Title: Consider This [A Warning]
Fandom: BtVS, La Femme Nikita
Characters: Buffy, Operations
Summary: "If you want to dance, Paul, come and do it yourself."
Length: 200 words
Prompt: 114 - dance
Disclaimer: I don't know you, you don't know me. Let's keep it that way.
Feedback: it's like air.
Author's Note: written for the livejournal community, tthdrabbles, 2012 Mod Birthday Event
Consider This [A Warning]
Buffy used the op's momentum to propel him into the growing mass of bodies. She didn't have time to gloat, however. There were many, many more of them than there were of her—but she only needed one of her, and they knew it.
Duck. Shift. Twist.
Buffy's elbow landed in woman's solar plexus. Guns were few and far between-too many friendlies-but sometimes someone got a clear target so she tried to keep the fighting close, intimate. The breath on her neck, the fingers on her arms...so warm and human. She kept reminding herself: Pull, don't rip. Break, don't crush. Dance don't fight.
They'd tried to lead her: Recruits first to slow her down. Ha! Then seasoned ops, and cold killers.
Down. Down. Down. Broken and hurting in new places, but all very alive. "Yay me," Buffy said, surveying the damage.
Movement caught her eye. She looked up at the Perch. Buffy picked her way among the operatives, kicking one or two who didn't know they were in over their heads, until she was at the central comm.
"Next time you want to dance, Paul, you come down here and do it yourself. Now give me back what's mine."