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This story is No. 1 in the series "Hyena Blues". You may wish to read the series introduction first.

Summary: Buffy hesitates - non-consensual/rape warning

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DC Universe > Surprise CrossovercmdruhuraFR215078,0004120115,38116 Jul 0826 May 14Yes

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Rating: R - Violent imagery
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the recognizable characters. I receive no profits from this. It is just for fun.
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Beta: Greywizard.
Summary: Buffy hesitates.


Jenny took another cleansing breath as she prepared to awaken Buffy. This was done as much for centering herself to do the sleep reversal spell as it was to steady her nerves. Aside from directly influencing Buffy’s mind, she knew there was no way that this was going to be easy, and she refused to manipulate the poor girl anymore than the Powers already were doing.

Finally, she was ready and proceeded to recite the revival spell.

Other than a soft glow around Buffy’s head, there was little immediate indication that the spell worked. Then, Buffy’s body shifted and stretched much like a cat. Her back arching as she rotated her head and reached out with her arms. All was done in a languid, relaxed manner.

“Buffy,” spoke Jenny softly from her position five feet away.

Buffy froze for a second, but then cautiously turned her head towards where the former Computer Teacher stood.

“Miss Calendar?” she asked questioningly. “What are you doing in my bedroom?”

“Wait a minute!” she continued before she got a response. “This isn’t my bedroom. Where are we? What’s going on?”

Buffy maneuvered herself into a sitting a position facing Jenny.

“Buffy, what’s the last thing you remember?” Jenny asked cautiously.

Buffy pondered the question then said, “Angel and I were at the Bronze and Darla was trying to shoot us. Then you showed up and zapped her with a taser. Then you threw something in my face . . . .”

“You put a spell on me!” Buffy shouted indignantly, though she remained seated on the bed.

“I did,” confessed Jenny. “But if you’ll let me, I’ll explain why.”

Buffy was puzzled. She was very angry at Miss Calendar but instead of dashing over and slamming her against the wall while demanding answers, she was just staying where she was.

“Explain!” she finally said.

“Firstly, you should know that this room is warded to prevent violence,” said Jenny, knowing truthfulness would help in the long run.

Buffy scowled but did not move from the bed.

“It was done so I would have the chance to explain everything in a calm environment.”

Buffy nodded curtly.

“The Powers That Be sent a messenger to me. He told me that recent events have placed you on a path to a new destiny.”

“Great!” interjected Buffy. “Wasn’t it enough for me to be Chosen as The Slayer? Now they want to mess up my life even more!”

“Actually,” said Jenny. “They want me to help save your life.”


Taking another calming breath, Jenny continued, “By secretly moving you away from The Hellmouth to a location where there is very little if any supernatural activity.”

“I don’t think my mom will go along with that,” said Buffy.

“That won’t be a problem, as she and most everyone else except Giles and Angel believe you’re dead.”

“WHAT?!?!?!?!” shouted Buffy, suddenly standing, but not moving from the side of the bed.

Jenny almost took a step back from the heat of Buffy’s shout and the shock of the fact that The Slayer had been able to move from the bed at all. The wards should have prevented the girl from getting up at all!

“The Powers decided it was the best way to protect you and your mother,” said Jenny quickly. “Your identity is not exactly a well kept secret from your enemies, as evidenced by Darla’s attack on you mother. With the demon world thinking that you’re dead and a new Slayer has been Called, there would be no reason to target your mother or to bother looking for you as you embark on the destiny the Powers have set for you.”

“By the way,” Jenny added. “Darla has been dealt with in such a way that is in keeping the punishment she deserves for that attack, as well as all the other atrocities she’s committed. She will never endanger anyone ever again and will suffer alone in the dark for eternity.”

The dangerous look in Buffy’s eyes only shifted slightly towards less than lethal levels upon hearing of Darla’s punishment. Jenny knew being thought dead by her mother and friends still had her incensed.

“What about the Council?” Buffy suddenly asked. “What part do they play in The Powers’ plan?”

“None,” replied Jenny. “The Powers believe they would only hinder your new destiny and have sent a new Guardian for The Hellmouth. Giles has been instructed to make the Council believe you are still in Sunnydale working in secret in order to protect your mother and friends. Angel will be more actively assisting the new Guardian in order to maintain that appearance.”

“I can’t believe Giles and Angel would go along with such a charade,” stated Buffy, her skepticism evident on her face.

“Buffy,” said Jenny sympathetically. “I don’t think they were given much choice in the matter. The Powers’ messenger was very insistent and, in fact, coerced my tribe into helping as well.”

“Tribe?” queried Buffy. “You don’t look Indian. So what are you? Apache? Sioux? Cherokee?”

“I’m Gypsy,” Jenny replied proudly, because even though she’d been cast out from her Tribe, they could not take that away from her. Not even the King of the Gypsies could do that. “It was my Tribe that cursed Angelus with the soul of Angel.”

Buffy’s eyebrows arched up at that statement.

Jenny continued before Buffy could ask, “I was sent to Sunnydale to keep an eye on Angel -- to ensure he still suffered for killing The Favored Child of my tribe.”

“Were you flirting with Giles just so you could get closer to Angel?”

“No!” said Jenny emphatically. “I’ll admit it would have made it easier to monitor him more thoroughly, but it would also put me at risk of him discovering that I was a Gypsy and connecting me to the Tribe that cursed him. I flirted with Rupert because I was attracted to him and hoped we could make each other’s lives less lonely. Not that it matters anymore once we get to our new home that not even he will know about.”

“Yeah, well as plans go, it’s not bad, but the Powers seemed to have forgotten one little detail,” growled out Buffy. “I won’t do it! And they can’t make me!”

“Buffy,” said Jenny quietly but firmly. “If you stay on The Hellmouth, you will die for real. Probably fairly soon.”

Buffy started at that but then resolve once more shown in her eyes.

“I’m The Slayer,” she stated. “Death is part of the package.”

Jenny could tell from her tone of voice that Buffy normally didn’t think about how short the lives of Slayers were, but was determined to use it if need be to fight against what was being done to her against her will.

Jenny then used the trump card that Whistler had given her.

“Does that include your child?”

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