WEIRDNESS IN SEATTLE.
The First ‘Seattle Slayers’ Story by Dave Turner.
Disclaimer: I do not own BtVS, Supernatural or Frasier. I write these stories for fun not profit.
Crossover: Post Season 7 for BtVS, set post season 1, pre season 2 for Supernatural.
Spelling, Punctuation and Grammar: Written in glorious English, English! Mainly American idioms are used in this fic.
Timeline: Set over the Christmas/New Year period of 2006/7.
Words: Thirteen chapters of various lengths.
Warnings: Lesbian relationship, nothing graphic. Minor violence again nothing graphic.
Summery: Willow and Kennedy have set up home in Seattle prior to opening the ‘Slayer House’ in that city.
1: She must be a Witch!
Note; contains a minor Stargate SG1 xover.
Pulling up outside the pleasant two bedroom house in suburban Colorado Springs. Dean switching off the engine, Sam and he remained in the car and watched the house for a few minutes.
“That’s where my contact said she lives,” Dean nodded towards the non-descript little house.
“Your contact also said she was a witch,” Sam replied sceptically, “this looks a bit down market for a witch. If she is so all fire powerful wouldn’t she be living somewhere more…you know? More imposing?”
“Maybe,” Dean climbed out of the car and started walking towards the house.
Scrambling out of his side of the car Sam followed his older brother down the garden path; Dean sprang up the steps to the front door where he knocked loudly.
“Okay! Okay!” A muffled female voice came from inside the house, moments later the door was opened to reveal an attractive young African-American girl.
“Hey! What can I do for you guys?” The girl smiled appreciatively at the two young men on her door step.
Sam stepped in before his brother could make an inappropriate remark.
“Hi, I was wondering if you could help us we’re looking for a Ms Willow Rosenberg?” He smiled his most winning smile at the young woman.
The girl’s demeanour changed immediately, and not for the better, she stopped smiling and became defensive.
“What do you want with Willow?” a frown crossed her face, “I hope you’re not anymore of those ‘Black Hats’ that’ve been snooping ‘round?”
“No ma’am!” Sam replied quickly, “We’re not ‘Black Hats’.”
He cast his brother a puzzled look, ‘Black hats’?
“We have something for her,” he lied.
The girl took a pace towards them, Sam and Dean couldn’t help but take a pace back.
“What could you possibly have for Willow?” she asked placing her hands on her hips.
This was ridiculous, thought Dean, here they where two big tough demon hunters and they were being menaced by a little girl who hardly came up to his shoulder.
“Come on now sweetheart,” Sam spoke wearily and took a pace towards the girl, “do you or don’t you know where this Rosenberg woman is?”
“No!” snapped the girl not backing down from Dean for one second, “Now get off my property!” she pointed towards the road.
Sam wisely gave ground but Dean tried to stand his. The girl took another half-step towards Dean as he put up his hand to fend her off, He opened his mouth to speak but the burning pain in his arm robbed him of the power of speech. Sam watched in shock as the girl twisted his brother’s arm while forcing his hand back into a position it had never been designed to go into.
“Now!” the girl almost snarled, “You get off my property, and don’t you ever come back.” her voice was low and menacing.
Giving Dean a seemingly gentle shove, she sent him sprawling onto the front lawn. Before Sam could do or say anything the girl had gone back into the house and slammed the door.
“What did you do?” Sam demanded of his brother.
“I told you we were on to something!” Dean sat on the grass and nursed his shoulder, “Let’s see if the neighbours know anything.”
Pulling his brother to his feet Sam turned towards another house and headed towards the front door. One of these days his brother was surely going to get them both killed.
Rona picked up her phone and dialled a Cleveland number; she waited for her call to be answered.
“Hi, Vi? Good, it’s Rona in Colorado Springs…yeah great. Can you pass a message to Buffy for me?” Rona paused while Vi readied a pen and notebook, “I’ve just had a couple of creeps on my doorstep asking where Willow and Kennedy have gone. I didn’t like the look of them; my Spider Sense started to tingle…I think they might be gov’ment.”
Walking up to the house next door to the girl’s Sam rang the door bell. After a few minutes it was answered by a man in his late thirties. Sam thought he knew the type, ‘academic’; the distracted look, the glasses, it all gave it away.
“Good morning Sir I wonder if you can help me?” Sam smiled brightly, “I’m trying to contact a Willow Rosenberg I believe she used to live next door.” Sam noticed the man had become suddenly very alert at the mention of Willow Rosenberg’s name.
“What do you want with Ms Rosenberg’?” he wanted to know.
“I work for a law firm trying to track people down,” explained Sam with all the sincerity he could muster, “I have some news that may be to her advantage.”
“Ms Rosenberg left just before the Thanksgiving Holiday I don’t know where she and her partner went. If I were you, I’d stay away from them.” With that he shut the door in Sam’s face.
Daniel Jackson watched as the young man retreated to where an old black car was parked, he made a note of the licence number and then made a phone call.
“Sam? It’s Daniel…I don’t know if it means anything but there’s been a young guy asking about Willow Rosenberg…Yeah I got his licence plate number…could be he’s NID…”
Dean knocked on the door of the house on the opposite side of Rosenberg’s old house from the one Sam was checking out, a middle aged woman answered the door.
“Good morning ma’am I’m Deputy US Marshal Adams I wonder if you can help me?” Dean flashed the woman a fake Marshal’s badge.
“Pleased to help, if I can officer,” the woman ushered him into the house.
Ten minutes later Dean had a good idea where Willow Rosenberg had gone.
Agent Meadows watched the fake US Marshal walk to his car where there was another man waiting for him. She smiled to herself, it hadn’t been a very good fake badge; it might have fooled a civilian but not a trained agent like her. She punched in a number on her cell phone.
“Hi Field, just had Dean Winchester come here claiming to be a US Marshal.” She smiled at something Field said, “He was asking about Rosenberg of course,” nodding to her unseen fellow agent Meadows continued her report, “I told him he should try Seattle…Better get our assets up there ready to start phase two.” Again Meadows waited for Field to finish speaking before asking, “Do I need to stay here much longer? I mean our ‘friends’ in the basement are starting to get a bit ripe,” she listened to the reply, “okay, I’ll be outta here.”
Closing up her cell, Agent Meadows collected her few belongings before setting the timer on the bomb that would burn the house to the ground and destroy the bodies in the basement. Taking a last glance around the house, she walked out of the front door and headed towards where her car was hidden, she never looked back once; half an hour later the house exploded.
Dean and Sam drove out of Colorado Springs towards the Rockies.
“Seattle?” asked Sam with a sigh.
“That’s what the lady said,” Dean gripped the steering wheel so tight his knuckles turned white.
“You think she’s reliable?” Sam picked up a map and started to look for a route to take them to Seattle.
“I’ve seen her type a thousand times,” claimed Dean, “hasn’t got a life of their own so they stick their noses into other peoples. There’s always one in every street the trick is finding them,” he grinned at his brother.
“So what did she tell you?” studying the map Sam didn’t notice the twitch in Dean’s eye.
“This Willow Rosenberg is major league bad! Old Norma there,” Dean referred to the woman he’d spoken to, “was going on about the screaming and chanting in the middle of the night,” Dean nodded his head as if agreeing with himself. “Weird stuff happening all the time, the lesbian orgies,” for a moment Dean’s mind wondered off as if picturing the scene. “An’ something else about ‘Devil Sex-Monkeys’, but I couldn’t draw her out on that one!”
“My guy wasn’t much help,” admitted Sam, “but he did imply that we should stay away from her!”
“Yeah I got that too,” Dean nodded his head, “there’s girlfriend, and there was something about a baby as well.”
“You don’t think the kid could be a sacrifice do you?”
“Maybe, maybe not,” Dean shrugged his shoulders, “but I do know this Willow Rosenberg tried to destroy the world once, but some guy stopped her.”
“Obviously!” Sam scrutinized his map again, “Do you know how he did it?”
“Not exactly,” pulling the car out onto the Interstate Dean started to drive towards the mountains, “it had something to do with yellow crayons.”
“We’d better stop somewhere and get some supplies before we face this witch,” Sam folded away the map, “any idea what we’ll need?”
Dean thought for a minute, “Yellow crayons?” he smiled, “Well, it might be a good idea to check she’s actually a witch and not something else. Then we’d better try and find the best way of killing a witch.” Dean licked his lips in anticipation, “There should be something in Dad’s book.”
“Just a minute,” Sam remembered something, “that girl at the old Rosenberg place.”
“What about her?”
“She thought we were ‘Black Hats’, whatever they are. She said they’d been snooping ‘round. You think the Feds are on to them as well?”
“Could be little brother, we just better get to ‘em first!”
Three days later Dean and Sam drove into Seattle.
“What was wrong?” Willow asked as Kennedy sat down to join her for breakfast.
“Just another bathroom dispute,” Kennedy sighed wearily, “had to separate two of the girls before they killed each other…I wish Xander could’ve put in more bathrooms.”
“You’d think that two girls could share one bathroom,” Willow shook her head sadly as she placed a glass of juice in front of Kennedy, “I mean we manage.”
“That’s only because we love each other Willow, and we’re not teenage girls.” Kennedy smiled sympathetically at her girlfriend, “I think teenage girls are genetically incapable of sharing a bathroom with anyone.” She laughed resignedly, “Oh-well, soon be Christmas.”
“Yeah, we can have the place more or less to ourselves,” Willow sounded relieved, she wasn’t used to being responsible for half a dozen teenage girls, she’d be glad of the break.
“Aren’t all the girls going home for the holiday?” asked Kennedy as she started in on the ham and eggs Willow had cooked for her.
“Christina will be staying here; she’s nowhere else to go,” Willow looked sad for a moment.
“Yeah,” Kennedy agreed around a mouthful of ham, “we do seem to have more than our fair share of orphans in the ranks of the slayers.” Kennedy swallowed before continuing, “So, we’ll have to try and make things extra special, put on a proper Christmas for her.”
“What do you mean?” Willow sounded puzzled and suspicious.
“You know? Lots of food and fun,” she nodded her head eagerly agreeing with her own suggestion, “games and presents too.” Kennedy smiled happily.
“Okay, if you say so,” Willow on the other hand sounded a little doubtful.
“Oh, you’re not going to do the old; I’m Jewish I don’t do Christmas, thing are you?” Kennedy demanded indignantly. “You know I only spent a few Christmas’ in England but everybody celebrates it there. Doesn’t matter what you are; Jews, Muslims, Atheists they all have a good time; and aren’t you supposed to be a Wiccan?” Kennedy thought she’d come up with the perfect answer to Willow’s negative vibes, “That means you can celebrate the pagan mid-winter thing, I mean the whole thing was pagan before the Christians got their hands on it.”
Willow looked unsure of herself for a moment.
“Ha! Got you Willow Rosenberg,” giggled Kennedy seeing the confusion on Willow’s face, “I’ll call the store and order ‘Christmas’ this very morning!”
“Okay! Okay!” Willow threw up her hands in mock defeat, “I’m convinced, we’ll have a proper Christmas. But not a store bought one…we can’t afford it.”
“Sorry I got a bit carried away there.” Kennedy calmed down, “So what are you up to today?”
“I think it’s time we track down this Daphne Moon woman,” Willow referred to reports that there was a woman in Seattle who could genuinely predict the future; finding her was one of the reasons that Buffy had sent the two of them to Seattle.
“So how do you intend to find this mystery woman?” Kennedy still wasn’t totally convinced about all this ‘magic’ stuff that Willow found so important.
Her old Watcher had instilled a distrust of all things magic into Kennedy’s mind while she had been at school. But, it was important to Willow so Kennedy tried to be open minded about it, even though it all seemed a little ‘kooky’ to her.
“I’ve no idea,” sighed Willow as she started to clear away the breakfast things, “but I’m sure I’ll think of something.”