This is a derivative (aka transformative) work. All BtVS characters belong to or were created by Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, and the suits at Fox. Not sure who owns Glee - Ryan Murphy created it and Fox broadcasts it.Summary:
Brittany tells stories about a distant ancestress, Brigid the Dragon Hunter. Author's Note :
The original character Brigid is the result of my unpublished (anywhere) NaNoWriMo 2011 story. Brittany is going to be telling her story in the context of this crossover so it won't quite match the original. Or be as long.Author's Note :
The Prologue and first Brigid story immediately follows chapter 5 of "Are We There Yet". The others (2+) will occur over the course of the rest of the series.Word Count:
1,846 (1 of ?)
Frowning, Brittany looked around the table at her audience. She had the feeling that there was one person missing.
"Who's missing?" she mumbled to herself, quickly looking around the coffee shop for any strays.
"What?" Santana asked her. "I don't think we have room for anyone else, Brit." She waved at the people in their crowded corner booth.
"In my dreams there's one more," Brittany said, nodding to herself.
"Dreams?" Ms. Summers asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Brit has dreams," Santana said defensively. "True ones."
"I used to have dreams, scary ones, before I moved to Lima," Rachel blurted out, from next to Quinn. "Girls fighting yellow eyed monsters with sticks. I wrote an opera based on one of them once."
"Great," Quinn muttered, slumping tiredly back in her seat. "Who hasn't had dreams like that?" she asked bluntly. The only person to raise a hand was Kurt.
"Not me," he said primly. "Should I have?"
"No, you should be dream free," Ms. Summers told him, firmly. "But before we compare our mutual nightmares and discuss why we have them, I'd like to hear about Brittany's dream."
"It wasn't an exciting one," Brittany admitted. "Not like the vampire ones. I'd rather tell my story about Brigid."
"Brigid?" Rachel asked. Brittany wondered what Quinn then whispered in Rachel's ear to distract her. She didn't think they were friends. She was going to have to get Rachel alone and ask. Quinn was very tight lipped about her feelings about Rachel, considering how much she liked to bully her at school.
"Vampires?" Kurt said, gaping at her. Brittany winked at him. She couldn't help it, he looked adorable, in a boy kind of way, when he was confused.
"Human looking creatures with yellow eyes, ridged foreheads, and sharp teeth who drink blood, and not in a cuddly kind of way," Ms. Summer's friend Kennedy said in a bored voice, obviously repeating something she'd said many times before.
"Don't forget the out of style clothes," Ms. Summers added, causing her friend to groan.
"Only you, Boss," she said.
"So, vampires dress like our Miss Berry here?" Kurt asked with a laugh.
Brittany poked Santana, subtly pointing at Quinn squeezing Rachel's nearest shoulder, Rachel's surprise at the contact probably the only thing keeping her from responding with more than a glare. Santana snorted in amusement, whispering in Brittany's ear, "True love," she said, causing Brittany to giggle.
Ms. Summers tilted her head and looked at Rachel. "No. I don't think I've ever seen a vampire wear that particular combination of styles," she said. "Vampires aren't much for keeping with current fashions."
"I'm very fashionable," Rachel protested, shaking loose Quinn's hand.
"Berry, you aren't going to win that one," Santana said. "Even Juno there has better style than you."
"I never!" Rachel said, pouting.
"That explains so much," Quinn said, snidely.
"Ladies," Ms. Summers said, in a firm voice, stopping Rachel's reply in its tracks. "Save it for later. I want to hear about Brittany's dream and then she promised us a story. Go ahead," she said, nodding at Brittany.
"I've had it a couple times," Brittany said, shrugging. "We're all sitting around a huge bonfire in the desert telling stories. There's the Watcher-man." She pointed at Kurt. "The Mother," she then said, pointing at Quinn.
"Pregnant again?" Santana asked, laughing at Quinn's expression.
"No, she's holding a little girl, Beth I think," Brittany said. Ignoring Quinn's surprised gasp she continued. "The Singer keeps bursting into song," she said, pointing at Rachel. "She's kind of noisy, even in my dreams," Brittany added. This time it was Kurt who laughed, not quelled in the least by Rachel's glare. "The Indian Princess is doing her thing, like always," Brittany said, giving Santana a hug.
"Indian Princess?" Quinn said in clear disbelief, causing Santana to glare at her.
"Sounds about right," Kennedy said, though she didn't explain. "Who else was in your dream?"
"The Queen," Brittany said, pointing at Ms. Summers, causing Kennedy to burst into laughter, "and her champion," Brittany said, pointing at Kennedy and winking at the now blushing woman.
"What does that mean?" Ms. Summers asked.
Brittany shrugged. "It was just a dream," she said.
"What about you?" Santana asked Brittany softly.
"I'm the Storyteller, silly," Brittany said, smirking and giving her girlfriend a soft kiss.
"Brittany, you said someone was missing," Ms. Summers said. "That's all of us."
"No," Brittany said. "The Witch isn't here."
"What color hair does the witch have," Kennedy asked, going pale.
"Red, of course," Brittany said, smiling.
"Of course," Ms. Summers said, sighing and looking at Kennedy. "Have you had other dreams with all of us?"
"Yes," Brittany said. "Lots. There was that one time we were all visiting the elves out by Miller's Pond. And fighting those weird dragon things. But mostly like the first one - around a bonfire or at a party."
"Hmm…" Ms. Summers said. "I'd like to talk with you about your dreams, all of you, later," she said.
"Why," Quinn asked, her tone causing a shiver to run down Brittany's back. She hadn't heard that Quinn voice, the one she usually used to put Rachel in her place, in months.
"School councilor," Ms. Summers said, pointing at herself. "Teens with disturbing dreams," she said waving at them.
"Right!" Quinn said in disbelief. "I asked my sister about you last night," she said.
"And?" Ms Summers prompted.
"Before I tell you anything, I want to know what you're doing in Lima," Quinn said.
"We will have that discussion," she said. "But not today. Or here."
"Now," Quinn insisted.
"Q!" Santana said, leaning towards her, "give it a rest. It's none of your business."
"If she told you, she can tell me," Quinn growled.
Brittany sighed, looking across the table at Rachel and Kurt staring wide eyed at the confrontation. "I'm going to get another," she said, interrupting them and holding up her empty cup. "Anyone else want one? Come on San."
"You promised to go easy on her," Brittany said, as they waited for the barista, her cousin Ingrid, to make their drinks.
"But she's so easy, Brit," Santana said grumpily.
"We need her, she's part of the team," Brittany said. "She's one of us."
"Just because Summers said she knows the score about demons doesn't make her one of us," Santana protested.
"She will be," Brittany said quietly, knowing Santana would understand what she meant.
"Really?" Santana glanced back at the booth. "Her?"
"Yup," Brittany said. "And Rachel too," she added.
"Both of them?" Santana choked on her latte. "How?"
"Dream," Brittany said.
"Okay," Santana said, accepting her answer. "But what about you? Why those two and not you?" she asked in an unhappy whisper.
"Me too," Brittany said sadly, kissing her on her left cheek.
"Does Summers know you know?" Santana asked.
"Don't know," Brittany admitted. "But I don't think they know yet," she said smirking, knowing how much Santana liked to know things before Quinn.
"Good," Santana said, grinning. "Who's that for?" she asked, when Ingrid handed Brittany a second drink.
"For her," Brittany said, pointing at a petite redhead walking into the the coffee shop. Gesturing at Santana to follow her, she stepped in from of the woman. "This is for you," Brittany said, holding out a cup.
"Thank you, I think," the startled woman said.
"No worries," Brittany said, not reacting to Santana uncharacteristically wrapping an arm around her waist. The woman gave off a very faint buzz that was probably making her girlfriend feel protective, she decided. "Mint tea."
"Brit?" Santana whispered into her ear.
"The 'hot chicks with superpowers' are over there," Brittany said to the woman, still holding out the cup and pointing at their booth with her other cup filled hand. "We've been waiting for you."
"You have?" the woman said, cautiously taking the cup after a quick glance over at the booth. "You are?" she asked, gazing intently at them.
"Brittany Pierce," Brittany said, squeezing Santana's arm.
"Santana Lopez," Santana murmured in response.
"Of course you are," the woman said, shaking her head. "After you, ladies," she said.
Giving her a smile, Brittany turned and headed to the booth, pulling Santana with her.
"Willow?" Buffy looked up, startled, when her best friend appeared at their booth behind Brittany and Santana. "What are you doing here?"
"Had a meeting in Lima this afternoon," Willow said, her eyes widening visibly at the occupants of the booth. "Thought I'd see how you were doing before I headed back."
"Sue Sylvester?" Buffy asked, wincing.
"Yup," Willow said, nodding.
"Ribbit," Kennedy said, smirking.
"Did not!" Willow said, defensively. "We had a very productive meeting and came to a mutual agreement about her goals and ours."
"Darn," Buffy said, winking at her. "Care to join us?" Buffy asked. "Brittany was about to tell us about one of her ancestors, Brigid. She hunted dragons."
"Introductions first?" Willow said, sitting down between Buffy and Rachel. "I know who you all are, of course, but names to go with faces would be nice."
"I supposed we can do that," Buffy said. Going around the booth she reeled off their names - "Rachel Berry, Quinn Fabray, Kurt Hummel, Santana Lopez, Brittany Pierce, and you know Kennedy, your girlfriend."
"We broke up," Kennedy mumbled, looking down at the table.
"What?" Buffy looked back and forth between them, not sure she'd heard correctly. She'd thought they were just fighting, something they did on a regular basis.
"No we haven't," Willow protested, nervously sipping her tea.
"Which is it?" Buffy asked in a low voice, aware of their audience.
"Coach?" Santana said, raising her voice, "can you work out your girlfriend problems later? Please? Brit has dance in a couple hours. If you wants to hear about how Brigid got her powers, she needs to start now."
"Right, later," Buffy said, thankful for Santana's timely interruption. "Sorry Brittany, go ahead."
"Now that we're all here," Brittany started, looking them all in the eye to get them focused on her story, and not on Ms. Summers and her women and their problems, "this is the story of how Brigid the dragon hunter's daughter met her first elf and got her powers."
"Elves? Like Lord of the Ring elves?" Rachel asked.
"No, you hobbit reject," Santana said, "Keebler elves like you! Now hush and let Brit do her thing."
"Yes Santana," Rachel said. "Sorry Brittany."
"Berry! Zip it!" Santana said. "Or else."
"Sorry Brit, go ahead," Santana said sheepishly.
"As I was saying," Brittany said firmly. "The story of Brigid, and the elf, and how she got her slayer-like powers…"
"What's a slayer?" Buffy heard Rachel whisper to Quinn.
"I can't tell you right now!" Quinn muttered, "Now hush, I want to hear this."
"Sorry," Rachel whispered back, visibly wilting under Santana's glare.
Brittany sighed, shaking her head. They were worse than her younger cousins. She was just going to have to ignore them or she would never get started.
"There once was a girl, named Brigid, whose father was a famous dragon hunter," she began.