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She Sends Kisses	By : Prophecy Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > FemmeSlash - Female/Female > Buffy/Faith Views: 3032 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Part Ten: She Ain't Heavy..

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I head back to the cell and lay down on my bed. Can't stop my thoughts from turning, but it's hard to think when you're asleep. I stare at the underside of Faith's bunk for maybe an hour, forcing my mind to stay empty. It's so hard to stop thinking that I eventually resort to singing the alphabet backwards under my breath. Anything to keep my thoughts locked up.

At some point I doze off, but the unconsciousness isn't as helpful as I'd hoped it would be. I dream of stabbing Faith in the stomach, only this time she doesn't jump off the roof. She just looks at me sadly before I shove her off it myself.

I wake up in a cold sweat, my heart thumping in my ears. Something's not right. It's noisy, noisier than usual. The bulb in my cell is out, and it takes my eyes a minute to adjust to the lack of light, and then another minute to realize it's not just my bulb. I get to my feet quickly, moving forward quietly. I squint in the dark and move towards the screaming I hear down the corridor.

Being a Slayer does have certain advantages, like being able to make out shapes in the black that a normal person couldn't. There's a few other women moving around in the dark, and I press my body against the wall just in time to hear gunshots being fired eerily close by.

Before I can do anything, a body hits me like a ton of bricks and I cry out as I hit the ground on my back. Instinctively I grab at the woman, but she's not moving even a little, and something warm and wet and coppery-smelling leaks over my face. I let out a scream of my own and shove the corpse aside roughly, rolling onto my stomach.

More screams, and the noise gets closer. Everything is chaos, the dead woman's blood dripping down my face, and I shut my eyes, curling into the fetal position. Don't step on me, I pray. Nobody step on me down here, and nobody hurt me. I'll play dead, they'll think I'm a corpse, too, and whoever killed that woman will leave me alone.

I feel someone move beside me and then they grab my shoulders. Despite myself, I scream again but a hand clasps over my mouth quickly, silencing my cry.

"Buffy," Faith whispers harshly, her lips practically pressed against my ear. "Be quiet! Can you move? Nod yes or no." I nod. "Don't scream." I nod again, and she takes her hand off my mouth and even in the darkness I can see her eyes widen.

"Not mine," I whisper under my breath.

She looks relieved and gets onto her stomach, looking over at me and pointing towards the cell. Angry feet trample past us, and I hear her bite back a cry as she's stepped on, but she stays where she is, pressing me against the wall and using her body as a shield between me and the chaos.

I swallow hard and nod at her as she gestures again, and silently we pull ourselves along the concrete floor like infantrymen avoiding enemy fire. The rough stone scrapes my stomach, but I stay pressed as flat to the ground as I can.

The noise heightens, more gunshots sound, and every so often more warm, sticky stuff splashes on us, and I can't even let myself be honest about what it is. The smell of smoke curls around my head now, and I'm more terrified than I've ever been in my life.

"Hey!" someone cries, and grabs Faith by the hair, lifting her up. I duck my head and wrap my arms over the back of it, not wanting to feel her blood rain down on me, not being able to handle that.

I listen to Faith struggle for a minute before rolling to my side and kicking out at whoever's got a hold of her. The female guard goes down, her badge glinting slightly in the dark, and drops Faith, who hits the ground with a sickening thump.

"Faith!" I hiss, and she raises her head just a little, letting me know she's alive. She takes a deep breath before pushing herself forward again, her breathing labored. We slowly, silently make our way back to our cell, avoiding contact with several more corpses along the way, and a few bodies that weren't corpses yet, but probably would be soon. I count at least three guards, not including the one I kicked.

Faith points under the bed and I quickly slide back against the wall, making room for her. She slides in next to me and rolls onto her back, letting out a pained grunt and clutching her side. Blood stains her face, and at least some of it's hers, coming from her nose and a decent sized cut across her forehead.

My cheeks are wet with a mixture of blood and tears, and my entire body is soaked with perspiration. It's a few minutes of listening to the war zone outside before I turn my head slightly, still laying on my stomach, and whisper to her.

"What's happening?"

She doesn't answer, and when I look over, her eyes are closed. For a minute I think she's dead, she's dead and she's blocking my way out, and I panic at the thought of spending the night next to her dead body. But then she opens her eyes a little, swallowing hard.

"Bunch of girls.. jumped one of the guards.. the whole place went batshit," she says, her voice raspy, before closing her eyes again.

"Open your eyes," I whisper. She grunts in response. "You hit your head, if you go to sleep you're gonna die."

"Not gonna die.. wouldn't give you the satisfaction," she mumbles, and I see her body relax.

"No," I say, wincing in sympathy even as I poke my finger against her broken ribs.

She lets out a cry and curls onto her good side. "What the fuck, B?" she cries into the floor, holding her side tightly.

"I'm sorry," I say honestly. "Just trying to keep you awake."

"What do you even care?" she snaps crankily, but her voice is more scared than anything.

"You saved my life. I owe you."

She snorts a little, then winces as her nose lets down more blood. "Yeah, okay."

"I do!" I insist, and she opens her eyes to look at me. "And I always pay off my debts. So. You can't die 'til I've paid you back."

"I'm just tired," she mumbles. Just then, more gunshots are fired, and her eyes pop open. She rolls carefully onto her stomach next to me, and her body feels warm and comforting against mine. We both stare out the cell door, watching feet go back and forth and the occasional body falling. I finally let her sleep sometime around dawn, and I doze off as well, my cheeks still wet with tears, and the scent of her blood filling my nose.
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