Aug 31, 2021 – Land of the Lost (FR-13)
Author: mmooch
Summary: Accidentally banished to Sakaar, Faith finds another just as broken as she is.
Crossover: MCU
Rating: FR-13
Word count: 616 (not intentional, I promise you, but it’s kinda cool)
Challenge: for the livejournal 2021 August Fic-a-Day Challenge
Timeline: season 4 for BtVS; vaguely pre-Thor: Ragnarök for MCU
A/N: Musie decided she wanted this to wrap up the month. I apologize in advance for the quality; I’m very tired and had a bad day at work.
Thanks: to the mods who take care of this challenge, the other writers who participate (and give me inspiration to continue) and the readers/reviewers who make it worthwhile.
Disclaimer: BtVS/AtS characters belong to Joss Whedon/Mutant Enemy. MCU characters belong to Marvel et al. I claim no rights to any copyrighted material. Please do not copy or take this story without my permission.
Buffy and Willow’s dorm room
Just as Buffy raced in to save Willow from the unhinged Faith, there was a flash of light which blinded her. When she finished blinking the spots away, she only saw Willow standing there. “What did you do?” Buffy asked warily, still remembering with horror, the spell that caused her to be engaged to Spike.
“I don’t know?” Willow cried out. “I just wanted her to get lost!”
Sighing, Buffy pulled on her arm and said, “C’mon, let’s go see Giles and see if he can figure this out.”
Sakaar
Landing in the heap of garbage didn’t surprise Faith, although she was mildly impressed with Red’s power growth while she was in a coma. The spaceships and stuff falling out of portals in the sky, on the other hand… “I don’t think I’m in Kansas anymore, Toto,” she murmured to herself.
A ship landed nearby and a swarm of what she assumed were aliens – or demons if this was a hell dimension – came out to surround her.
“Are you a fighter or food?” the lead one asked ominously.
“Guess you’ll just have to find out the hard way,” she answered, rolling her shoulders and neck in preparation for what was bound to be a battle to the death…hopefully theirs.
Had they been stupid like vampires and come at her one at a time, she might have stood a chance, but they overpowered her as a group until the leader shot an electric net over her. The taser-like effect caused her body to go into spasms and nearly lock up.
Her salvation came in the form of another ship sweeping into the area, mowing down the group with automatic weapons. A Xena-type chick came out, drinking heavily from a bottle. When the last couple survivors attempted to attack her, she threw them out of sight. Holy shit! How strong were the people on this dumpster?
The woman threw something at her, but she reached out and grabbed it before it could do whatever it was supposed to do. That made the woman’s eyebrows raise in surprise.
“Not that I don’t appreciate the assist, but I don’t like being controlled,” Faith drawled, taking a guess on what the button thing was.
They stood there in a silent standoff while the woman studied her for whatever reason. Finally, she tossed the bottle to Faith, who snatched it out of the air, smelled the alcohol in whatever it was and took a swig.
“C’mon, I could use a partner,” the woman said, turning back towards the ship.
“What should I call you?” Faith yelled, figuring that she’d break away once she learned more about the place she landed.
Hesitating for a moment, she looked over her shoulder and said, “Brunnhilde. But if anyone else asks, I’m Scrapper 142.”
A couple hours turned into months before Faith realized that she had the friendship she always dreamed of with Buffy with a fallen Asgardian Valkyrie. They both were broken in ways they could help each other heal.
When the Grandmaster tried to punish Brunn for not turning her in, Faith struck out viciously, seeing all the people who kept Buffy away from her when she fought him. Nobody was going to take Brunn away! She’d kill everyone who tried. Granted, once he was a bloody paste on the floor, nobody else dared go against her.
On a world where ‘might makes right’, she and Brunn were quickly established as the new rulers. Ones that actually cared for their people, rather than turning them into entertainment for a select few.
Years later, when Hulk landed in his broken ship, it was a very different Sakaar that greeted him.
A/N: Not entirely where I thought this would go, but I did intend on the pairing of Brunnhilde and Faith (whether it’s romantic or not).