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Seasons of Faith	By : norwalker Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > FemmeSlash - Female/Female > Buffy/Faith Views: 4355 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Seasons of faith
Chapter 13
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Dawn Summers has one problem.
Ok, ok, she has lots of problems. She’s a fourteen year old girl. What fourteen year old, male of female, doesn’t think the world revolves around them, and there life is sooo terrible, and they have sooo many problems. Never mind raging hormones, trying to fit in so you’re not a geekazoid or some such. Combine that with a sister who is totally powerful, and kills monsters. And you happen to be a particularly bright and sensitive (though you cover with healthy doses of whining and practiced indifference). And everybody treats you like a KID…when you know of course you’re so totally grown up and mature. Take all that, add a temper, stubbornness, a head of chestnut brown hair, startling blue eyes, and a smile that goes on forever, and you have Dawn.
And Dawn has one big problem
“ I Hate you, Buffy Summers!!!!!” Dawn rights in her journal.” You think I’m just a kid. That I can’t do things. That I’m so totally clueless all the time. Well, I’m smart, you know! I know things. I can do things. But do you ever let me hang out with you, or your precious scoobies? No! Can I ever go patrolling with you? No! Can I even be let in on the new Big Bad in town? NO!! NO!! NO!! It’s always “ Sit down, Dawnie” or “ Don’t touch that Dawnie” or “ Be quiet, Dawnie” or “Get lost, Dawnie”. I swear, someday, Buffy, I’m so gonna make you pay for this. Someday, I’m gonna be the special one(well, more special than I already am) and you’re so gonna need me, and I’m gonna tell you to “ Go Away, Buffy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
“You think you’re so special, just because you got those powers. Well, take those away and what are you? Nothing Buffy. Nothing. Not even a college student, ‘cause you dropped out. And Faith’s a better slayer than you. Well, she’s definitely cooler than you. At least she tries to treat me like I exist. You, on the other hand, treat me like I’m nothing. And I hate you, hate you, hate you. And anyway, mom loves me best, so nyah-nyah Ms. Buffy “ I’m so great”Summers”.
“I mean, what’s being a slayer, anyway? How’s that so great? God, I get teased all the time at school about you. They like ask if it runs in the family, if I’m some kinda weirdo like my sister. God, that so sucks. And this gay thing. Damn, that’s like totally weird. And I get it all the time, especially in gym. Everyone avoids me, like I got some gay cooties or something, and they’ll be gay if they hang around me. So even the geeky losers won’t hang with me. Never mind the cool kids. And it’s ALL YOUR FAULT!!!!
Now, Willow and Tara…they’re totally cool. They’re witches. They can do spells and magic and stuff. They have real power. What do you have? Punches, kicks and some karate moves. Big whoop. I betcha Keanu Reeves could whoop your butt. I bet Keanu Reeves Grandma could kick your butt. I betcha if Faith weren’t so gaga over you, she’d kick your butt from here to France and back. And not break a sweat.”
“I tell you, Buffy “ The Chosen One” Summers, you’re nothing special Faith’s got everything you got, and is prettier, to boot. And don’t think I’m just some kid. I got my stuff. I got my secrets. One of these days I gonna pull it all out, and everyone’s gonna see who the real star is in the Summer’s Family. So there, you dumb Poopy head!!!!”
Ok, ok, before you get all to ragging on Dawn, she and Buffy just got done with another of their interminable fights. Buffy caught Dawn in her closet, and gave her hell. So , don’t be too hard on Dawnie.
And anyway, though she would endure Chinese water torture and bamboo shoots under the fingernails before she would admit it, she really , secretly wanted to be just like her sister. That’s why she always wants to hang with her and her friends, and do stuff with her(i.e., patrols and such). She thinks what Buffy does is way cool, totally. But she’d never admit it. Not in a million.
I guess Dawn’s Big problem is… she has a case of Hero Worship. Sigh.
But that’s not the only thing worrying Dawn these days. There are a lot of crazies wandering around Sunnydale. Lots more than usual. What’s totally bad though, is how they act around her. They keep saying things like “ You’re not supposed to be her, Little miss Moffet” or “ You’re not real…not really here”. At first, Dawn just passed it off to craziness. But it continued, with each one she ran into. And they also mention how she’s pure, she shines, she glows. It’s all strange, and confusing, and just weird.
It’s all so weird.
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Faith wondered why she wasn’t handling things well.
A lot of things were going weird, and she just couldn’t get her head wrapped around what was happening.
There was the pressure about going to college. Junior college, at least. She …was a little scared. She had to admit it. She’d really put a lot of hard work just getting her G.E.D. She knew College was a whole different thing, a whole lot tougher. And she didn’t think she had it in her to do it.
C’mon, let’s get real here. I barely made it through High School. How the hell am I gonna do college? I… just aint got that kinda brain power, ya know what I mean? And why do I want to do it anyway? I mean, do I really look like the executive type? Or the teacher type? Hell no, I’m the kind ya find at the corner bar, havin’ a beer after work. Dancin’ some. Havin’ fun. Not worrying about stuff like finance and reports and that crap. That so aint me. So why’m I thinking of doing college? It’s totally nuts. Better I find some kinda job I can do, and not waste time screwin around with books and stuff. I mean, if I need to find out about somethin’, I can read up on it and all. But why get all stressed about classes, and homework, and reading stuff I’ll never use? Life’s too short to waste it sittin in class. Much better to be out doin’ something, being somethin’.
Ok, I’m kinda punked cause me and B had a fight. Damn, and it was so stupid, too. We fought over…ready for it? Dawn. For Christ’s sake, still tryin’ to figure that one out. I mean, all I wanted B to do was lighten up a little on her. B is always getting on her case, giving her a hard time…and it really isn’t needed. And it’s pretty obvious to anyone Dawnie is just kinda got hero worship for her big sister. Oh sure, she acts like she thinks B’s kinda stupid, but anyone can see she would die to be just like B. But B. says hey, she’s a pest, always getting in the way, causing trouble. I said, hey, she’s 14. She’s gonna make mistakes. I suppose you were perfect at 14. Huh? And then she gives me this look. And says “ Hey, what do you know about it, Faith?” So I said Hey, I might not have a sister, but the lil nut’s kinda like a sister to me, and she says yeah, but you don’t have to do any of the clean up when she screws up. And then one thing kinda led to another, and we said some pretty harsh things back and forth…and ok, now we’re not talking. And of course if you’re not talking,all the other stuff is out too. Sigh. And I like all the other stuff. So, now I’m sleepin in a sleeping bag on the floor. Not that she so much kicked me outta bed. No. She said “ Hey, don’t be stupid, Faith. Plenty of room up here” But I said “ If you think I sleepin’ in the same bed as some dumbass who can’t see things right, you got it all wrong, girl.” So, here I am, sleepin’ on the floor. Yeah…who’s the dumbass again, Faith? Dumb , dumb, and double dumb.
And it pisses me royal that B’s thinking of dropping outta college this term. And won’t even give me a good , or bad, or any reason. Damn. Here we go again. Buffy has her secrets and she won’t share with anyone. And when I press her on it, she gets all defensive and stuff. And I tell her “Hey, you’re smart. Not like me. You can do this. You can be somethin’. B. I know you . so, why you doin’ this, anyway?” And she then goes on and says “ Hey, you’re smart too.” And I say “ C’mon, B. I aint smart, I’m a dummy” and she says “ I don’t hang around with dummies” and then we start fighting about that stuff. Oh crap, it just gets better and better.
And I know part of it has to do with Joyce. Something’s wrong with her, but she won’t admit it. But she seems a lot more on edge these days, and seems to be getting a lot of headaches. When I try to talk to her about it, she kinda just brushes it aside. Grrr. These Summer’s women make me nuts. Totally nuts. One is 14 wanting to be 35, the other is 19 acting like a 12 year old, and then their mom is acting like nothin’s wrong when it's. Damn it all. They make me crazy. Sometimes crazy happy, but right now just plain crazy.
Ok, so that’s not enough, right? Of course not. Somethin’ weird is goin on in Sunnydale. Real weird. Lots of crazies appearing outta nowhere. I mean, one day their perfectly normal, next day their Looney-tunes. Doesn’t add up. It’s totally whack. And no one can figure a reason for it, even G is stuck. But I know something’s behind it. Even in Sunnydale, home of the Hellmouth, this kinda thing don’t happen. Someone’s doing it, and we gotta find out who or what.
Think I’ll head out for the Bronze after work today. I mean, what? Go home? So I can get Dawns temper, Joyce’s edginess, and Buffy’s cold stares? Nawww, think a beer, maybe some dancin’ll get it outta my system.
Did I mention life sucks right now?
It does.
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Buffy is sitting on the hill over UC Sunnydale, looking down on the campus.
She wonders if she really wants to go back there this year. She hasn’t said it to anyone, but she totally hated it last year. She felt out of place, alone and isolated. The course work was hard, the teachers were rude, at best, and trying to make friends on campus was like hugging icebergs; after doing it a few times the thrill is just so gone. Don’t see Will much these days, either. Cause with Tara, and her Wicca , and then her study time, and all the rest she’s doing, no time to see me, I guess. Sigh. So , no one to talk to about it.
Faith? Yeah, right, after the fight we had. That’ll go so well. She gave me a hard time even when I mentioned I was thinking about not going back this semester. And then she starts calling me smart, and her dumb, and I’m so not buying that one. And then we started saying other things that weren’t really nice, and we wound up not talking…again. I mean we’d fought over Dawn too. Sheesh. This just gets better and better.
So, talk to mom ? Don’t think so. And something’s wrong with mom. I know, I can feel it in my gut. But of course she’s like so totally denying it. Who does that leave? Dawn…oh, yeah…that’s exactly who I’m gonna talk to. In what universe? Giles? I already know what he’ll say “ You really should continue your education, Buffy. After all, it’s important to you being a well-rounded slayer” Buffy does her best Giles. Sigh…that so doesn’t help.
Buffy thinks about the stupid argument she and Faith had. Over Dawn. And Buffy, stubborn as she is, had to admit that Faith probably had a point. That she sometimes rode Dawn too hard, she should lighten up a little. It just was hard to think of Dawn growing up…especially when Dawn would do something childish or foolish…which sometimes seems like every damned day. And Buffy for some reason felt especially protective to her sister. She knew if anything ever happened to Dawn, her mom would never forgive her…and Buffy would never forgive herself. God, sometimes she just doesn’t get that this isn’t a movie. The monsters are real, people get hurt, and killed. And they don’t get back up when the director yells “ Cut!”. It’s forever. But, maybe I should try to go easier on her, she is getting older, and hey, I remember 14….it’s not an easy time. I’ll try, but no promises!!
I just wish she’d quit bugging me about school. I…just don’t know if I want to go back this year yet. And frankly, with this weirdness happening, not sure I can concentrate on classes. Where are all these crazies coming from, anyway? And what’s behind it? It doesn’t make any sense. Even Giles can’t really find a demon that drives its victims crazy for a purpose. But they seem to be multiplying. And why oh why do I think that it’s gonna be bad? Then again, is it ever good? I don’t think so.
Buffy sits for awhile longer, watching the sun starting to set. She blows out a breath, and pouts a little.
Damn, I miss Faith. I miss her next to me in bed, the way she makes it all warm and snuggly. How she’ll get all playful and cute and start pinching me, like she can’t get enough of touching me(NO COMPLAINTS HERE!!!!).. How sometimes she looks at me, like she can’t believe I’m real…but in a good way. I miss running my fingers through her hair, god it’s soft and smells so nice. I miss nibbling on her ears… she seems to so like that. I miss talking to her, laughing with her, just hanging with her. Damn. This is totally stupid. This has gotta change. Yeah, so , got your kneepads on, Buffy? You got a lot of begging to do. You know how Faith can be(Liar… she always forgives you…when you stop being stupid!). Hopefully she’s at home, so I can do my begging in private(and, maybe do a little making out... er... up in private. Hee hee).
Buffy starts down the hill, feeling a little more confident, and a whole lot happier.
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“Faith, you home?” Buffy calls out as she walks in the front door.
She is so hoping Faith is here. Lots of making up to do…that could lead to some really nice…yummies.(God, even in her mind she gets embarrassed. Grow up, Buffy.). “FAITH? You here?” Buffy calls out.
“No, Buffy, Faith hasn’t come home yet” Joyce Summers calls from the kitchen. Something in her voice let’s Buffy know all is not well. Buffy walks into the kitchen.
She finds Joyce sitting at the table, her head leaning on her hands. Oh, god, she’s having another headache! She sees that Joyce looks pale and wan.
“Mom?” Buffy says, looking at Joyce. “ Are you ok?” She can already tell that Joyce isn’t ok.
“I got another one of my little friends visiting” Joyce says, looking up, trying to smile. But her face is pale, and her eyes look a bit weary.
“Mom, I’m getting worried. You really should go and have this checked out. Not normal to get so many headaches” Buffy says, troubled
Joyce puts out her hand, and takes Buffy’s in hers. “ You always were my little worry wart, Buffy. Even when you were young. You used to worry about Dawn all the time” Joyce smiles at her.
“Yeah, well…I was afraid she was gonna get in my stuff and break it” Buffy smiles back. Any small moment she can steal with her mom, lately, seems to be a good thing.
“ Did I ever tell you how proud I am of you, Buffy?” Joyce says, her face reflecting it.
“MOM!!!” Buffy blushes furiously. But she’s loving it.
“No, baby, I mean it. I know it hasn’t been easy for you. This ‘destiny’ thing. And me and your dad breaking up, and me riding you kinda hard there for awhile. But I just didn’t know. I…thought it was some kind of phase you were going through. And you have to admit, burning down the school gym does kind of say “I’m in trouble”. At least, for the normal girl” Joyce recalls. “But, you never were normal, dear. You’ve done a lot in your short life. And, I won’t lie, Buffy. I worry about you, I get scared at times. But, I wanted you to know that despite that, I’m very proud of you!”
Buffy doesn’t know exactly what to say, or think. Of course, she totally jazzed that her mom is proud of her, but she’s worried to. What prompted this? All of a sudden. Damn I wish she’d just get herself checked, find out it’s nothing, and we all could feel better about it. Then it occurs to her… maybe mom’s scared., too. And that thought kinda frightens her. Her mom is one brave woman. She can’t remember her being really scared. Oh, god, it’s not good at all! But, what can I do to force her? Nothing! Damn, this sucks.
“Thank you” Buffy says, quietly. That’s all she can manage without giving herself away.
Dawn enters the kitchen, looking for a snack…or something.
“And” Joyce says, grabbing Dawn by the waist, and pulling her in “ How’s my little punkin belly?” Joyce tickles her a little.
“MOM!!!” Dawn protests, but you can tell she’s loving it. She’s been worrying about Joyce too.
Joyce winces a little as a pain shoots through her head. Both Buffy and Dawn notice it.
“Mom, maybe you should go up and get some rest” Buffy says, thinking at least that might help a little.
“Yes, you’re probably right, Buffy. I’m feeling tired. Can you watch Dawn while I take a nap?” Joyce asks.
“Mom!” Dawn protests. “ I don’t need a babysitter. God, I’m 14!”
“Dawn, honey, I don’t like you being alone. Lots of bad stuff around” Joyce says.
“Mom? Maybe she’s right. Dawn is growing up. Maybe it’s time she took a little responsibility. I think she’ll be ok alone” Buffy says. Ok, did I really just say that?
Dawn looks at Buffy, wide-eyed. As if to say “ Who ARE you, and what did you do with my sister!”
Joyce throws Buffy a quizzical look. “Ok, what’s really behind this?”
“Nothing, mom. Just that I have to patrol soon, and I’m so not taking Dawn on patrol with me.” Buffy says.
“Please, mom. PLEAAASSSEEEE?” Dawn begs. She’s still trying to figure Buffy’s angle, but heck, if it gets her alone time, great!
“ We gotta face it, mom. Despite rumors to the contrary, Dawnie’s growing up” Buffy says. Ok, now maybe that’s carrying it too far!
Joyce looks at Dawn, then at Buffy. She doesn’t know what these two have cooked up, but she’s too tired to fight about it.
“Ok, I guess we can try it. But, mess up, youngest daughter of mine, and you’re in big trouble” Joyce says. She turns to Buffy. “and that goes for you, too!”
“YAAAAY” Dawn squeals. She is totally jazzed. So much so she forgets her ‘cool’ for a bit. She quickly recovers. “Well, it’s about time!”
“ Don’t push it” Buffy and Joyce say together. They look at each other, and laugh.
“Anyway, I’m going upstairs. Dawn, try not to destroy the house while I’m gone, ok? Buffy, don’t be too late” Joyce exits the kitchen.
The girls wait a few minutes, then Dawn confronts Buffy.
“Ok, what’s the deal? Why’d you do that?” Dawn says, all suspicious.
Buffy looks at her sister, and smiles a small smile. She hates to admit it, but Dawn is growing up. Instead of being a pesky little kid, she’s graduated…to suspicious, pesky teenager. Great. Now the fun REALLY begins! She chuckles to herself.
“Dawnie, maybe I’ve been riding you a little hard. Ok, you’re growing up, I can see that. So, despite my better judgment, I’m going to bat for you with mom. I guess I still find it hard to see you as anything but a kid, but I’ll try.” Buffy says, then surprises Dawn by giving her a hug. Dawn is totally flabbergasted…and she still wants to know what demon has possessed Buffy. But, not too soon, ok?
“I’m going patrolling, then gonna try to find Faith. You be good, ok?” Buffy says, and turns to leave. She’s just about out the door, and turns back.
“Don’t mess it up!!!” She says, and leaves.
Dawn sticks out her tongue at her…but then smiles, and goes into the living room
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Faith is at the Bronze, nursing a beer.
Brooding.
She’s watching the people dance, the band is playing a song, which she’s barely interested in. And she doesn’t seem to give a rat’s butt.
“God, this blows. What am I doin’ here anyway? Why aren’t I out on the dance floor, shakin’ it down, havin’ a good time? I could show these amateurs a thing or 6 about dancin’. But no, I’m sitting her on my ass, nursing a beer, for Christ’s sake. And why is that, anyway?
B, I think you’ve ruined me. I just aint got no interest. I’m sitting here, nursing a beer and thinkin’ about YOU. Damn you’re rock-like head , anyway. You know I’m right about this. About Dawn, and school. But no….you gotta get all defensive and stubborn. Well, ok, I said some pretty dumb stuff, too, I admit. But not as dumb as you. Well… maybe as dumb, but hey, I’m dumber than you, so that means it was smarter!”
“ Oh, yeah, Faithy, that’s so helping. Who’s sleepin on the floor? Who’s all missing the Blonde? Who’s sittin’ here cryin in her beer, brooding like Fang boy? Aint Buffy, is it? Nope. It’s a certain brunette slayer I know, being stupid…again. Geeze. Faith, what’s the big, anyway? I mean, is it so great sitting here, and not at home with Buffy, having mega-smoochies? “
Faith drifts a little, thinking about smoochies with Buffy.” What were we fighting about again? Oh, yeah. Dawn and school. C’mon Faith, we can work this out with B. What’s the worse can happen? You’re sleepin on the floor again? So? Still better than being here tonight.”
Faith takes a swallow of her beer, and thinks about it. At that moment, a pair of hands land on her shoulders. She bristles.
“Hey, pal. Wanna keep those? Then get them off me” Faith says, growling.
“Aw, Faith, would you really cut off my hands?” Buffy giggles. “ I mean, it’d so totally cramp my slaying!”
“B!?!?” Faith says, turning around. She smiles…then she frowns. “I’m still mad at you”
“Really?” Buffy says, getting the hurt puppy look. “ Are you mad at me, Faith?” Then she pulls out the secret weapon…the eye thing
Oh, damn!!! DAMN!!! I’m so lost now. She knows I can’t fight that look. This is so not fair. I can’t do that to her. How come she gets to do it to me.
“Yeah, I’m still mad” But Faith so doesn’t mean it. She can barely keep from hugging Buffy.
“Aw, Faithy, don’t be mad at me” Buffy says in her little girl voice. “ I’m sorry” She does the combo pout –eye thing…totally deadly.
Faith growls in frustration. Damn, damn, damn. Again. She gets me again!!!! Daaaammmmnnnnn. Faith has lost…again.
“Well…I guess I could forgive you…maybe” Faith says…then breaks down and pulls Buffy into a hug. Buffy sighs happily.
“ You got me so wrapped around you’re lil finger, dontcha?” Faith growls, but is grinning. Buffy nods, smiling.
“And you like it, don’t you?” Buffy says, leaning in and nibbling on Faith’s ear.
“oh…yeah” Faith sighs. Damn, damn, damn she gets me every time. So, why am I so loving it?
Buffy pulls back, and looks at Faith, her face serious.
“You’re right…about Dawnie, at least. I…guess I’ve been kinda hard on her. So, I’m gonna try to do better, ok?” Buffy says.
Faith looks at Buffy like she’s been possessed. I’m right? Holy crap, who is this? And how did she know about the ear nibble?
“ Don’t look so shocked! I’m not totally unreasonable” Buffy says, maybe pouting just a little.
Yeah, right.
Faith gets a suspicious look in her eye.” What about school?” She says.
“We can discuss that , can’t we? Like adults? So not like you sleeping on the floor anymore?” Buffy says, her eyes starting the “thing” again.
Whoa, girl. I’m not falling for that.
“Discuss means we talk about it, and you really think about it, not just dismiss it” Faith says.
“Ok” Buffy pouts, then her face clears.” Ok, but that means you too!” She grins.
“Alright” Faith says. But she feels she sorta half one this argument. It’s a new feeling. She’s not sure she can handle it.
“So, were not fighting anymore?” Buffy says, hopefully
“Don’t think so, B” Faith says, grinning.
“So” Buffy says, pulling out the little girl sultry voice. She puts Faith’s hand on her hip.” Wanna dance with me, sexy”
Faith has totally lost right now, and totally loves it. If Buffy said she was leaving school and going to Tibet to study Tao, she’d say when do we leave?
“Thought you’d never ask” Faith says, her voice low and throaty. Buffy feels a little shiver through her body
Ok, they’re both totally lost, and love it.
They move to the dance floor. The dancing starts out innocently enough. Just movin’ and shakin’ and enjoying the beat. But as the beat gets heavier, as their bodies stimulate from the movement, as they feel the heat from each other, their dancing changes. It evolves(devolves?) into a definite dirty dancing contest between them. They move together in time, their bodies rubbing up against each other. The slayer in them is taking over, and the dancing is becoming more heated, more primitive, and definitely more suggestive. Soon, other’s are noticing, and watching….and cheering them on. And definitely getting the heat generated by the two. Finally, covered in a light sheen of sweat, the two move off the dance floor. But they’ve had their effect on the crowd, as the dancing that continues is definitely more charged, and the pheromones are flying.
Buffy and Faith are leaning against a pillar in the dark, kissing up a storm. They don’t notice when a tall, bleached blonde figure moves towards them.
“ Well, well, isn’t this cozy?” Spike says, his eyebrow cocked. “ Playing hide the tongue, are we?”
“ Spike!” Buffy growls, turning towards Spike, her face sooo not happy “ You’re the master of …nothing, actually”
“Fang, Jr. My favorite neutered puppy” Faith mocks.” Can’t get a date? Gotta watch, now?”
“Well, aren’t we the biotches in heat then?” Spike says. He holds up a glowing sphere.” Maybe someone else’d be interested in this”
“What’s that, Spike?” Buffy says, her voice sarcastic. “ What’s left of your …manhood” She grins at him. Not a pleasant grin.
“Bloody hell, Slayer” Spike whines. “ I was just trying to help. Found it out in that old abandoned warehouse…the place they hold the raves? Thought it was mystical or something…interesting place, actually. Lots of chains and cuffs out there…not your usual stuff”
“And this interests me because?” Buffy asks
“Well...there’ve been those bloody loonies walking around town by the dozens. Thought this” holding the sphere. “might be related”
Both slayers back up a bit. No, don’t really wanna be loonies.
“Don’t be gits. I’ve had it for awhile, and I’m still sane.” Spike says.
“Says who?” Faith mocks.
“Ha, ha, slayer. Just thought it’d help you is all. If you don’t want it…” Spike says, starting to pocket the sphere.
“Didn’t say that, Spike” Buffy says. She grabs the sphere from Spike. She looks at it, fascinated.
“Hey!” Spike says. “ A ‘thanks, Spike’ might be in order, at least…along with say a few folding bills?”
“Yeah, right. For all I know you stole this from the Magic Box.” Buffy says. “ But, thanks, Spike”
“Now, why don’t you be a nice little vampire, and go haunt a blood bank or something?” Faith says, dismissing him.
Spike growls something they can’t hear, and walks off. One of these days, Slayers, you’re both going to find yourselves on the wrong end of a fang…and I’m gonna be there to enjoy it. Wait 'til I get this chip out of my head, and you’re bloody well gonna…
At that moment, as he’s exiting, someone hits him square in the face with the door. He is enraged…..and hits the sodding git….and grabs his head as his chip goes off. Poor Spike…he just can’t win.
“ So, what is it, B?” Faith asks, looking at the sphere.
“Not a clue, Faith. But maybe we should show it to Giles. It might be a clue, or something. And maybe we should pay a little visit to that warehouse Spike was talking about.” Buffy is still looking at the sphere…something about it is familiar…strangely so.
Both slayers, puzzling over the sphere, leave the Bronze.

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