private questions about things that didn't really concern her.
"So," Faith continued, "Strength and speed, but no fancy senses. Anything else?"
Jessica rolled her eyes but replied a little sullenly. "I can run really fast for really long without getting tired. Like across New York, and a mile under four minutes." That was impressive, especially for someone who wasn't supernatural in any way. Slayers were even faster, but it could still come in really useful. Like in situations where their prey could sense anyone who wasn't entirely human. If she agreed then she could be the first wave in certain situations to give them a much-needed edge. Granted, of course, she was more difficult to damage than your average person.
"I heal really fast, too. Scratches and small wounds in a few hours, broken ribs in a day or so. And I can sort of fly. Or it's more jumping high in the air and then controlling the fall. My best friend insists it's some kind of flying."
Faith nodded. It was a lot like her powers, except for the interference by the PTB by way of Dreams. Slayers couldn't fly, but they could jump really high even if they couldn't control the fall the way Jessica apparently could. It might be something for her and B to try out sometime when they had a few hours to kill by themselves.
"I don't suppose you'd be interested in a new job? Full or part-time, we're not choosey." Jessica just stared at her again, so she added. "We have a lot of people with a similar skill set to yours, they're like me, but we can always use more." That was the first option, making her a personal ally and possibly an ally to the Council would be a close second.
Faith fished out her card from an inner pocket and handed it over. "You don't have to decide right now, but think about it. Call if you want to have a show and tell about what we do, and I'll set up a meeting." A thought occurred to her and she said, "Give me the card again." She searched through her pockets for a small pen she knew was in one of them and when she finally located it she took the card back and scribbled her personal phone number on the back of it. The number printed on the card went to their switchboard and the wait could take some time if Faith was busy, or whoever was manning the phones was occupied with something else.
"You're fucking serious. You want to hire me for some organization. To do what exactly?" Well, at least she kept a somewhat open mind, even if Faith was pretty certain the card would end up in the nearest trash can as soon as she was out of sight.
"Um, classified I'm afraid. You need to sign shit to be told, but there is no binding contract for anything other than keeping your mouth shut about us and what we do." That part sucked, it would've been so much easier if she could've given an overview of the job description. Stupid maturity and responsibility. "If you're not interested all you have to do is say no and we'll respect that."
They would still keep an occasional eye on her, just in case. But they wouldn't interfere unless it was absolutely necessary. Freedom of choice and all that shit.
Faith rose enough to jump back down to the street. "You're not going to force me or blackmail me or whatever?"
"Nope. It's your choice." Then she smirked, "Give me a call if you want the meeting, or if you just want to try sparring with me. I'm definitely up for that." She jumped down and landed softly on the tarmac before she strode off in the same direction she'd arrived from.