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The Slayer

By Norwalker

Part 14a of a multipart story.

Summary: What if Faith came first? If she were the slayer before Buffy( if Buffy even became a slayer)? Just my take on what might have happened. AU, of course.

Pairings: Not sure yet. You might be surprised.

Rating: M( R )

Disclaimer: Characters depicted in this story, except for original characters created by the author, are the sole property of Mutant Enemy, Fox and Joss Whedon.

1

Cordelia Chase drives her car into the garage, stops and cuts the engine. She lowers her head to the steering wheel and sighs as she hears the garage door close behind her.

It's turned into the day from hell for her.

7 minutes in heaven, then the rest of the day in hell.

Somehow, after coming out of that closet, she got through the day. She put on her Top Bitch face, stiffened her spine, and terrorized some freshmen. That helped.

As she passed the table where she was sitting, she didn't even look at her. She just pushed through the doors, and went back to her life.

The rest of the day was a study in concentration for her. She had to focus, focus and focus not to let her mind drift back. Back to that closet, where she flew and crashed and burned, all in less than half an hour. She remembers Faith looking at her, wanting her, and then pushing her away. She remembers how she made her feel like a goddess, and then plummet back to feel like something you wipe off your shoe.

It didn't help that Harmony kept looking at her funny all day. With a stupid, cow faced smirk on her face. What was that about? All day long, she'd catch her at it. When she returned the look, Harmony turned away. But she knew something was up. What is Air Harmony up to? What's going through that cluster of nerves she calls a brain? She didn't have a clue, and didn't care. It was too hard just to keep from running and hiding and crying.

Cordy pushes off the steering wheel, and exits the car, grabbing her books and purse. It's dim in the garage, and quiet. Somehow, she gets the insane idea she just wants to stay here, hide here away from everybody and everything. She feels safe here; no one can find her or see her or figure out she's falling apart inside.

Stop it. STOP IT NOW! You're Cordelia Chase. You don't fall apart, you don't let them ever, EVER, see you sweat! You're stronger than this. You don't let some two bit wannabe butch bitch make you hurt. You DON'T HURT for her. You don't! She's the loser, not you! You're strong! You can do this!

Wanna bet? Cordy feels her body begin to shake, and bites her lip hard, painfully, to keep it together. She raises her head, and marches into the house.

She walks through the mud room and through a short hallway into the living room. Looking around, she sighs, relieved that no one seems to be around at the moment.

Just down the hall, up the stairs and into my room, and I'm safe, She thinks, walking across the living room to the hallway. She really can't deal with anyone right now. She needs to …

"Cordelia? Is that you, honey?" Her father's voice floats down from his study.

Shit! Crap and Damn! Cordy thinks. She doesn't answer, and hurries down the hall, hoping against hope to miss him.

Cornell steps out of his study into the hallway.

" Cordelia? Didn't you hear me calling you?" Cornell asks, as Cordy's foot hits the first riser.

" Hey daddy," Cordy calls out, still moving up, "Gotta fly. Got a lotta stuff to do…"

" Cordelia? Come here, please. I need to talk to you."

" Aw, dad, I'm really busy…"

" Whatever it is, it can wait." Cornell crosses his arms, " This is important."

SHIT!

Cordy frowns a little, but turns and walks down the stairs. She follows her father into his study.

" Please have a seat, Cordelia, " Cornell waves his hand towards a seat in front of his desk.

Why is he being so formal? God, what did I do now? Oh my god, what if he found out about…

" Cordelia?" Cornell sits behind his desk. He notes her distraction. " Are you ok, sugarpop?"

Whew! Cordy almost sighs aloud, in relief. He never calls me sugarpop if he's angry with me.

" Oh, yeah, I'm ok, daddy, " Cordy smiles at him." Just been a hectic day at school."

" Really, honey?" Cornell sounds concerned. " Any trouble? Is anyone giving you a bad time?"

" No, no… nothing like that. Just … well, you know, being Captain of the Cheerleaders, and on the Student council, and part of the homecoming committee, lots of stuff to do." Hint, hint.

" I know you're busy with your life, " Cornell smiles, feeling a father's pride, " I won't keep you long, I promise, sugarpop." He leans over his desk, clasping his hand in front of himself. " I need to ask a favor, honey."

" Ok," Cordy replies, smiling. She knows what side her American Express black card is buttered.

" I'm having some guest stay with us for awhile. An old friend from college, and her daughter. They're actually planning on moving to Sunnydale."

" Oh?" Hmmm.

" Yes, and well, to be frank, Joyce Summers, that's my friend, is going through a divorce right now. It's a hard time for both of them, especially her daughter, Buffy. You understand, don't you dear?"

Cordelia looks blank.

" Her parents are splitting up, dear. Her father's going to be in L.A., and she won't be able to see much of him. It's going to be rough on her, dear. Kind of like losing a parent. I know you know how that feels, sugarpop."

" Her parents are splitting up, " Cordelia says, her throat suddenly dry, " It's not like she'll never see him again. It's not the same, dad." She feels a stinging at her eyes. She still misses her mom.

Cornell gets up, and walking around the desk, comes behind her chair. He puts his hands on her shoulder. " Of course not, honey. Of course not. I'm sorry I brought up bad memories, Cordelia."

She doesn't see the strange little smile on his face.

" I'm sorry daddy. That was harsh. Of course it's going to be hard on her." Cordy apologizes.

" That's my sugarpop, " He squeezes her shoulders reassuringly. " Thing is, honey, she's going to all alone up here. All her friends are going to be back in L.A., you understand? She's going to need a friend here. I was hoping you could try to be a friend to her."

Cordy looks up at her dad with a slightly pained look on her face. " She's not like a geek or nerd or spaz, is she?"

Cornell laughs, and pats her shoulders, moving back around his desk and sitting. " Of course not, honey. She was a cheerleader at her old school, just like you. And …ummm… I think her mom said a Fiesta Queen?"

Cordelia looks puzzled. " What's that?"

Cornell shrugs.

" Must be an L.A. thing, I guess," Cordy shrugs. " Well, ok, at least she doesn't sound like she's been hanging with the wrong type of people…"

" No, indeed. Matter of fact, I'd appreciate it if you could sort of well, show her around. Take her under your wing, and show her the ropes. Introduce her around. Think you could do that for your old man?" He smiles at her.

" Sure, daddy," Cordelia shrugs," but ummm… the friend thing…?"

" Look, Cordelia, I'm not expecting miracles. But I want you to try, at least. Ok? I mean, I

know how competitive teenage girls can get, sometimes…"

" Oh, puhlease! Daddy, like she could be any competition for me." Cordy almost feels insulted.

"Well…" Cornell smiles at his pretty daughter, "She is pretty… I have a picture of her Joyce sent me… it's here somewhere…" he opens a desk drawer, and picks out a picture, handing it to Cordelia.

Cordelia looks at it, and instantly feels a small twinge of jealous. Oh my god, she's cute. And she has that eye thing going, and the blond hair! Oh boy, she better not try anything like muscling in on my territory…

" I guess, " Cordelia sounds dismissive, " I mean, she's ok, in that sort of bottle blonde, beach bunny Gidget meets MoonDoggy sorta way…"

Cornell smiles, knowing almost word for word what's going through her daughter's mind. A little competition? A good thing… keeps her sharp.

"So, you'll try to be her friend then?"

" I'll try, " Cordelia says reluctantly, handing the picture back. Little Miss Fiasco Queen better watch her step and fall in line… or … " I mean, it's important to you, daddy." What's that old saying? " Keep your friends close, and the blonde bimbos trying to take over right under your arm in a headlock"… something like that, anyway!

" Thank you, sugarpop. I appreciate that."

" Anything else, daddy?" Cordy asks, anxious to get out of here. Great, just what I need right now. Something else to worry about!!!!!

" No honey, that's all. Thank you."

" Ummm… daddy?" Cordelia stands up to go. " When are they coming, anyway?" Gotta get things in line. I can't count on her being an airhead like Harm, even if she is blonde.

" Oh, well. Hmmm… Joyce still has a few things to settle in L.A. But, they'll probably be here in a week or so…"

A WEEK! How… oh shoot, damn!

" Really? Well, that's great, just great, daddy, " the plastered smile comes back to Cordy's face. " Well, we'll just have to get ready for Buffy and her mom… June, was it?"

" Joyce, dear." Cornell gives Cordy a sidelong look. " Are you sure you're ok with this, sugarpop?"

" Of course I am, daddy!" Cordy smiles bigger. "I just wanted to be sure everything is just perfect when they arrive!"

"Well, aren't you just the nicest daughter a man could have?" Cornell stands and walks over to Cordelia, hugging her. " So,who's my little pookie bear?"

" Oh, daddy!" Cordy blushes, embarrassed but secretly pleased, too." You haven't called me that since I was like 10!"

" Well, pardon your old pop if he gets nostalgic. Hard to realize how you've grown into a lovely young woman. Sometimes, I just think of you as my lil girl."

" Dad," Cordy blushes redder, pushing him away. "I gotta go."

She walks to the door, then turns around, a soft smile on her face.

" I'll always be your lil girl, daddy, " She turns and leaves.

When she's gone, Cornell's expression changes. He smiles a definitely lascivious, non fatherly smile.

" Oh, I know, darling. I know."

2

Ok, Angel, where the hell are ya?

Faith, crouching at the top of the Sunny Hills Cemetery wall, looks out over the yard.

Giles said you'd meet me here. So, come out, come out wherever you are. Ally Ally Oxen Free.

Faith jumps down off the wall, and slips through the shadows, deciding to do a little looking around while she's waiting. Hey, maybe I'll run into something that knows something. She scans the yard, looking for anything out of the ordinary.

But her heart really isn't in this tonight. Her heart, and a good part of her mind, is somewhere else. In the Sunnydale High School library, in a utility closet. Feeling Cordy cuddled in her arms, her warm breath on her neck.

No, no, and no! Concentrate, Faith. Don't go there again. Like you've been going there almost all day. Concentrate! You're on patrol, on duty. No time for… then the image of Cordy, her moans into Faith's mouth as she came, rock through Faith like an earthquake. Shit, why can't I get her out of my MIND?!?

This is stupid! No, I was stupid. I should've known that this would get all fucked up. What was I thinking, messing with her, anyway? God, can you spell totally stupid! She's a total bitch, and she rejected me. God, I bet she's laughing about it right now, putting me in my place, dammit. That's what's she's doing. Why'd I even buy that…

Then the other night replays in her head, her mounted on Cordy, feeling Cordy giving up her virginity to Faith, the look of trust and lust…love?… in her eyes. Faith feels a strong tingle wash through her body.

Then she feels another, less pleasant tingle. Stake up, she whirls around.

And her hand is caught by Angel just as it's about to hit his chest.

" Tsk, Tsk, Faith, " Angel smirks. " Getting a little slow there. I could've had me a snack…"

" Goddamn you Angel!" Faith yells at him, hitting him hard in the chest. He staggers back a bit. " What's your trauma, anyway? Sneaking up on me like that all the time." She raises the stake." One of these times I'm just gonna follow through and then dance on your dust, dead boy!"

" Aw, gee, Faithy, you wouldn't really, would you?" Angel cocks his head, " We're such pals now, you and me."

" Pals, my ass, Angel," Faith glares at him. Then she shakes her head, and chuckles softly. " You're a real joker, you know that?"

"Well, isn't that what you love about me?" Angel grins. " I know you love me, cuz you yell at me every time we get together!"

Faith smiles. "Sorry, guy. Just, it's been a weird day, and you scaring me? Just the cherry on my crap sundae."

" You did seem a little distracted, " Angel says. He puts an arm on Faith's shoulder. " Want to talk about it?"

" Thanks, but no thanks, Angel. We're not like girlfriends, you know? We don't do that crap," Faith says. She slides out from under his hand, and picks a handy tombstone to lean on. "So, what's the what, Angel?"

Angel looks at her, feeling a little concerned. He can feel the conflicting emotions rolling off her; he can almost taste them, they're so strong. He knows something went awfully wrong for her today.

" Faith, I'm serious. I'm here to listen, if you have something you need to get off your chest."

Faith almost makes a joke about how he probably wants her shirt off her chest, then she notices his expression.

" Angel, really. I'm ok. Honest."

" Ok, Faith. Whatever you say," Angel doesn’t believe it.

" But thanks for the offer, guy." She smiles. " So, what's the news?"

Angel makes a face. " That's just it, Faith. There isn't any."

" Huh?" Faith looks at him, skeptically, " No news? What do we pay you for?"

" You don't pay me."

" You know what I mean. You were supposed to be detective guy, flush out the secret location of the Master, and you come here and tell me, no news?"

" Faith, it's really weird out there. It's not that I can't find him; it's like he never existed."

" Huh? Losing me here, big guy."

" I've been around to all the demon haunts, bars, wherever demons and vampires hang out. And there's no talk about him. At all. Even the vampires, ones I know were part of his followers, are pretending like he never existed. It's beyond weird, it's almost like an episode of the twilight zone."

Faith has a strange expression on her face.

" You sure he did exist, Angel?" She asks. " I mean, I never saw him. Giles never saw him… heck, out of all of us, only you saw him. Sure you didn't get some tainted blood there or something? Maybe get a little…"

" Dammit, Faith!" Angel barks at her. " He exists. I have the scars to prove it! Whatever's going on, it's big, Faith. Huge! So huge, it's scaring the demon population. Think about that for a second. Something is making the scary demons quiver. Whatever it is, it's shutting us down. And I'm really hating it, cuz we're not going to be prepared when it decides to come out and play!"

" Ok, ok," Faith gets off her tombstone, and walks over to Angel. She rubs her hand on his chest. " Chill, guy. I believe you, I do." She pats him on the chest.

" Sorry, didn't mean to blow up at you," Angel smiles sheepishly, " it's just so frustrating. I'm out looking for information, and I keep running into walls. I want to help you, you and Giles, and it's just damned frustrating…"

" It's ok, Angel," Faith says, " Really. We know you're doing your best."

" Doesn’t feel like it, Faith," Angel says, frowning. " I've got a lot to make up for…"

" You will, don't worry."

" Well, anyway, " He changes tack, " I got this, so hopefully it'll help out Giles." He pulls a small volume from under his coat.

" Is that that…ummm… Persimmon Codex you guys were talking about?"

" Yeah." Angel grins," But it’s the Pergamum Codex."

" Whatever. Anyway, I know Giles is gonna be stoked," Faith shakes her head, "give him a new book and he's happy. It's like giving a dog a treat. He'll be all waggy and drooly over it."

" God, I hope not," Angel teases, " it's the only copy in existence."

" You know what I mean. It's like giving a kid chocolate. He's going to be in bookworm heaven."

" Well, hopefully it'll be more than that. I'm hoping it might help us pinpoint who's behind all the weirdness going on."

" You know, speaking of weirdness…"

" Do we ever talk about anything else?"

" Ha, funny. Anyway, have you noticed the people in Sunnydale?"

" Not really," Angel gives her a sidelong glance. " They're weird?"

" Well… yes… no…look, haven't you noticed that we get a whole lot of deaths and unexplained disappearances around here?"

Angel nods. " So? We’re on a Hellmouth. That's to be expected."

" Yeah, sure it is. But what's NOT to be expected is the way people in SunnyD react to it. It's like, it's all normal. Haven't you noticed that? I mean, I've looked through the local papers and stuff, and if a murder is even mentioned, it's way in the back, almost like it's hidden. Same with the disappearances. And there's no like, public outcry or nothing to put a stop to it. Don't you kinda find that weird? I mean, they act like it's all normal and stuff."

"People sort of block out what they can't understand, Faith, sometimes."

" No, I mean, ok, maybe, I get that. But this is more. It's almost like a vibe. I felt it when I got here. Like something was just… off. It's not like they're in denial, it's like this isnormal. Like any other hick backwater. You know?"

" What're you saying, Faith? You think there's a spell on the town?"

" Shit, I don't know, Angel. I'm not into the oogly-boogly stuff. Give me a monster to kill, that I understand. This is… just weird."

Angel's brow furrows. He thinks for a minute, and a small smile graces his lips.

" That's pretty good, Faith. If it is magic, it might be helpful…" He holds up the book. " I've got to give this to Rupert anyway, I'll mention that to him. See what he can find out."

" I'm not following, really, " Faith says," so it's magic, what can we do about it?"

" Well… magic , when it's cast, tends to leave a signature behind. That is, it's part of the person or whatever that cast it. We might be able to trace it back to its source…"

" Well, how come we aren't, like, affected?"

" I'm a demon, Faith. It's probably human specific."

" Ok, well, what about me and Giles? Or Red or Xander…"

" I don't know… maybe because you and Giles are already aware of what's going on, and it can't affect you? I mean, it can't be too deep a spell. Not if it's affecting the whole town. It would take too much mystical energy."

"Wait, wait…" Faith gets excited. " Before I met them… I mean Xander and Red, they didn't really know the score. I mean, they didn't think vampires and demons existed. It wasn't until Jesse got turned, and then attacked them, that it sank in! Cool, totally cool. I think you got something there, dead boy!"

" Yeah, imagine that," Angel says ironically.

" Hey, don't get pissy now. I'm just saying, I'm impressed here."

" Coming from you, that's almost like praise!"

" Yeah, you betcha, Angel." Faith winks.

" So, ummm… I better get this to Giles then, " Angel starts off. " I'll mention the spell thing to him. See if he can come up with anything."

" Yeah, good idea. Me? I'm off to do what I do best. Kill your kind, " She teases. " Later Fang."

" Hey, Faith?"

" Yeah?"

" Be careful, ok? Don't take any big risks."

" Gee, Angel, that almost sounded like you care," Faith smirks. " You getting sweet on me, Fang?"

" Just be careful, ok?"

" Yeah, ok, don't sweat it. Ms. Safety Girl here, ok?" She waves him off, dismissively. " You really need a girlfriend, guy."

Chuckling, she slips off into the shadows.

Angel watches her go. There's a look of sadness on his face.

Just take care. I'm almost liking you.

He turns and disappears into the night.

3

" Buffy, what the hell… oh, geeze…"

Two bodies lay in the bed, sweaty and grunting, obviously very devoted to what they're doing. The blanket and sheets on Ford's bed have long ago been tossed aside, and at the moment, Buffy is laying on top of Ford, facing his feet. I really don't have to tell you they're in their birthday suits, do I?

" Hey!" Buffy pouts a little, holding Ford gently in her hand. " What happened?"

" Well, geeze, Summers, we've already gone through three condoms. It takes a little time for me to recover, you know? I'm not like you, I can't just keep going and going and going…"

" Aw… did I break it?"

" Naw, just wore it out."

" Well, this is no fun… Gee, what're you telling me, Ford? I'm gonna have to get another girl in bed here to keep me company when this happens?" She caresses him lightly with her thumb.

Less than a minute later, she can feel a renewed interest on Ford's part.

" God, you perv! You'd like that, wouldn't you?" Buffy teases him. She gives him a loving lick. Ford groans softly.

" You're killing me here, Buffy," Ford pants.

" Yeah, but you're loving how I'm doing it. Speaking of doing it, " She pushes herself back towards Ford's face. " I think you're definitely neglecting me." Ford grabs her by the hips, and pulls her to his face. He gets to work.

" Oh… yeah… baby… now that's… oh goodness…" Buffy pants. She begins to take a renewed interest in the part of Ford right in front of her, and she starts giving it loving little licks. Then her licks slow up, into long slow slurps. Ford groans again, loudly.

" Oh god, Buffy." Ford moans out.

" Shhh. Less talk, baby. I got much better use for that tongue of yours, " She giggles, pushing against his face.

Ford elicits some panting and moans from Buffy when his tongue starts to work over her damp slit. A low moan is heard when his tongue slips into her. He feels her thighs close on his head, holding him in place.

" Buffy, please. Be careful. My head is still throbbing from the last time you did that," Ford mumbles.

" Sorry baby, you just make me feel sooo ooohhh… god … mmmm… I'll… be… good…" She sighs, and relaxes her thighs a little.

Her mouth closes over his member and she gently swirls her tongue around his shaft, feeling it swell and harden in her mouth. She smiles to herself, knowing the effect she has on him. Poor baby, I'm probably wearing him out. But he's such a sweetie…mmmm…She gently sucks on him, then slips him out of her mouth. She gently starts to move her hand up and down his erection.

She really has to keep her mind on her business not to squeeze him too hard when Ford's tongue starts to make her crazy. As she rubs him, her own hips are rolling, pushing against his face.

" Mmmm… baby love…Yessss… oh god yesssss… mmmm Billy… love you…LOVE YOU…oh…ohohohoh… baby… yes right there oh yes honey…ohhhh… god YEEESSSSSS!!!"

Her head drops onto his

thigh and pelvis, and she moans as wave after wave rips through her, making her

feel like she's breaking apart into a thousand pieces. She sighs happily, her

eyes briefly closing. She makes happy little noises.

Her eyes open half way, and she smiles dreamily. Her fingers encircle him, and she begins to slide her fist up and down him, slowly at first, then picking up the tempo as she feels him throb in her hand.

" God, Buffy, don't you have any mercy?" Ford grunts out, feeling an all too familiar tightening down below." Oh shit, Buffy, never mind don't … stop…nooow…"

Buffy giggles, and lifts herself up, opening her mouth and surrounding him, letting him slide in her mouth. Gently, she reaches down and caresses his scrotum, as her tongue does it's magic on him. She hears him making gurgling noises, and she feels soft little flutters in her heart, knowing she'll soon make him a very happy boy again.

Because he's made her feel so happy. And loved. And wanted.

Ford, his eyes slits, his head thrown back, gurgles as he feels the pressure build inside him.  God, she's a witch, a devil and damned she's wonderful! His last conscious thought for awhile as his brain starts to check out.

Buffy, still mouthing him, still caressing his tender scrotum, slips a hand under him, feeling around and feeling around, finally finding what she's looking for. Taking her pinkie, she gently slips it in his rear entry.

Ford almost bellows, and the pressure suddenly explodes, his seed shooting into her loving mouth. Buffy keeps him in her mouth, swallowing what she can, but some dribbles out the side of her mouth.  Her hand comes up, and she gently runs a finger along his vein, feeling the throbbing of his come slipping down her throat.

Finally, sensing his finish, she releases him, sitting up and smiling. She watches as his member flops over and she giggles. Then she turns around, and begins kissing him all over his belly and chest. Tiny soft kisses.

Ford, somewhat recovered, starts giggling as her kisses float all over him.

" What're you doing, you crazy girl?" He laughs.

" I just love you so much, I just want to eat you all up… mmmm… mmmm… mmmm." She kisses him madly and completely.

" I think you just did, Buffy," Ford laughs, grabbing her. She giggles and doesn't resist when he pulls her up for a warm kiss.

They kiss for awhile, holding each other. Then Ford breaks the kiss, and Buffy whines.

" Why? What are you… oh…"

Ford slips down, and takes one of her pert breasts in his mouth. He begins to suckle it, his tongue lashing around the hardened nub.

" You nasty boy. Weren't you just … ohhhh… man I love that…" She sighs as he nips on her

nipple. " harder baby yes…" She starts to pant. " God,  I thought you were tired… ohhhh…" She feels his fingers slip into her. " You… bad … boy!" She reaches down and goes to grab him, but he bats her away. " What?"

" This is for you, love, " He mumbles, her breast still in his mouth, " just relax…"

" But I wanna… ohhhh… baby…. Yeeesssss… just like that…" Buffy sighs louder, as he starts rubbing his thumb around her hard clit. " You … oh…crap that feels like…bite it, baby, please!" She arches her back, thrusting her nipple at his mouth. " Hard, bite it HARD!" He does, and she screams .

His fingers are pumping faster in her, and his thumb presses her clit. She humps against his fingers, nastily trying to grab his fingers and hold them.

" You nasty boy I love you so much do that do that yes that NOW THAT oh god baby gonna gotta oh please yesss please love you oh my god oh baby baby oh Billy I LOVE YOU I LOVE

YOU!"

Buffy collapses against him as the waves crash over her. She buries her face against him and moans and gurgles and coos her approval.

He holds her, adoring the soft warmth of the woman who almost seems to want to hide in his arms. He can't believe that if she wanted to, she could probably break him in two. She seems so soft and warm and vulnerable and little at the moment. He cuddles her, feeling very protective of her.

Her arms slip under his, and she snuggles closer. Her eyes open, and she looks into his eyes. She smiles, and then attacks with tiny little kisses all over his face.

" Buffy, what's with you and kissing?"

" I just love you so much, you goof, " She keeps kissing him.

" You're nuts, " He says, laughing.

" Uh-huh. Look who I picked as my boyfriend!"

" I love nuts."

She pulls back, and looks at him, smiling mischievously. " Oh, really? Gee, Ford, is there something I should know?"

" What?"

" I mean, you seem awfully close with old Steve James there…"

" You goof. I love YOU being nuts… not that kind of nuts…"

" Mmmm…well…" she reaches down, grabbing him, " I love nuts. Why not you?"

" Well, because…" He waggles his fingers, which are still inside her. " I love this much, much better."

" Good answer," She coos, as her lips seek his.

Slowly, they release each other, and their arms and legs get tangled together, as they seek the comfort of skin to skin contact.

" I love you, Buffy, " Ford says softly.

" So I noticed," Buffy giggles.

Ford pouts.  Buffy smiles at him.

" Look at the lip, " She says, capturing it with her own lips, sucking on it. " I just love it when you pout, you bad boy." She slaps his buttock gently.

" Hey," Ford protests, " I'm a minor still. That could be construed as child abuse."

" Oh, really?" Buffy goes wide eyes, making an "O" with her lips, "Whatcha gonna do about it?"

" This". Ford starts to caress her sides and upper thighs lightly. Buffy, being extremely ticklish, starts to giggle uncontrollably.

" Stop it, stop it!" She slaps him gently, " You're a big meanie, picking on a helpless little girl."

" Helpless my ass. You could whip me in 2 minutes, and not break a sweat." He keeps tickling her.

" STOP IT!" She laughs, her body wiggling under his tickle attack. " I'll have to pee. You want me to pee your bed?"

" Ok, ok, you convinced me!" Ford slips his arms around her, pulling her close. "I'd never be able to explain that ," Ford laughs.

Buffy snuggles up to him, her head under his chin. She sighs happily.

" Do you love me ,Billy Ford?"

" Yeah, Buff. I do. I said that just a minute or two ago," Ford says softly. " Funny I didn't hear it back."

Buffy pulls away a little, and slides up, so they are nose to nose. She stares into his eyes.

" I love you, Billy Ford. I love you so much, I ache when I'm not in your arms. I adore you, and need you, and want you and need you… I love you so, so much!" She kisses him.

They kiss for awhile, pause, then kiss again for another while.

" Hmmm… yeah, I'm pretty adorable, I admit," Ford teases her.

" You… bad boy!" She pats his bottom again. " What'm I gonna do with you?"

" Love me?" Billy grins.

" Hmmm… ok" She snuggles close to him.

They hold each other until, almost like two innocents, they fall asleep in each other's arms.

4

Cordelia sits at her desk, staring down at the pages opened in front of her.

She's stared at the same pages for the last 20 minutes. She can't think , can't read, can't study. All she can do is think about Faith.

Finally, frustrated, she closes the book in front of her, pushing it away. She stares out into space, her eyes seeing something far, far away.

Finally, snapping back to the here and now, she opens a drawer. Feeling around, she finds the key she keeps hidden in a little hidden slot in the drawer. She takes it out, and bends over, opening a small metal door inset in her desk. Opening the door, she takes out a slim black volume. It is titled simply "Journal"

She returns the key to its hidden spot, then closes the drawer. Opening the book, she reaches for a pen. She beings to write:

I hate her!

I love her!

She makes me crazy, in the worst and best ways. God, what hold does she have on me?

I went to her today. Why? God Why? I don't know, but I did. Yes, I remember. I had to tell her something… what was it? Oh… yes…that she couldn't treat me this way! But, I want her to. I want her to treat me this way, the way she treats me.

I watched her through the windows in the library doors. God, she's a Goddess. She's a living sculpture, hard yet soft, every muscle moving in her body as she goes through her routine. Every muscle in my body aching for her as I watch her. I stood there, entranced, frozen. And then I felt her strong arms, invisible to me, pull me in to her.

Why do I feel this way? I don't understand. I've never let anyone do this to me before. I never wanted anyone to do this to me before. Why her? WHY HER? I don't know, I can't think. All I know it is her. Her I want, need. Her I love.

I walk to her

I don't know why

I see her, and

She ignores me

I worship her with my eyes

And she ignores me

I smell her, her scent strong

Of wildflowers and earth

Musk and sour grass

Sweat and something I can't fathom

But it reaches inside me

Touches me

Holds me and commands me.

I walk around her

Make her see me

And she looks through me

Her eyes black glittery glass

Ignores me

I Scream at her, yell at her

" See me, I'm here. Take me"

Though those aren't

The words I say

It's the words of my heart, my heat.

And she grabs me, and kisses me

I'm on fire, and I melt

Into her

For her

All for her.

She grabs my hand, and pulls me into a closet. I go with her, needing her because she is she, the she that controls me.

We talk, but I don’t remember what. All I remember is her palm touching my cheek, her hand caressing my sore ass, all I want is her to touch me, because I feel the fire inside, flowing down my thighs, when she does.

God, she controls me. She absolutely controls me, and I love it. I need it. I need her to control me

It's wrong. I'm sick. I'm perverted. And I don't care.

Because when she touches me, feels me, looks at me. I feel as if I'm transcendent. I feel more than whole, I feel a part of her too. A part only she can touch, only she can have. Me, all of me. For her.

And then she takes me, and breaks me, and I'm doing something I would never do for anyone else. I'm letting her fuck me in the fucking school closet!

Sick, I'm sick, god I'm so sick… for her. Anything she wants.

All she has to do is say 3 stupid words. 3. They're easy, one syllable each. Say them. SAY THEM!

And she won't

" I won't lie to you!"

But, aren't you lying to me, not saying them? I see you, I feel you. I know you feel it too. You can't hide it, you can't deny it; it's there. I smell you, BITCH. That's right, BITCH, because you're won't say the words.

"I love you."

Even if you don't feel it, lie to me. LIE TO ME! I don't care. All I want is to hear it from your lips. So I can submit to you, love you, please you. All I want is to please you, my love. Just say it, even if it's a lie. Say it like you mean it. Someday you might.

" I love you"

Say it so I can be what I'm meant to be. Born to be. Your darling, loving, adoring slave. So I can submit to you as I'm supposed to. Say it. God, just say it!

I'm bad! I'm a bad girl. I need you, need you to punish me. Make me your girl. You're good girl. Just say it.

" I love you"

God, I'm so sick. When I saw her in the library today, I wanted to get down on my knees and worship her. I wanted to strip her naked, and lick the sweat from her body. I wanted to touch her, like she touches me, so deep it aches when no touch is there. God, Why? WHY? Why do I want her to look at me, and control me? Why? Why do I ache to feel her touch, see her smile. Why do I want her to punish me? God, I'm insane. I'm totally insane. I have to be!

I love her! I HATE her! I adore her! I despise her!

I worship her!

My goddess, my mistress, my loving Faith.

Cordy leans over, and kisses the page. She closes the book, and slides it back in the cabinet. She closes the door, and hears the lock click. It's safe, once again, from prying eyes.

No one, no one can know what she feels, how she feels. It's wrong, so wrong, and so right.

She stares into space.

Why do I feel so empty?

5

Faith walks into her upstairs apartment, and kicks the door closed behind her.

She feels exhausted. God, why? I only fought one vampire, and he was a total wimp. Why do I feel so fucking drained?

She walks over the fridge, grabbing a beer and thanking the PtB for fake ID's. She really needs a beer right now.

She walks back into the living room, and flops down on the couch, taking a healthy swallow of the beer. She sighs, feeling the liquid make it's way down her throat.

She sets down the can, and leans back, closing her eyes. Another sigh escapes her.

She thinks back to the afternoon, and Cordy in the closet. Her clinging to her, cumming on her hand. How it made her, Faith, feel. In control, powerful. How Cordy's breathing and moans and warm softness made her feel special and wanted and needed. How she held her, and how good, how soft and warm she felt in her arms.

Then you had to go and blow it, didn't you, bitch? Had to start setting conditions. Whining because I wouldn't say three stupid words. I love you. Right? Fucking blow the whole deal because I won't say it.

What's your trauma? Who the hell do you think you are? Cordelia Chase, right? Daddums spoiled little rich bitch, thinking she's in control. You're not, bitch. I'm driving the Caddy here, you're just along for the ride. You don't own me bitch, you got that way wrong. I own you. Got it? You're MINE, you little slut. Mine. Mine to play with or ignore or do what I want with. The sooner you get that, the sooner you give me you, the sooner I'll love you. YES! LOVE YOU! Get it? Think you're just going to play me, bitch? Make me love you, then walk on me? Think you're gonna be another Bree? Is that what you think? WRONGO!!!

You think you're better than me. Just like she did. She thought she was better than me, too. But you're not, slut. ´I won't call you Mistress." Well, who the fuck asked you? Who cares? You'll do what I say, whatever the fuck you call me! My way or the highway, bitch. Get it?

YOU'RE NOT BETTER THAN ME, BITCH! Faith sits up, and grabbing the can, takes another healthy swallow of beer. She can feel buzz starting, and takes another swallow. I'm not your little white trash girl you can play with and throw away. Doesn't work that way. You want me? You come to me, not the other way 'round. You crawl to me, and baby, you better believe, I'm gonna make that sexy ass of yours burn and glow. You're not getting a free ride here! Got it? Want my love? Prove it. PROVE IT! She explodes off the couch, then weaves just a little, the sudden intake of alcohol hitting her. Whoa! Heh, gotta watch that.

Her mind flashes back, and she feels Cordy's body in her arms, her head buried in her neck. So trusting, so wanting her. She feels her legs carry her into the bedroom where she took her, and took her. That's right, baby. I took you. Right here, didn't I? Faith looks at her bed, seeing

Cordy kneeling on it, opening herself to Faith. I took you right there, and took your virginity. Made you mine, baby. Right here!

Faith falls on the bed, face up, staring at the ceiling. She can smell Cordy's heat, it's always right there, right in her nostrils, swirling like a drug, enticing her. Right here, I made you a woman. Aint that a hoot, girl? Took me, another girl to grab your precious cherry. You wanted me, over all those jock cocks. Heh. You loved what I did to you, didn't you? DIDN'T YOU! Mmmm…

Faith unconsciously slips her hand under her jeans, seeking the heat that's pouring out of her. Her finger slides over the slickness already happening to her, and her eyes drop closed.

God, you know it was so hot, baby. My ' cock' in you, god you loved that. I could feel it, baby, how you loved it. How you were all frightened and scared, and how I was so gentle with you. And you looked at me with those dark eyes of yours, your face all consumed with love and lust oh YEAH baby that was hot. When you moaned when I broke through, when your whimpers turned to pants and groans, god how hot that was. The way you felt against me. So warm and soft and god you started thrusting against me god that felt… oh god… you loved it god you loved me pinching you, biting you, hurting you while I made you crazy with lust…oh yes, baby you smell so good feel so good baby l love what I'm doing to you.. you little slut wanting me bad don't you like it don't you- you want me god I want you feel you feel your hot body against mine your tits in my hands god need it that's right baby cum baby oh god you love you're doing this to me god gonna cum oh baby god yes that do that fuck me baby do it do it do it use that finger whore god I love it I love it love it oh gotta cum wanna cum cum CUMMMMM!!!!

Faith groans and rolls over, her fingers sliding into herself, humping against her hand. She begins to moan as the need in her builds and burns white hot.

That's it baby do it do it make you fingers do it yeah oh god you little slut what're you doing to me don't know don't care just do it yes, god yes baby mmmm oh fuck me do it do it DO IT DO IT NOOOOWWW Fuuuuuuccckkkk

Faith collapses on the bed, sweat rolling off her, groaning loudly as the orgasm hits her like a hammer blow. Then another and another hammers her, and she sighs deeply, closing her eyes and thinking of Cordy's soft body.

After awhile, her eyes open, and her nose is assaulted by her heat. She thighs, boxers and pants are soaked. She pushes up off the bed, feeling sated and stupid.

God, what do you want, Cor? What do you want from me? No one's made me want to do that to myself since… She shakes her head. God, why do you need me to say fucking words? Words that might be lies? What do they mean? I love you! Fuck, everything I do screams it. Just listen! Why can't you just trust me? Don't you know I won't, wouldn't hurt you? Why do you have to be so fucking proud? Just come to me baby, come to me and I'll make you feel so much the princess, you horny little slut. I drive you, sure, but you drive me too. Just do it.

STOP BEING STUPID AND COME TO ME. YOU KNOW I OWN YOU!

She stands up, stumbling towards the bathroom , needing a nice hot shower.

" Like you own me, bitch," She mutters, slamming the door behind her.

Cornell sits back from the viewing pool, smiling. He waves his hand over the water, and the images shatters apart like glass.

So easy. So damned easy. He removes the robe, and hangs it on a hook. My little girl owns your ass, slayer. And soon, I will too.

He laughs, and walks away.

6

Buffy heaves herself over the fence in her back yard, and crouches in the shadows, waiting.

She looks across the backyard to her window, and sighs, seeing it's still open. She moves quietly towards it, making sure not to rouse the next door neighbor's dog. Crap, that's just what I'd need now!

Reaching the window, she crouches beneath it, listening.

Buffy is a little scared. She overslept at Ford's, and now she's late, way late, getting home. God, please god just once let mom be busy with something else and not notice me not being there .Please, please, please!

Slowly, like a turtle peeking out of its shell, she raises her head and looks over the sill into the room. Dark. That's good. No one's in there. Good. Now, if I can just slip in, and get into bed…

Putting word to action, she climbs over the sill, slipping through the open window. As she's moving her weight to the floor of her bedroom, her foot catches on something, and she slips, banging against the wall. Oh, so very smooth Buffy. That won't be heard. Sure!

She crouches by the window, waiting for it to come. A minute passes, then another. She breathes, realizing she's been holding her breath. She stands, and her shoulder catches the rim of the lampshade overhanging her nightstand. It pops up and off the nightstand, and she dives for it, catching it. She hits the floor, cradling the lamp in her hand.

The door to her bedroom opens, and the light switches on.

Joyce Summers is standing there, baseball bat in hand.

She takes in Buffy, lying on the floor, cradling her lamp, fully dressed. And the open window. She sighs, and doesn't look at all happy. She lowers the bat.

She speaks the four words which strike a chill into children sneaking home late everywhere.

" Where have you been?"

Which of course means, ' this better be damned good, or you're grounded until you’re 35.'

She follows them up with the other two deadly words.

" Follow me."

Meaning " You're in so much trouble. You thought you knew trouble before. But this is a whole new level of trouble."

Buffy, busted and chastened, sets the lamp on the floor, and follows meekly behind her mother. She knows if she says anything right now, it could add years to her sentence.

They enter the living room, and Joyce waves at the sofa. Buffy takes a seat; Joyce stands.

For a very long while, nothing is said at all. Buffy feels the pit of her stomach freeze over, then slowly dissolve as the acid burns its way through the ice. This is bad. This is so bad, it's beyond bad.

Finally, Joyce finds her voice.

" First of all, I'm glad you're ok, Buffy," Joyce says, her voice soft and trembling. " I was so scared. I was ready to call the police. I didn't have any idea what happened to you." She turns around to Buffy, and her face is white. Her hands are shaking.

" Mom…"

" Don't speak, Buffy. I'm so angry right now, I would just be very, very quiet."

Buffy swallows hard, and falls silent. Oh, shit.

" Do you have any idea how much you scared me tonight, Buffy? I thought for sure you were hurt. Worse, I thought you were lying dying somewhere, alone and scared. I was frantic, Buffy. I even called your father…" Joyce shakes her head, remembering how pleasant that wasn't.

" Mom, I'm… "

" Be QUIET, Buffy!" Joyce barks, anger starting to take control. " What is going on with you, Buffy? Why are you doing these things?" Joyce grips her fists, and hangs her head, trying to regain control. When she speaks again, her voice is level, measured and a little distant.

" I know what's been happening between your father and me has been hard on you, Buffy. I wish I could make it different. But I can't. Your father has decided he wants to live somewhere else with someone else, and we just have to accept that, Buffy." She pauses, taking a breath." Things are hard on you, honey. I know that. They're hard on me, too. That's why I just don't understand. Why are you acting this way?"

" Mom, please, I'm…"

" No, Buffy. Sorry doesn't cut it. You started cutting school. You started getting into fights. God, Buffy, you were a cheerleader, an honor student, and you flushed that down the toilet. But then, you burned down the gym, and I still don't understand that one!"

" Mom, there were reasons, really."

" Then tell me them, Buffy. Make it make sense for me, ok?"

" I… there were… I… I can't, mom," Buffy trails off.

" You can't. You've been expelled from school, we might be liable for the damage, and you can't tell me why you did it." Joyce sits down heavily in the armchair across from the sofa. " I've tried, I've really tried to understand you, Buffy. I've made allowances, because I know you're going… we're going… through a terrible time. I've tried to not get on you, because I know you feel rejected and hurt. I know the feeling, Buffy. I really do."

" Mom, I'm so sorry…" Buffy starts to cry.

" I know you are, honey. You're not a bad girl, not really. But tonight… it's just too much, Buffy. I've reached my limit, Buffy. I can't take anymore. I can't deal with everything, and worry about where you are, if you're hurt or even still alive!" She shakes her head, and looks up, her face set. " I'm sorry, Buffy. But it stops now."

" Stops?" Buffy feels a cold chill in her heart, "What do you mean?"

" You're grounded, Buffy. You're not to leave this house for the next week. For any reason. Unless it's burning down, " Joyce adds. " We're moving in about a week, as soon as I can wrap things up here…"

" Moving?" Buffy repeats, that chill becoming an ice storm. " Where?"

" To a small town up the coast. Sunnydale. A little above Santa Barbara."

" No, " Buffy says, almost to herself.

" Excuse me? What did you say?"

" No. I don't want to move."

" You're not getting it Buffy. This isn't a choice, it's a fact." Joyce's voice grows firmer. " You've been expelled. I can't get you back into the public school system, and I can't afford private school. The school system up in Sunnydale is willing to admit you conditionally, provided you remain out of trouble. Things are going to change around here, Buffy, starting with your attitude."

" Around here, mom?" Buffy says, bitterly, "We won't be ' around here' anymore, will we?"

" This household, Buffy. You will straighten up, you will start going to school, ALL the time, and you won't get into trouble anymore. No more sneaking out, no more fights, nothing. Do you understand me, young lady?"

" Or what, mom? What're you going to do to me? Forbid me from seeing my friends? Oh, wait, I won't have any friends, because we're moving away!"

" You're friends are part of the problem, Buffy. When you were a cheerleader, you're friends were all good kids. You never got into trouble. Not til you quit. And started hanging around with that new crowd."

" That's so not true. You don't have any idea what…"

" Enlighten me Buffy, go ahead. Please. Tell me what's going on in that head of yours, because it's a mystery to me!"

" You wouldn’t understand, " Buffy grumbles, " You couldn't."

" Right, because I'm just mom. Good old clueless know nothing mom. Got it." She frowns. " Well, you're not seeing any of your ' friends' before we move, Buffy. SO, get used to it."

" Any of them? What about Billy?" Buffy goes into a panic." What about Ford?"

" Especially Billy Fordham. I don't trust that boy, not one bit."

" I have to see him, I have to!" Buffy yells. " I love him!"

Joyce feels her stomach turning over. " Love him?" Oh, god, please! PLEASE! No!

" YES! I LOVE him!" Buffy shouts. " I love him, and I won't give him up. I won't. You can't make me!"

Buffy, flushing red, stands up, and walks towards the front door.

" Elizabeth Anne Summers. Don't you dare walk out of here. We're not done here!"

" We're done mom, we're so beyond done, it's not funny," Buffy hisses at her. " No wonder dad left you! No wonder! You're nothing but a cold hearted frigid bitch!" Buffy claps her hands over her mouth, not believing she just said that. " Oh, god, mom, I'm…"

Joyce feels like a knife has been shoved through her heart. God, is that what she thinks of me? Oh god, she blames me for all of it. Is it my fault? Am I a cold hearted bitch? All that flashes through her mind in less than a blink of the eye.

" Buffy Summers," Joyce says, her tone low, "If you walk out that door, don't even think about coming back!"

Buffy stares at her. Then she turns, and without another word, walks out the door, slamming it behind her.

Joyce runs to the door, flinging it open.

" Buffy! Buffy Summers! You come back here. You come back here right now!"

But Buffy walks on, not hearing her. Her mind is awhirl, and all she hears is the anger and disgust in her mom's voice. She walks on, disappearing into the night.

Joyce leans against the door, feeling as if her legs were cut from under her. She closes the door, and walks over, sitting on the sofa.

She starts to cry.

To be continued
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