Moon Magic 4
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Rated: Teen
Faith/Snape -- HEY, Faith actually shows up this chapter.
Previous Chapters
Riley is sucked into a new universe, and not even Faith and Willow's attempts to save him can change the fact that this is one universe Riley does not want to get to know any better. No Riley bashing.
Rated: Teen
Faith/Snape -- HEY, Faith actually shows up this chapter.
Previous Chapters
Riley is sucked into a new universe, and not even Faith and Willow's attempts to save him can change the fact that this is one universe Riley does not want to get to know any better. No Riley bashing.
"You ready?" Faith asked as she slung a worn leather bad over her shoulder and leaned against the wall of the kitchen.
"Just let me…" Willow's voice faded to nothing as she dug through an impressive pile of odd bits on the table.
"I don't have room for any more sage or pig's tongue in my bag, so you bring it, you carry it," Faith warned.
"Right. Not a problem. But we should have the ingredients for a basic protection charm just in case."
"Willow," Buffy said, her voice tight and high.
"Relax, B. We'll bring the boy home," Faith assured her. The older slayer turned to her with eyes that looked a good century older than her actual age.
"Just…. Keep yourselves safe," Buffy finally managed. She turned and walked out of the room, but Faith knew from experience she'd be back in under five minutes if Willow didn't stop sitting on her tea leaves.
"Move it, sister. We have a soldier-boy to rescue," Faith said. She needed to get this show on the road before Buffy's anxiety and depression started pulling on her.
"Moving. Right," Willow said with one last desperate look at the table with the ingredients she'd be abandoning. "Probably won't need amethyst," she muttered as she picked up a purple rock.
"Hey, the gent-in-distress isn't getting any younger. Let's move it," Faith tried again. This time Willow put down the rock resolutely and returned to the chalk runes drawn on the wood floor.
"Xander is going to be really cranky about this. I think I scratched the floor."
"He'll live. So, get with the mojo." Willow nodded and set her mouth in a resolute line.
Faith had braced herself for the light and the wave that passed through her body like the ripple from an exploding ra'malki demon. Her feet left the ground and she found herself flying backwards from the epicenter of Willow's spell. Her instincts told her to brace for the kitchen wall, but she kept flying back farther and farther until she crashed into a bookcase.
A dozen books fell down, one sharp corner catching her on the top of her head.
"Fuck!" she snarled as she grabbed a knife from her ankle strap and considered her surroundings. The place was decorated in old-lady weirdness: frilly furniture with wood trim that had fancy carvings that would make Xander start muttering about grain and chisel techniques. Faith put out a hand to push herself up and one of the books that had fallen grew teeth and snapped at her.
"Shit. We aren't in Kansas anymore, Toto," she said to no one in particular as she jerked her hand back. The book wiggled forward, snapping at her again, and Faith drove her knife into it, pinning it closed with the blade even though it still shivered disconcertingly.
"Riley, my boy, what have you gotten yourself into?" Faith asked quietly as she got up. Almost immediately she spotted the knife lying in the middle of the room near the fancy sofa. She walked over and picked up the standard issue Army knife. Okay, so Riley'd been here and someone disarmed him. "Willow?" Faith called. No one answered.
Slowly, she circled the room: books, books, more books, scrolls with the strangest ramblings she'd ever seen, an enormous fireplace, a heavy door into an equally bedroom with a giant four-poster bed with green drapes. Faith ended up standing in the middle of the main room looking around. Not only was there no Riley, there wasn't any Willow or door out either.
"Great," Faith complained to the universe at large as she threw herself down on the couch. One stack of scrolls lay within easy reach, so she snagged the top one and started reading some really weird shit about brewing some potion that would probably make Willow get hot and steamy underpants. Yep, this was definitely a Willow kinda place, and right now, Faith really wouldn't mind having some magical backup because this was definitely a magical place. A portrait of a horse-faced woman frowned at her. Faith stuck out her tongue and watched the portrait's eyes go wide.
Faith was bored enough to consider ripping down bookcases looking for a hidden passage before a rumbling noise drew her attention. Hiding the military knife in the back of her jeans, Faith shed her jacket and tried for the harmless look as a section of solid stone slowly opened, revealing a door on the other side.
"Oh. I…" A petite, blonde woman stood at the door, hands nervously going from her throat to her long black robes. "I didn't realize Professor Snape had company. He offered to loan me his copy of 'Accio to Wingardium Leviosa.'" Something changed then because the nervous flutters vanished under a cold look. Faith straightened a little and shrugged as if it didn't matter to her. A casual hand on one hip gave her quick access to the knife as the woman moved into the room, black robes billowing around her and hiding who the hell knew how many weapons.
"Grab away," Faith said with a casual gesture toward the bookshelves.
"Are you a relative of Professor Snape?" the woman asked, her gray eyes narrowing. Yeah, this bitch had moves, Faith could tell just by looking at her.
Faith moved forward, exaggerating the roll of her hips as she bent her head down and considered the woman through her lashes.
"The professor and I are… old friends," she settled on. The look of suspicion vanished under wide-eyed shock. Okay, so the professor wasn't normally the kind to hire a prostitute, well, Faith didn't plan on playing the normal prostitute.
She moved to the side, slinking with a sensuality that made every muscle ripple, and with her cut off top, she knew that this woman could see them all.
"The professor promised to come back just as soon as he could, so if you want to wait for him, I wouldn't mind the extra… company." Faith played the part up a little, letting the tip of her tongue appear between her slightly parted lips, the whole time slinking closer to that exit. "I'm Faith," she purred. "And you are…"
"Professor Sinistra, Astronomy." The woman started to slowly blush.
"Professor Sinistra, Astronomy. That's a lot to scream in the throes of passion," Faith gave a roll of her hips. The woman could obviously be embarrassed, so embarrassment was what she would aim for. By the time she was done, Professor Sinistra, Astronomy would be too humiliated to even mention this little meeting.
"Aurora," the blonde breathed.
"Aurora," Faith repeated with a smile as she moved closer. The nervous fluttering with the hands was back.
"I can borrow that book later. Tell Severus… tell him… I'll talk to him later." The woman turned and fled in a swirl of robes. She moved so fast that Faith was caught off guard for a precious half second. She dove for the closing door just a fraction of a section too late and the heavy door slid past her grasping fingers to settle in place with a definitive thunk.
"Well fuck," Faith cursed as she considered the seemingly blank wall. "Well, it opened once, it's gotta open again," she muttered as she started feeling around the edges of the rocks looking for some mechanism that would let her out of this room. This rescue was definitely right off the rails. Next time, she was ignoring Giles with all his logical reasons, and Buffy could just rescue her own ex-boy-toy.
"Just let me…" Willow's voice faded to nothing as she dug through an impressive pile of odd bits on the table.
"I don't have room for any more sage or pig's tongue in my bag, so you bring it, you carry it," Faith warned.
"Right. Not a problem. But we should have the ingredients for a basic protection charm just in case."
"Willow," Buffy said, her voice tight and high.
"Relax, B. We'll bring the boy home," Faith assured her. The older slayer turned to her with eyes that looked a good century older than her actual age.
"Just…. Keep yourselves safe," Buffy finally managed. She turned and walked out of the room, but Faith knew from experience she'd be back in under five minutes if Willow didn't stop sitting on her tea leaves.
"Move it, sister. We have a soldier-boy to rescue," Faith said. She needed to get this show on the road before Buffy's anxiety and depression started pulling on her.
"Moving. Right," Willow said with one last desperate look at the table with the ingredients she'd be abandoning. "Probably won't need amethyst," she muttered as she picked up a purple rock.
"Hey, the gent-in-distress isn't getting any younger. Let's move it," Faith tried again. This time Willow put down the rock resolutely and returned to the chalk runes drawn on the wood floor.
"Xander is going to be really cranky about this. I think I scratched the floor."
"He'll live. So, get with the mojo." Willow nodded and set her mouth in a resolute line.
Faith had braced herself for the light and the wave that passed through her body like the ripple from an exploding ra'malki demon. Her feet left the ground and she found herself flying backwards from the epicenter of Willow's spell. Her instincts told her to brace for the kitchen wall, but she kept flying back farther and farther until she crashed into a bookcase.
A dozen books fell down, one sharp corner catching her on the top of her head.
"Fuck!" she snarled as she grabbed a knife from her ankle strap and considered her surroundings. The place was decorated in old-lady weirdness: frilly furniture with wood trim that had fancy carvings that would make Xander start muttering about grain and chisel techniques. Faith put out a hand to push herself up and one of the books that had fallen grew teeth and snapped at her.
"Shit. We aren't in Kansas anymore, Toto," she said to no one in particular as she jerked her hand back. The book wiggled forward, snapping at her again, and Faith drove her knife into it, pinning it closed with the blade even though it still shivered disconcertingly.
"Riley, my boy, what have you gotten yourself into?" Faith asked quietly as she got up. Almost immediately she spotted the knife lying in the middle of the room near the fancy sofa. She walked over and picked up the standard issue Army knife. Okay, so Riley'd been here and someone disarmed him. "Willow?" Faith called. No one answered.
Slowly, she circled the room: books, books, more books, scrolls with the strangest ramblings she'd ever seen, an enormous fireplace, a heavy door into an equally bedroom with a giant four-poster bed with green drapes. Faith ended up standing in the middle of the main room looking around. Not only was there no Riley, there wasn't any Willow or door out either.
"Great," Faith complained to the universe at large as she threw herself down on the couch. One stack of scrolls lay within easy reach, so she snagged the top one and started reading some really weird shit about brewing some potion that would probably make Willow get hot and steamy underpants. Yep, this was definitely a Willow kinda place, and right now, Faith really wouldn't mind having some magical backup because this was definitely a magical place. A portrait of a horse-faced woman frowned at her. Faith stuck out her tongue and watched the portrait's eyes go wide.
Faith was bored enough to consider ripping down bookcases looking for a hidden passage before a rumbling noise drew her attention. Hiding the military knife in the back of her jeans, Faith shed her jacket and tried for the harmless look as a section of solid stone slowly opened, revealing a door on the other side.
"Oh. I…" A petite, blonde woman stood at the door, hands nervously going from her throat to her long black robes. "I didn't realize Professor Snape had company. He offered to loan me his copy of 'Accio to Wingardium Leviosa.'" Something changed then because the nervous flutters vanished under a cold look. Faith straightened a little and shrugged as if it didn't matter to her. A casual hand on one hip gave her quick access to the knife as the woman moved into the room, black robes billowing around her and hiding who the hell knew how many weapons.
"Grab away," Faith said with a casual gesture toward the bookshelves.
"Are you a relative of Professor Snape?" the woman asked, her gray eyes narrowing. Yeah, this bitch had moves, Faith could tell just by looking at her.
Faith moved forward, exaggerating the roll of her hips as she bent her head down and considered the woman through her lashes.
"The professor and I are… old friends," she settled on. The look of suspicion vanished under wide-eyed shock. Okay, so the professor wasn't normally the kind to hire a prostitute, well, Faith didn't plan on playing the normal prostitute.
She moved to the side, slinking with a sensuality that made every muscle ripple, and with her cut off top, she knew that this woman could see them all.
"The professor promised to come back just as soon as he could, so if you want to wait for him, I wouldn't mind the extra… company." Faith played the part up a little, letting the tip of her tongue appear between her slightly parted lips, the whole time slinking closer to that exit. "I'm Faith," she purred. "And you are…"
"Professor Sinistra, Astronomy." The woman started to slowly blush.
"Professor Sinistra, Astronomy. That's a lot to scream in the throes of passion," Faith gave a roll of her hips. The woman could obviously be embarrassed, so embarrassment was what she would aim for. By the time she was done, Professor Sinistra, Astronomy would be too humiliated to even mention this little meeting.
"Aurora," the blonde breathed.
"Aurora," Faith repeated with a smile as she moved closer. The nervous fluttering with the hands was back.
"I can borrow that book later. Tell Severus… tell him… I'll talk to him later." The woman turned and fled in a swirl of robes. She moved so fast that Faith was caught off guard for a precious half second. She dove for the closing door just a fraction of a section too late and the heavy door slid past her grasping fingers to settle in place with a definitive thunk.
"Well fuck," Faith cursed as she considered the seemingly blank wall. "Well, it opened once, it's gotta open again," she muttered as she started feeling around the edges of the rocks looking for some mechanism that would let her out of this room. This rescue was definitely right off the rails. Next time, she was ignoring Giles with all his logical reasons, and Buffy could just rescue her own ex-boy-toy.
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Date: 2007-10-22 01:05 am (UTC)Two chapters in one day - is that a record for you?
Shakatany
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Date: 2007-10-22 01:09 am (UTC)And my own HP knowledge is shaky, so I'm relying on http://www.hp-lexicon.org/index-2.html
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Date: 2007-10-22 01:32 am (UTC)Shakatany
Love your icon!
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Date: 2007-10-22 05:32 am (UTC)Oh, I do like Faith, resourceful and shameless - good for her.
Now, was Riley awake enough to register all that? I have a picture of his sleepy frustration at realising Faith is there, but he can't communicate. I'm really enjoying this thing you have, at the moment, for Riley needing rescue. It's great fun.
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Date: 2007-10-23 07:46 pm (UTC)This is such a fun start!
I'm really enjoying this.
~Alice~
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Date: 2007-10-24 02:57 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-10-23 09:46 pm (UTC)Fabulous stuff! Snape is wonderful and poor old Riley. Looking forward to some Faith/Severus snark. :)
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Date: 2007-10-24 02:58 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-12-31 05:21 am (UTC)I love Sinistra's wide-eyed shock at the idea of SNAPE having a young...girlfriend, lover, whoever the hell that pretty thing in his chambers is!!! *gawks*
I'm so glad you didn't have Willow come along. I think it was a *huge* mistake for the show when they made her so super-powered. It ruins all plots, fanfic or episodic-why bother trying to do anything about anything, just have Willow charge in and rescue everybody in best deux ex machina style. It's too easy a solution-and frankly, not good for her as a person with power/addiction/intellectual snobbery/meddling issues to deal with. So, no Willow, good.
Plus, it's just nice to see a fic that doesn't bash Riley, for starters, and has a great Faith. Those two know each other well enough to have issues but to also see each other as natural allies in a strange world.
Pesti
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Date: 2007-12-31 04:55 pm (UTC)I can tell you now that Willow will not be showing up in this fic, although it would be fun to see her because Snape would not be all that awed, and his sharp tongue would inflict major damage on her authority-loving heart.
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Date: 2009-07-07 07:49 pm (UTC)Faith and Snape. Not a pairing I can imagine. Willing to suspend my disbelief though.
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Date: 2009-07-07 07:56 pm (UTC)Oh, and Experience Curve has a bit of Riley too. He and Buffy are dating when he vanishes, and it's the Spike and Xander to the rescue (along with Jim and Blair) but things go oh-so-wrong.
Come to think of it, I really like the boy.
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Date: 2009-07-08 12:49 am (UTC)I'll check out Experience Curve. Thanks.