Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer belongs to Joss Whedon, Supernatural belongs to Eric Kripke, and The Venture Bros. belongs to Jackson Publick and Doc Hammer
Author's Note: I wasn't sure which category I shoud classify the story, so if I did something wrong, please tell me.
The door crumbled under her weight, another little surprise that she found she was capable of doing. She didn’t know what was happening to her, but it had been going on for a while now. She thought she could hide it, but of course, her dad found out because of his own powers. He seemed to know what she was, but didn’t tell her. Instead, he did some magical thing that kept in control of her powers. But he was away on some superhero trip and the effects of his magic had worn off and here she was, using them again.
‘Block the door,’ was her next thought. She hadn’t actually meant to break it, but she didn’t have time to dwell on that. Some guy was chasing her and he didn’t seem friendly. If this were any other time, she’d think he was cute, but when he starts using his power to send knives her way, she figured he wasn’t a good guy.
She found one of the doctor’s worktables and gripped it. Any other time, she knew she wouldn’t have been able to move it, but since the spell was off of her, she didn’t even break a sweat. Backing away from the table, she took in her surroundings. This was his lab, but there was nothing in here that could help her. Her dad told her that Doctor Venture never really finished building things before moving on to something else.
“Triana,” a voice called from behind the moved table.
“No,” she whispered as she hid behind one of the doc’s larger inventions. She heard the table moving, knowing the guy, Sam he called himself, was using his powers to move it.
“We can end this now. It can be peaceful, like with your two friends,” he chuckled. He knew she was still hurting over that one.
Triana tensed at the mention of Dean and Hank. When Sam had shown up the first night, they tried to help her, but Sam killed them without batting an eyelash. They were just in the way of him getting to her. She knew she had to tell someone, but their dad wasn’t home and Brock couldn’t be reached. She left a message, but didn’t tell her what happened, exactly; just that something happened to the boys. She had basically barricaded herself in her house, but Sam hadn’t come back after the first night. She thought she was safe, but two nights later, here he was.
“I know you’re behind that thing,” Sam stated.
Taking a gulp, she stepped out from behind it and faced him. “Why are you doing this?”
“Because you’re special, like me, but a different kind of special,” he smirked. “And I can’t have your special friends coming here and taking you away.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she spat. She was telling the truth. Yes, she guessed she was special because of the things she could do, but she didn’t have any special friends that she knew of, because she’s certain they would have saved her by now, like Dean and Hank had tried to do.
Before Sam stepped any closer, the lab was glowing brightly from the flames coming from H.E.L.P.eR.
“Don’t worry, Triana, we’ll save you!” Dean Venture yelled over the flames. He, along with Hank, was standing behind their robot as it spewed flames at Sam.
“Aren’t you supposed to be dead?” Sam moved away from them. That damn robot was still throwing the fire.
“We wouldn’t be here now, would we? Duh!” Hank snorted. “Adults are weird.”
Using his powers, Sam threw the flames back at the robot. The thing rolled itself around the room, screaming in pain. For a robot, it was oddly human acting. He focused on the boys and walked toward them, but stopped when a man walked in behind him. He was huge, built like a tank. Blue jeans and a black shirt, donning a mullet of all things
“I’m gonna have to ask you to leave,” he said in a low voice.
“Or what?” Sam challenged. He could easily take this guy, but wanted to have some fun first.
“Things might get messy. No one messes with boys with me around,” he stepped in front of them to shield them.
“He’s here to get Triana,’ Dean corrected him. “And he asked why we aren’t dead? Brock, do you know what that means?”
“Uh,” Brock was struggling for an answer. “Boys, get Triana outta here.”
“Right, Brock!” Hank nodded. “But how?”
Using this distraction, Triana had found something heavy to use. Running toward Sam, who was still looking at Brock, Triana swung at his head. Sam went down and Triana ran towards Brock who put her behind him. The three ran out of the room, leaving Brock alone. Good, he didn’t have to worry about the kids getting hurt.
Running at him, Brock swung at his face. Sam went down again, not quite expecting the force of the punch. Brock bent down and picked Sam up, holding him over his head. He was ready to throw him, but Sam had had enough. Using his abilities, Sam threw Brock back. Sam landed on his feet, raising his hand, forcing Brock against the wall.
“Don’t fight it,” Sam told him. Brock was struggling against the invisible barrier, but Sam held strong. Sam thought he had finally won when Brock closed his eyes. After a few seconds, Brock’s eyes snapped opened and he screamed.
Sam’s hold faltered and he stared in disbelief as the man fought against him. “You can’t be serious.”
Brock managed to fall from the wall and landed, breathing hard from his struggle. He glared at Sam and was ready to run at him again when Sam ran for it. Someone who could fight against his powers was not someone he would right tonight. He’d have to come back with some others to help him.
Leaving the lab, Brock went searching for the kids. He found them in the kitchen, Dean and Hank trying to cheer her up.
“Boys, it’s time for bed,” his eyes never left Triana. Letting them leave, Brock sat across from Triana at the kitchen table.
“What do you know about the slayer?” he asked. At her silence, he told her about what he learned from his days in the military.
It was a few days later that a team had shown up looking for Triana. She sought them out when Brock told her about her destiny. The Council was eager to come pick her up. Her dad didn’t want to let her go, but he knew that since she now knew about her destiny, he could not keep her from it.
“I can’t believe this,” Triana shook her head.
“I’m sorry that it had to be this way, but the spell chose you for a reason,” Andrew spoke diplomatically. “Look at it this way, you get superpowers and can save the world.”
“Does she get an ARCHENEMY?” her father asked, loudly. Well, to her this was normal, but to Andrew, not so much.
He had looked a little confused at the question, and nodded his head. “Well, the slayers deal with a big bad every now and then, but they don’t come back.”
“Well, that’s too bad,” Dr. Orpheus stroked his chin. “I shall talk to the Guild for you, my dear and you shall have your enemy!”
“Don’t worry about that dad,” Triana sighed as she hugged her dad goodbye. “I’ll be back.”
I hate that I ended it so quickly, so maybe I will change that.