crossoverfic | Ficlet- Strangers can become friends quickly

Strangers Can Become Friends Quickly

By: Mistress Titania

Disclaimer: I don’t own Primeval or Buffy the Vampire Slayer, just borrowing them for some fun.

Spoilers: Episodes 6 & 7 of Series Two for Primeval, Series finale of Buffy

Warnings: Het, char bashing (Helen Cutter), cracky goodness

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: 745

Pairing: Faith Lehane/Stephen Hart, past Stephen/Helen Cutter

Summary: Stephen gets a little unexpected help.

Note: I’m playing with ages just a little bit; Faith is only 24 in the story.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Stephen raced to the beach looking around for signs of the creature that had been released. He really hoped that he could put a stop to it before more people died. But he just wasn’t ready yet to trust that Lester really was on the right side. He heard the sounds of a struggle and started running towards the direction.

Stopping dead in the tracks Stephen could just stare in shock. There were three females who had just finished hog tying the creature without a scratch or hair out of place. Sensing that they were being watched the women looked over at Stephen.

“Hello there hot stuff. It is so sweet you tried to ride into our rescue but we are all modern chicks, we saved ourselves,” said a curvy brunette in black leather pants and white tank top.

“Who are you people?” asked Stephen getting suspicious now.

“Relax, dude, we were sent by a mutual friend to help you. I’m Faith and this creature really is the least of your worries. Trust me, your ex team is in major danger. Come on, the girls can do clean up, we need to get moving,” the woman grabbed Stephen and dragged him back to the vehicle. “Here, we need to go here, like now or your friends run the risk of death.”

“Just a minute! How do I know I can trust you?” demanded Stephen, just as the phone rang. Before he could answer it Faith ripped it out and crushed it beneath her boot.

“That was just going to be a phone call of mind games. And I have nothing to prove you should trust me. But do you really want to risk your ex teams life? Even if you’re all pissed at each other? I was told you were a good guy deep down but just a little naughty too. Which I like in my men,” said Faith leaning over to pinch Stephen’s ass before climbing into the vehicle.

Stephen just stared for a moment before getting in the car. It wasn’t like had much more to loose at this point.

“Oh and I expect hot sweaty sex for helping when this is all done and the world safe for puppies again.”

Stephen had to jerk the steering wheel to keep from hitting the stop sign.

Faith watched as the two men and one majorly clevaged female discussed what to do. She had to roll her eyes when she heard that it was decided one of them would have to be sacrificed to shut the door.

“Oh, just move!” snapped Faith pushing them out of her way.

With a couple of well placed kicks the door was firmly shut, the creatures now trapped inside.

“There, no need for any suicidal stupid heroic actions. Besides, Stephen, hot stuff, if your dead I can’t get laid by you. And you promised to by me a drink if we saved the world.”

Both men just stared at the strange short and powerful woman in front of them.

“Oh no you don’t bitch!” in an instant Faith had launched herself at Helen, who was no match for a pissed of slayer. “You’ve given my father enough trouble that he’s had to go back on the antacids again. No way in hell are you escaping this time.”

“Faith, dear, please stop choking the silly bint. She’s turning unflattering shades of blue,” came a male voice from behind them.

“Sure thing, G-man,” with that she released Helen who laid on the ground gasping for breath. “Move again and I’ll break both legs. So Daddy, does this count as an early Father’s Day present for you?”

Nick and Stephen turned to look to see who Faith was talking with. If maybe she had been working with Oliver after all. But behind them stood Lester and an older gentleman polishing his glasses nervously.

“Yes. Faith, this certainly counts as a proper Father’s Day gift,” answered Lester.

“He’s your father?” asked Stephen in shock.

“Yeah, so? Come on Stephen, I need a shower and so do you,” grabbing the surprised man by the arm Faith dragged him out of the building. She couldn’t resist kicking Helen in the ribs while walking by. “See ya latter Dad! Nice meeting you Nicky!”

Stephen went along with interesting young woman without a fight, much to the amusement of the other three men. Helen was to busy moaning in pain and trying to figure out an escape to really notice.