Catherine Baclanova (russian_slayer) wrote in btvsal, @ 2011-01-27 15:09:00 |
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Scary Cat
Who: Catherine and Brandon
Where: Their Apartment
When: Monday, Around lunch, January 24
Well now. Brandon had been out most of the day, practicing and writing with Meeghan, and THOUGHT he was coming home to cuddle and... ok, probably do MORE... with Catherine. So... imagine his surprise when he walked in the door to their place... and saw a young teenaged girl laying, asleep, on their sofa. "Cat?" He asked, walking into the kitchen. "Do... Do I wanna know why there's a clearly jailbait girl laying on my couch?"
Catherine was actually in the kitchen cooking something for lunch. Keegan looked like she hadn't had a good meal in...forever, and Catherine was always hungry, anyways. (Blame that Slayer metabolism.) Plus, she was sure that Brandon wanted something when he got it. Turning from the spaghetti she was cooking, she looked at Brandon and said, "I kind of ran her over with my car. Figured I'd give her a place to crash in some sort of compensation."
"How... How do you KIND OF run someone over with your car? And... holy SHIT, is she ok?" Brandon asked, blinking, looking just a bit confused. What was UP with Catherine lately, anyway?
"I took her to a doctor and he checked her out fine," Catherine pointed out to him. She had taken him to one of the Slayer team doctors, actually. "She ran out in front of my car and she was lucky that I was able to stop as much as I could. She's only got a fractured knee and a sprained wrist." She turned back to what she was cooking. "She's a street kid, Brandon. I couldn't let her just go back out there. I think she's a prostitute."
Brandon looked back out at the girl, and had to stop himself from thinking 'well, she's cute enough to pull it off...' and shook his head, sighing. "Poor kid... she has no home? No place to go? What about her family?"
"I promised I wouldn't get in touch with them," Catherine said calmly. "I get the feeling they aren't much better." Deciding that the food was done, she turned off the burner. "I also get the feeling that she's not wanting to see someone, like...a pimp or whatever. Is that the right term?" She wasn't sure what the English version of the word was.
"Yeah. That's... that's the right term." He sighed, feeling a strong sense of pity for the kind of life the kid must be living. "What should we do? You think the Council would help her? Or will they only help with... supernatural stuff?"
She simply shrugged. "I am not sure, honestly," she admitted. "Maybe on a personal level, but as far as policy? I really don't know." After draining the spaghetti, she started to pull out some bowls for them to eat out of. "I'm right now just hoping that she'll stay here past the one night."
"As long as..." He tried to think of how to word it so he didn't sound like a dick. "As long as she doesn't try stealing our shit, or taking advantage of us... she can stay as long as you want her to."
"I already threatened to break her neck if she touched you," Catherine pointed out. "It was the first time she was semi-respectful, so I'm not too worried." She turned and looked at him. "I am keeping an eye on her, too, though."
"Me?" Brandon asked with a laugh. "She's a KID, Cat!" He started laughing, tears actually forming in his eyes at the thought that he'd touch a KID...
"Doesn't mean that she wouldn't try to go for you," Catherine pointed out simply. "You're very attractive and you know it. Plus, she was flirting with the doctor. I'm sure you wouldn't be the oldest that she'd been with."
"Ok, a valid point. Well... while she's a very pretty girl, she's FAR younger than I would be interested in." He replied, trying to be as logical to her as possible. "Besides... I have YOU. Kinda hard to be interested in anyone else."
She smiled at him. "Good point," she said, leaning forward and kissing him. "Figured I'd lay down a ground rule just the same. It's like, the one of two rules I got: don't touch you and don't steal my stuff."
"You know... you're kinda hot when you get all possessive..." Brandon grinned, clasping his hands behind her back. "And by kinda... I mean ABSOLUTELY."
Her grin got a little wider. "You know...I'm sure that we can just heat up this food later...and I'm pretty sure that she's sacked out for a few hours with the pain meds that the doctor gave her..."
He smirked then... as hell... it's not like they'd be corrupting the girl if she DID hear them, right? "I like the way you think, kiddo. Wanna go see how bad we can tire you out?"
"Hmm...that's a bet that I'm willing to take." Was it really a bet? Not exactly, but occasionally Catherine's English goes shitty when she gets horny, OK?