Desotos, Spyders and Impalas
DISCLAIMER: See prologue...
The demon was called Dabbat. It was a snake. It was bigger than the Mayor. It also had a portal that was throwing out demonic minions all the time. They managed to beat it, but only just. Pippa had stabbed it with a broadsword and the blast from Dabbat’s destruction had thrown her through the air and into a wall, and she had a broken leg. Spike carried her out of the building, and the other girls and their Watchers made their way out leaning on each other, each sporting various bruises and assorted injuries. Pippa spent three days in the infirmary healing, and Rona, Shannon, Vi, Connor, Andrew and Matt never left her side. During this time, Spike had a furious argument with Buffy over why she had not sent any assistance to the hugely outnumbered squad. Almost immediately after Pippa was allowed to leave the infirmary, Spike took her and the other girls from the squad to one of the garages.
“I’m going to leave. You can come with me if you want. I don’t think Blondie’s running this show in the right way, and I don’t want you lot to get hurt.”
He opened the door to the Desoto.
Pippa was the first to get in the car. Next was Connor, and then Andrew and Matt and Vi and Rona and Shannon all jumped in in a rush. It was about then, as Sarge, Issa, Min and Jazzi backed away from the decision, that Xander appeared in the doorway, looking like he was going to dust Spike, with Pippa’s Slayer Journal in his hand*.
“YOU’RE LEAVING!” he yelled.
“Buffy was going to sacrifice my girls ‘for the greater good’.” He made little sarcastic air quotes as he said it.
“She said you never called for backup.” Xander said softly.
“We called for backup until Rona lost her voice. We never got it.”
Connor leant over Pippa and whacked the horn on the car, motioning at the line of Slayers filling up the entrance to the garage.
“Goddess… Spike, do you actually have seven kids in a car built for five?”
“Give me five to find Locke and get our stuff. You can move some of their bags into the Spyder.”
Ten minutes later, they were out on the open road, leaving the shell-shocked Scoobies behind. They would go down to Cardiff anyway, because they had heard of another organisation that fought the Supernatural down there. Torchwood, Spike said. They stopped at a small motel outside on the roadside that night, and Xander made his way into the local pub, to see if anything unusual was happening. A man was seated at the bar, nursing a drink.
“You from around here?” Xander enquired, almost ordering a beer, and then changing his mind as Neanderthal!Buffy appeared in his head.
“No.” The man said briefly, his American accent surprising Xander.
“Up for a visit, then?”
“What kind of work?”
Xander took another look at him.
The startled look on his new companion’s face confirmed everything.
“You’re a hunter. Pretty famous in our Slayer circles.”
“I’ve got demon in me. You probably know that.” Sam took another chug of his drink.
“Want to kill me now?”
“No.” said Xander, and grinned.
“Our head Watcher is a souled Vampire. We’re pretty tolerant on the demon front, and your premonitions could come in handy.”
Sam took another look at the man with the eyepatch.
“I have a car…” he said sceptically.
“Good. We need another vehicle. If you get a vision, do say. The girls would love it.”
For the first time since his brother left him, Sam Winchester smiled.
* Slayer Journal -- Like a Watchers Journal, just written by a Slayer.
A/N: WOOOOOT! First crossovers! Next Chapter -- More friends, Pippa gets part of her new surname.... and a Demigod and a Vampire meet in a bar (That sounds like the tstart of a bad joke!)