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Dusting Duo

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This story is No. 1 in the series "May Any Power Protect You". You may wish to read the series introduction first.

Summary: Spike and Kimberly meet. The world will never be the same. 100 word drabbles.

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Television > Power RangersJadedFR181310,23925111,1057 Apr 1020 Apr 10Yes

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Author: Jaded
Story: Dusting Duo
Disclaimer: I do not own the fandoms here within. They are owned by Disney and Joss Whedon. I make no monetary profit. Though if someone were to give me Jason or Spike, I wouldn't be adverse...(cheeky grin)
Summary: Spike and Kimberly meet. The world will never be the same. 100 word drabbles.
A/N: I...do not know where this came from. All I know is I was watching Buffy, laughing at Spike, debating on going back into PR fanfic and boom! Dusting Duo was born. Should be easy and fairly quick. I doubt very much it will significantly impact my other work. :D

First Impressions
She was tiny. Five feet two, one hundred ten pounds and hair to her arse, she was smaller and daintier than even Buffy. Walking down the streets of Paris, obviously content from a really good meal, she seemed like easy pickings for the fledgling following her. Passing an alley, the vampire struck, dragging her into its semi-darkness.

When Spike had dropped into the alley, duster flaring around his superhuman body, he'd been expecting a terrified young Parisian being gnawed upon by a mindless newbie. What he found was a pissed off American kicking the fledgling's ass all over the alley.

Research
She'd watched her savior kill the creature who'd attacked her, saw him walk away after warning her to be more careful at night.

Then she'd gone home and Googled vampires. One site in particular had been immensely helpful, explaining the vampire lore and how to kill them.

By dusk the next day, she was ready. A cross given to her by her step-father went around her neck; two small silver daggers went into her boots. A hastily carved stake was in her pocket and another tucked into her belt.

She was a former ranger. She had to protect the innocent.

Second Impressions
He was patrolling when he saw her. Walking down the street and looking like she didn't have a care in the world, Spike had to wonder just what it was that made people completely forget lessons learned in the dead of night.

Then he saw the fledgling following her; saw the way she deliberately walked into a darkened area. Saw the hidden stake in her jeans and the glint of a cross on her neck. He didn't know if he should be impressed or horrified that she was hunting.

Then she successfully dusted the vamp and he had his answer.

Following
The first night of hunting turned into two, then three, then an entire week had gone by and she got six vampires. They went after prey and got a hunter instead.

She hadn't actively fought in years though and she was rusty. Cursing her foolishness, she was fully expecting to be killed when the vampire leaning over her suddenly stiffened and turned to dust.

Standing on a rooftop, crossbow in hand, was the man from the first night, who'd inadvertently set her on her path. She zeroed in on his weapon.

“Know where I can get one of those?”

First Meetings
“You shouldn't be outside at night, luv,” he told her once he'd gotten to the ground. She huffed.

“I had everything under control,” she insisted. He rolled his eyes. What was it about tiny American women and their ability to wander into supernatural trouble? Seriously?

“You've been following me.” It was a statement, not a question, but he nodded anyway.

“I don't trust you not to get yourself killed, fancy moves or not,” he told her bluntly.

“I can take care of myself,” she insisted.

“Sure you can.”

“I can!”

“Uh huh.”
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