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What are we gonna do now?	By : norwalker Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > FemmeSlash - Female/Female > Buffy/Faith Views: 3568 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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What are we gonna do now?

Chapter 13

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Faith:

I’m lookin’ at B, with her face pale, her eyes swollen from cryin’, her shoulders slumped, and my heart is breakin’ for her. I hate this so much. I hate watching her be so miserable. I want to say “fuck it, lets motor”. My feet are itchin' to run outta here. Let someone else worry about it. But, I can’t. Not without at least tryin’. It’s too easy for me to run. I’ve done that lots. I gotta do somethin’. I hate it, but it’s my fault. If I hadn’t been so blind, if I had thought with my head instead of my gut, I woulda just passed on this whole thing in the first place. Now I’m afraid it’s gonna become somethin’ bad, somethin’ I’d be ashamed of. I can’t just walk away. If I could find somethin’, some proof, and get it to like G-man, or the Council, maybe I can make it up.

“Maybe * we * aren’t gonna do anything, B.” I tell her. “ Maybe you should stay out of this. Lemme handle this.”

“Like you’ve handled it so far?” B. replies, lookin’ around the room. Sigh.

“ Ok, I got mad… psycho, even. I…I … got cut off at the knees, B. It hurt, and I took it out on the furniture” I said

Then she touched her neck. I could see some bruising, fading but still visible. Oh.

“Am I part of the furniture, too, Faith? Cause that’s how I feel right now” B says, not happy at all.

“What are you talkin’ about, B?”

“You come home, you touch me, but you don’t share what’s happening with me. I’m not blind, Faith. I can see you’re hurting. But not until you went Nuclear, practically make this place look like the rummage sale from hell, that I can even get a clue.”

“It was secret, B. I couldn’t tell anybody”

“ Even from me? I … I thought we meant more than that. What, you expect me to go running through the streets shouting about it? Seems like you still don’t trust me. Guess I had that comin’, huh? I know I haven’t been there for ya in the past when you needed me, Faith. But I thought maybe we got past that?”

She’s not makin’ this easy

“B, that’s not it. I … I don’t want you involved cause I don’t want you hurt. I don’t know what or who I’m up against here. All I’ve got are suspicions, not much to go on. But it’s just too much for me to ignore. And getting the boot doesn’t make me less suspicious. But bringing you in won’t really help, don’t ya see? And it only gonna make you a target, too.”

“I guess it’s ‘cause I’m blonde, but I don’t get it, Faith. I love you. That means I share the bad with the good. Understand? That means if something’s comin’ for you, I stand by you. I don’t hide, I don’t run, I stand with you. Oh yeah, I so don’t want to have to do this again. Don’t get me wrong. I hate the idea of facing this crap again. But if someone, or thing, is gonna give you grief, they gotta see me first. Get it? I’m part of your life, like it or not.”

Did I mention she can be stubborn? And a bit of a hard head? No…well…she can be.

“ I don’t want you in this, B. What? If you get hurt, or…worse, think I can live with that?”

“ ‘N you think I’m gonna sit here and just let you risk your life? Yeah, what day is that gonna happen, Faith? Face it dimples, you’re stuck with me. You had to be so cute and sexy and make me love you, right? See what happens? I stick like glue!”

No fair, B. Pushing me around, and makin’ me love it

“ You’re gonna make my life miserable about this, aren’t you Blondie?” I say, but she knows she won. Again. Damn.

“You betcha, Dimples. You can bet that cute ass of yours I’m not letting you do this alone” She’s wearin’ that ‘don’t fuck with me’ face.

Did I mention she’s a pain in the ass, stubborn, maddening, crazy nut case? And that I love her to pieces?

“Fine, Twink, you’re in. Happy now?” Grrrrr. Why does she always have to win? And why do I love it when she does?“ Get this though. First sign of trouble and your gone, got it?”

“ And who’s gonna make me? You? Oh, puhleaaze. I’ve kicked your butt plenty. Think I can’t still do it?”

“Bring it, Blondie. Show me your stuff!”

“Yeah, your nuts, ya know? I just spent hours cleaning this place. No way I’m wrecking it, again.”

“I must be nuts, bringin’ you along”

“C’mon, dimples, ya need me” She grins, for the first time this morning.

Damn. She got me again. She’s right.

I need her.

More than air.

I need her.

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It’s night.

The night is cool, and dry. The moon is out, but is pale.

That’s ok, this isn’t exactly lover’s walk, anyway. This is the commercial district.

Run down, dirty. Lots of warehouses. You really don’t want to stop and chat with anyone you meet here. Not exactly the place to take your honey for a stroll.

Unless of course, you’re honey is a slayer… like you. And you’re not out strolling, but looking to break in to one of the warehouses.

Two figures , dressed in dark clothing to blend better, are walking down a side street. The dark haired one is in the lead, followed closely by the blonde. Both are moving with a liquid grace.

“Ok, Faith, I’ve been on some cheap dates before, but this takes it” Buffy quips, trying to break the tension.

Faith just looks back at her, giving her a “ knock it off ” look. They continue down the street ‘til they come to a fence.

“Ok, this is it” Faith says

Buffy starts to approach the fence, like she is going to climb it.

“B, No!” Faith holds her back. She bends, and picks up a piece of scrap wood, and touches it to the fence. Sparks happen.

“Wow, you guys are serious about not putting out the welcome mat, aren’t you?” Buffy says.

“Yeah, well…you know…not exactly wanting people to do the tourist thing here”

“ So, any ideas how we’re gonna get in?” Buffy asks. Faith seems to be moving down the fence, looking for something.

Buffy sizes up the fence. Hmmm… not any taller than the fence at Sunnydale High, really. Faith is still searching along the fence.

“Well, I guess if we can’t do it the climbing way” Buffy says, and then she jumps up, and over the fence, landing on the other side of the fence, “ I guess we gotta do it the slayer way.” Faith looks up and sees Buffy on the other side of the fence. Her eyebrows raise.

“Yes, there’s that way” She takes out a key card, and slips it through a hidden card reader “ Or, we could do it this way.” The gate clicks, unlocks and opens. She walks through, grinning. Buffy rolls her eyes.

“ You coulda told me” Buffy grins ruefully.

“Yeah, I coulda. But it’s fun watching you jump”

Buffy starts walking away, but Faith stops her.

“Hold on a sec, B.” Faith says, as she slides open a hidden panel. She punches in a code, and the red light switches to green. “There, that should keep the guards from breathing down our necks. Glad they hadn’t changed that yet”

They walk away. What they don’t see is that after 30 seconds, the light switches back to red

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They are heading for the warehouse door when a voice comes out of the darkness

“STOP!”

They freeze. Faith peers into the gloom, and her frown changes to a smile

“Hey, Tim, is that you?” Faith calls out.

“Ms. DeMarco? Is that you, ma’am?” The security guard answers

“You betcha. How’s that wife of yours doin’?” Faith asks

“She’s doing fine, Ms. DeMarco.”

“And Janet? No…Janelle…Did she get into that school she wanted?” Faith asks, solicitously.

“Yes, ma’am she surely did. Me and Marian are fit to bust with pride. Don’t know how we’re gonna swing it though” Tim replies.

Buffy is standing back, watching the exchange. She smiles, watching Faith with the guard. ‘Sometimes, she just amazes me’

“Well, Tim, you just come by the office. We’ll work something out. I’m sure we can find the money somewhere.”

“Thanks, Ms. DeMarco. I do appreciate that”

There is a pause, then the guard continues.

“Umm… ma’am? I heard you were …on leave. What’re you doing here?” Tim asks, feeling a bit bad having to.

“Oh, well, I needed to get a few things outta my office, Tim. Won’t be long, I promise” Faith smiles. She hopes she can bluff her way in.

“You know the rules, Ms. DeMarco. Unless you’re on the Active roster, you’re supposed to report in. I can’t just let you go in. Gotta call the desk. Sorry about that” Tim says. He starts to turn away to head towards the security booth.

“Tim?” Faith asks, and Tim turns back. “ I’m sorry, too” Faith punches him in the jaw, knocking him out. She ties his ankles with his belt, and uses his cuffs to handcuff him to a pipe. To Buffy she says “ I hated doing that. He’s a nice guy”

Buffy shrugs. Sometimes you got no choice. They make their way to the warehouse door, and go inside

Buffy is quite amazed by the insides. It looks nothing like a warehouse. It has been built into a training center, offices and various classrooms.

“Never woulda known from the outside” Buffy says, looking around.

“Yeah, kinda the point, remember, B?” Faith smirks a little.” C’mon, B. This way” Faith starts down a hallway.

“Where we going, anyway?” Buffy asks.

“ Cordy’s office. I figure maybe there is something there we can use. I know trying to access anything at Wolfram and Hart isn’t going to happen. But maybe she left some incriminating stuff around her office. Worth a shot, anyway” Faith replies.

They head down the halls, and are amazingly fortunate not to run into any guards. ‘Maybe a little too fortunate?’ Buffy thinks, but doesn’t say anything. Doesn’t want to jinx their luck.

They reach an office with the legend “ Cordelia Chase, Operations Liaison” on the door. Faith thinks a little bitterly ‘Pretty sure that’ll be changed to ‘Director’ any time now’. She tries the door, but it’s locked. Using a little slayer strength, she busts the lock, and they enter.

“That’s gonna be a little hard to explain” Buffy says, quietly

“Hopefully, we won’t have to” Faith replies, and starts looking around the office. She flips on a small desk lamp, and they start a search of the office.

After about 30 minutes, they are discouraged. Nothing. Not a scrap. Seems Cordelia has been very careful with her paper trail. They are about to turn on her computer, see if they have any luck there, when a voice interrupts them.

“What exactly are you doing?”

The slayers look up, and Cordelia and Angel are standing in the doorway, looking at them.

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“What exactly are you doing?” Cordelia asks the two slayers.

“ I told you , Faith. We should have just left Cordy’s birthday gift at the guard booth. But nooo, you had to surprise her huh?” Buffy bluffs.

“Nice try, Buffy. But since we both know my birthday isn’t for another three months, let’s just say I’m not buying that one” Cordy replies.

Angel speaks up. “ Faith, why are you in Cordelia’s office at this time of night. What exactly are you looking for?”

“Angel, I telling you, something is really wrong here. I’m looking for some proof, is all” Faith replies, a little desperately. “Whoever that is, it’s not Cordelia. And she is using you, both of us”

“And you’re here, Buffy, because… ?” Angel asks

“ I thought we were on a scavenger hunt, myself. Looking for a Bitch on Wheels. Oh… Hey, Cordy… wanna volunteer?”

“Ha-ha Buffy, still with the K-mart wit, are we? I mean, your clothes obviously still come from there” Cordelia retorts

“ I told her what’s going on, Angel” Faith replies.

“ You told her. About the operation. This was a secret, remember?” Angel shoots back.

“Right, but you let Cordelia in on the secret?” Faith retorts.

“ I trust Cordy, Faith.”

“ But, you don’ trust me? Gotcha”

“ I guess you were right, Cordy” Angels says, turning to Cordelia.

“ I really wish I hadn’t been” Cordelia replies, looking genuinely sorry.

“Right? Right about what?” Faith asks, getting irritated.

“I had to force it out of her, but Cordy has told me all about what you have been doing around here” Angel replies

“Doing around here?”

“ How you have been making changes, freezing her out of decisions, badmouthing her around to other people. I admit, I was surprised. But she said you would do anything to discredit her” Angel says, and looks at Faith pointedly. “ And well…here we all are”

“ She… said… that” Faith sputters. Her face has gone white, with little patches of red at her cheeks “ And…did she say why?”

“ I can’t believe it myself, Faith.” Angel says. “but with all that’s going on, she said jealousy”

Faith is fisting her hands, trying to keep from laying into Cordelia right here and now. But, it's Buffy, not Faith that speaks up.

“And you’re buying that, Angel?” Buffy says, arching her brow. “ Are you sure that is where the jealousy is coming from?”

Angel looks at Buffy, a little wounded. “ You know I want you to be happy, Buffy”

“ And so, you make Faith miserable? That’s really gonna make me happy?” Buffy retorts.

Angel clenches his jaw, and changes the course of the conversation

“Look, Faith, I’m sorry. But with all that’s been going on, and for breaching security with Buffy, and now this? I’m afraid I’m going to have to relieve you of any further duties on The Program. I’m really sorry, especially up until recently, you’ve been doing a great job. But, this can’t go on, and I can’t accept your actions. I will need your key card, and I must ask you to leave, immediately”

“Angel” Cordelia speaks up “ that’s really harsh. I don’t think that is necessary, do you? Faith has done good work here. There must be some way to work this out”

“Cordy” Angel starts, giving Faith a pointed look as if to say ‘even now she’s trying to cover your butt’, “ I just don’t see it.”

“Look, Angel. Why don’t you go and let us talk for awhile. I’m sure we can work out something here. I just don’t see how booting Faith from The Program is necessary”

“ Are you sure?” Angel asks

“Yes… go…we’ll make peace here” Cordy, all smiles, Ms. Reconciliation, assures him

“All right. Work it out, then.” Angel replies. With that, he turns and leaves. Cordy, back to the slayers, watches him go.

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Both slayers are a bit confused. They hadn’t expected that from Cordelia. Faith was still mistrusting, but she was willing to try at least.

“Look, Cordy…I…” but she is interrupted by a laugh from Cordelia. There is no humor or warmth in it.

Cordelia turns back towards the slayers, and any humanity in her face has dropped off like a cheap mask. Instead, her face is the picture of amused malice.

“You two are priceless” She starts. “ This couldn’t have gone better if I scripted it myself. Of course you’re fired Faith. Don’t get any stupid ideas we’re gonna work it out. Stupid bitch. I set a trap for you both, and you stepped in it like the dumb animals you are. You have been a thorn in my side since I ‘came back’ Faith, and now I have gotten rid of that thorn permanently.

“Yeah, you’re right Faith. I’m not the ‘Cordelia’ you know. She is long dead, brain dead since Jasmine rose. But she has a rather nice, healthy body, and I’m rather enjoying it. And I have Angel fooled, and frankly, that is my only concern. Any others that cause me trouble can be disposed of, as I see fit. Like you.

“Sure, I could’ve killed you. Like that,” She waves her hand at Faith, and Faith goes flying against the filing cabinet “or that” does the same to Buffy, who hits a wall. Both get up, but are a little stunned. “ Just a demonstration, so you don’t get any ideas of trying to fight me. Anyway, I could have killed you, thought about it, actually. But then I would’ve had to kill Buffy too, and that would’ve raised too many questions. So, I decided on this.

“Think anyone is going to believe you after tonight? Never mind rifling the office. I have the tapes of you breaking in. And decking that guard out by the security booth? Just another nice little piece of the pie. On top of that, I’ve already been spreading stories about you. Both of you. They make you look quite... demented? Well… anyway, at least bitter and vengeful. No one is going to believe you. So, I have you both gone, and no blood, no muss , no fuss. By the way, Buffy. Don’t bother going into the center tomorrow, except to pick up any personal items. Seems the council was already worried about you, and what with the little…tales I told them…you have been relieved of duty, permanently. Sorry about that, but that’s what you get for hanging out with her.

“ You think you’re going to fool Angel forever?” Faith snaps at her. “You might have him fooled right now, but he’s not an idiot, even if he is a vampire. He’ll figure it out” Buffy looks at Faith, not believing she is still defending Angel after all of this.

“ You moron. You still have no idea what you’re up against. You think The First was hard? What we have planned is going to make The First look like a picnic. We have plans for Angel. Where others made a mistake is trying to separate Angel from his soul. We plan on anchoring it permanently. But I have some of the best mystics and others working on corrupting his soul, too. Angel without a soul, Angelus, is not controllable. He is a wild card. But, Angel with a soul, but corrupted. Now, there’s a nice puppet. And he’ll be our puppet.

“My suggestion to you both? Take a nice vacation. Better yet, retire somewhere. Somewhere far where I won’t think about you. Just because I haven’t killed you now, doesn’t mean ‘accidents’ can’t happen. Don’t try anything stupid… we’ll be watching you. So, go away, fools, time to take you out… your done.” She turns to leave, then adds “ I’m sure I don’t need to escort you out.” With that, she leaves the office.

Both slayers are still smarting from their little “ body slam” provided by…that thing in Cordy’s body.

Faith turns to Buffy and starts to say “ Well, B. looks like we’re…” and she stops, seeing Buffy’s face. It's a set in a hard, determined look. Her eyes are blue-green… her slayer eyes. She has that “ you just fucked with the wrong slayer” look… something she hadn’t seen in awhile…and still could chill her

“ Screwed? I don’t think so. No two bit demon comes off to me like that. I’m gonna ram that little smirk of ‘hers’ down ‘her’ throat. ‘She’ wants a fight? ‘She’ aint seen a fight yet” Buffy mutters. “ They never learn. You don’t mess with me or mine”

She continues “ But, I think getting out of town for awhile isn’t a bad idea. I’ve just the place. How do you feel about Massachusetts?” Buffy asked, turning to Faith

“ This time of year? It’ll be colder than a Witch’s….” then it dawns on her. She smiles a little smile “ Ya know, I kinda miss Boston. Massachusetts sounds just fine.”

Both smile knowingly at each other, and leave the office.
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