Disclaimer: Buffy, Kennedy and the scoobs belong to Joss Whedon, Fox and Mutant Enemy. The original characters Tey, Duncan and the story however belongs to me. You know the rest… Love/Sex Disclaimer: This story depicts a love/sexual relationship between two consenting adult women. If you are under 18 years of age or this type of story is illegal in the state or country in which you live, please do not read it. If depictions of this nature disturb you, you may wish to read something other than this story.
Summery: This is an alternative universe story where Kennedy is around the same age as Buffy and Willow. Anyway, she never went to Sunnydale and met up with Willow. Tara never died and her and Willow are very much an item. This story takes place a year after ‘Chosen’. But, instead of just Willow awaking all the slayers she had the help of her lover Tara. Anyway, the Scooby gang are now residing at the Cleveland Hellmouth fighting evil as usual. Oh, minus Buffy, Dawn and Xander who are on a mission in search of new slayers. (Insert author’s note: BTW, in this story werewolves aren’t the funky looking
thingy Oz was. My werewolves are 7ft tall, bipedal creatures that look more
wolf than human…) Kennedy Cole on the other hand, trained as an SIT until her 18th birthday. With the realization of having been passed up as a slayer she in turn enlisted into the Army. After serving four years in a CID company she was recruited into The Initiative by her father, Brigadier General Daniel Cole. Now with the rank of staff sergeant, Kennedy grew to become an outstanding operative. And soon became a valuable asset the group when she soon acquired her slayer powers. With a rocking career the slayer soon realized that her love life was a revolving door of conquests. Part of her longed for something more. And more came the day she met up with another staff sergeant during a routine mission of hers. An instant connection kindled something more and it soon turned to love. They were married shortly after and life was going great for them. Alas, fate stepped in and seventeen months later her partner is listed as a MIA. Believing otherwise Kennedy uses her Initiative’s resources to search for her and seven agonizing months later--this their story…
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Onto thee…
By
Mythe
A figure dressed head to toe in camouflaged, leapt over a fallen log only to rush through a wild, thicket of brambles. Armed with a HK MP5 submachine gun, the soldier skidded to a halt in a moonlit clearing. Embroidered on the name tape above the right breast pocket was the name Rayne and centered on the soldier’s collars was the ranking of staff sergeant. Bringing the weapon up to their eye level the sergeant fired a burst of rounds into a fleeing figure.
“Gotcha,” a feminine voice muttered when she heard a low growl of pain emitting from her target. With that her gray eyes narrowed and she charged after it. “Go! GO! Go!” she growled into the mini microphone that was attached to her lapel. “Rogers, Franks, Evens and Douglas, target heading due east--flank him.”
“Roger that sergeant,” a gruff voice belonging to Rogers replied into her ear. “Flanking him.”
“Roger that,” Douglas responded next, “Flanking him, sergeant.”
And just as the sergeant was ducking under a tree branch a MP5 was heard in the distance followed by a blood curdling scream. “Rogers… Douglas, over.”
“What the-” Rogers yelled, “Franks is down sergeant!”
“Goddamnittohell!” Sergeant Rayne muttered when she’d lost sight of her target, “Rogers, I’m on my way.”
“Roger that.”
She knew time was of the essence and was rushing toward the sounds of gunfire when a large, shadowy figure leapt out from the foliage. And just as Sergeant Rayne observed this it was too late. The beast was upon her in an instant. As it’s claws were ripping through her gear and into her flesh she heard her comrade’s desperate pleas.
“DIE you son of a b-” Rogers uttered out, “Sergeant, it’s damn trap!”
“Sergeant, we’re being surrounded over here!” Douglas roared next, “We’ve got to get the hell out of here!”
The sergeant was about to respond to them when she heard the low growl coming from her own attacker. With it’s jaws snapping and claws clawing she did her best to hold back the beast that was atop her. Considering that her foe was twice the size of her own short, athletic frame. Undaunted by this she needed her weapon, but it was discarded a few feet away. Might as well be a mile, she thought as pain raked her body. Her mind raced at the dire situation she was in. This isn’t what’s supposed to happen, she grumbled whilst amber eyes filled with hate stare down at her. And part of her wished that she was in the loving arms of her wife instead, but it seemed that death was her reward for taking this god forsaken mission in the moors of Northern England.
Just then the bloodcurdling screams from Rogers and Douglas brought her from the negative thoughts. With her comrades in arms dying in the distance her muscles were straining and roared out for her do something, anything. Amidst the chaos she reached over to a sheathed dagger that was strapped to her forearm and impaled it into the beast’s chest, but not before being bitten in the shoulder in the process. “Sonofabitch!”
After releasing a low growl in pain she shoved the mortally wounded beast off her. Climbing to unsteady feet the sergeant stared down at her foe with dread. As she watched the light in the beast’s amber eyes fading she realized that death was her constant companion. Again her mind flashed with the image of a dark haired beauty with a pair of soulful brown eyes that awaited her back home. Kennedy… All Sergeant Rayne needed to do now was get to the rally point and get the hell out of here. With that she twisted free her silver dagger and was about to retrieved her weapon when she heard low, throatily growls coming from the shadowed areas around her. And before she could even react to the threat a trio of beasts leapt out from their hiding place…
With that a lone gray eye snapped open. Sweat beaded off Sergeant Tey Rayne’s forehead and her breath was ragged. Her camouflage-less face was now tanned, a lone scar ran from her left brow and down along her cheek to end at her jaw line. With a shaky hand Tey ran a hand through her tasseled auburn hair and laid there on the smooth, cold concrete floor hoping that she’d wake from this horrid nightmare that was her life. But, no… She was naked and alone.
Her dreams tormented her sanity whilst the never-ending experiments on her body grew wary on her physically. Tey’s athletic body was lean and scarred. Lean from malnutrition due to the fact that her captor‘s choice of cuisine was ick factor 5 and not to mention that ones’ stomach can only handle so much gruel and stale bread. The scarring was from a failed escape attempt that left five guards fatally wounded and her with a loss of an eye and a four silver bullets scars, two to her right shoulder, one on her left thigh, and one in her lower torso area. It was a hellish experience that Tey wished she would’ve been one of the lucky ones that had died, but no. Fate had other, more agonizing things in store for her.
Such as pain, pain and more pain. How anyone could love pain was beyond her. She detested it with a passion. Silver wasn’t her friend she soon realized as it had seared at her flesh. Not even her growing healing abilities would fully mend them and that was why her captors had to finally removed them for fear of losing their valuable specimen. In the end however, there was dull ache from where the bullets once were that would forever remind her of her error.
Ignoring her aching body Tey lay there in her 8x10 concrete cell surrounded by concrete brick walls painted off white. Above her a was 50watt bulb now off, and in a far corner sat a stainless steel toilet with a sink attached to it. With her senses on overload she did her best to block her ever growing abilities, especially all the funky scents that were bombarding her nose from the open food slot on the steel door just to her right. And from what she could tell of the scents there were at least ten other captives on her cell block. No matter she never laid eyes on them, only heard their pleas for freedom and wails of pain.
With that Tey turned onto her side and curled herself into ball. Closing her eye to yet another agonizing day and imagined that she was in the loving arms of her mate. And as sleep overtook her she whispered, “Kennedy…”
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As a lone guard dressed in fatigues was passing by an alcove a dark clad figure seized him by the throat and dragged him into the shadows. The sound of a neck snapping was heard next then the dull thud of body hitting the ground. A figure soon emerged from the shadows to reveal Kennedy clad in black BDU’S. Black face paint covered the slayer’s face as she scanned her surroundings. Her shoulder length hair was pulled back into ponytail and atop her head was a black do rag. Her dark eyes narrowed upon observing large red letters signifying one that this was indeed D block. With a sly smirk she whispered into her mini microphone, “I’m here, Duncan.”
“Good,” a male voice replied into her hear, “Rayne’s in cell 4.”
“Cell 4,” Kennedy said with a nod, “Roger that.”
“I’m cutting the power in 3, 2, 1...”
With that the lights switched off.
Using her enhanced sight to peek around the corner Kennedy observed an empty hallway. Satisfied, she made her move and sought out cell 4. Her heart went aflutter when she caught the scent of her missing wife in the air. Focusing on her mission the slayer ignored the pleas from other cellmates and continued onward till she came to a halt at #4. After disabling the locking mechanism with a swift kick Kennedy slid open the door to reveal a naked form curled up in ball on the floor.
Tey swore she could smell her slayer. But shrugged it off as one of the many delusions that she’d experienced being here and mumbled, “Kennedy…”
The slayer rushed to her wife‘s side, “My god, Tey.”
Tey’s eyes fluttered open when she felt herself being cradled. “Kennedy?”
“Yeah, baby it’s me.” Kennedy replied as she was pulling out a poncho liner from her butt pack. She gave her missing wife a kiss on the forehead, then wrapped it around her body before gathering her up. “I’m taking you home.”
“Home?”
“Yeah, home.”
Nestled in the arms of her savior Tey realized that her nightmare was finally coming to an end.
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A hand snatched a vibrating cell phone up as it came to life on a nearby nightstand. With a sleepy voice Kennedy answered, “Cole, here.”
“Sleeping late, I see.”
Upon recognizing the husky voice on the other end the slayer’s eyes snapped open, “Uh… dad?” And carefully climbed out of bed as not to wake her wife then made her way into the bathroom. Glancing down at her watch which read 10:30AM, she replied with, “Yeah, kind of had a late night.”
“Uh huh.”
“What can I do for you dad?”
“Seems there was a incident at the Keno Research Center in Birmingham,” Gen. Cole said, “Initial reports say that four guards are DOA and specimen #25479’s now missing…”
“Is that so?”
“Know anything about it?”
“Nope.”
“I thought so.” chuckled the general. “So, how is she?”
“….”
“Kennedy?”
“She’s sleeping right now.”
“And?”
“She’s malnourished and has some bullet scars…” she said in a whisper. “The bastards cut my baby’s face…”
“God damn Keno Researchers!” Gen. Cole spat out, “Modern Mengele’s-” and just as he was about to ramble on he heard his daughter whimper. “Kennedy?”
“S-she,” the slayer‘s voice began to crack as she spoke, “lost an eye, dad.”
“Son of a bitch--they all need to burn in hell for this. Does Tey need medical attention? Because I get a MEDIVAC team out there in-”
“No,” she shook her head, “It’s all right. Duncan checked her out and gave her something for the pain.”
“…”
“Otherwise he gave her a green light physically. But I‘ll keep that in mind just in case, okay?”
“Ah, good then. Seems you’re in good hands with Duncan.”
“Yeah, Duncan’s been great.”
“And what about you darling?”
“I’m fine.”
“Uh huh. Kennedy…”
“Dad,” she spoke as a tear rolled down her cheek, “I’m just worried about her mental state. What if-”
“Kennedy, one can never tell with these things...”
“Yeah.”
“Let her adjust…”
“I know.”
“Tey’s a strong woman,” Gen. Cole added. “And you are too. You’re just like me--resilient, stubborn and hardheaded. So, with you by her side I don’t see why she couldn’t pull through this with flying colors. Just give her some time--you’ll see.”
“She certainly is.” Kennedy chuckled softly as she was wiping her face with the back of her hand. “I know and I will.”
“Besides, I know of a good therapist if need be.”
“I’ll keep that in mind, dad.”
“Well, I should go… Seems that I’ve got some loose strings to tie up here,” Gen. Cole said, adding. “Oh and Kennedy if you or Tey need anything don’t hesitate in calling me or your mother, okay?”
“I know,” the slayer nodded. “And thank you.”
“Your welcome.”
“Tell mom I love her.”
“I will as long as you tell that lovely lady of yours that she’s in our hearts and we‘re praying for her.”
“Sure thing. I love you dad.”
“I love you too Kennedy. Now get back to your wife like I know you want to.”
“I will,” Kennedy laughed softly, “Bye dad.”
“Bye kiddo.”
With that the slayer made her way back to the bed and stood at its edge watching her sleeping wife’s chest as it rose and fell from every breath she made. Kennedy couldn’t believe that the very person whom completed her so was finally laying before her now. Granted it took seven hellish months and far too many sleepless nights to do so, but Tey was back. And with a small smile sat the phone back on the nightstand then climbed back into bed. Again spooning herself against her wife Kennedy wrapped a protective arm around her waist before drifting off to sleep.
TBC