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AU of This Year's Girl, prompt #18: Honesty

Out of all the possible ways that night could have panned out, this had been the least expected by any one of them.
Buffy hung the phone back on its receiver, unsure how she was going to break the news.
"Buffy?" Giles is immediately at her side, one hand placed firmly on his Slayer's shoulder in an unconscious act of comfort. "What is it?"
His voice seems to break her from a trance. Buffy looks up at Giles, his words having finally registered, and she inhales sharply.
She can't bring herself to look at anything other than the floor when she says it.
"It's Faith… She's awake."

Senses on high alert, Buffy pulls her jacket tighter around her waist. It's just too quiet. Sure, she'd run into several vamps during her unnecessarily thorough search through Sunnydale- the entirety of Sunnydale. The blonde Slayer was now halfway to the beachfront city limit sign for the second time.
Buffy sighs, a storm of emotions coursing through her veins as she recalls the conversation with her friends and Giles earlier that night.
"She could be terrified. Maybe she doesn't even remember… Or maybe she does, and she's sorry, and she's alone, hiding somewhere?" Though the thoughts are verbalized, the words taste wrong on her tongue. But Buffy refuses to let the others- to let herself- feel the uncertainty there.
She silently thanks Giles for entertaining the idea: "Perhaps there's some form of rehabilitation we haven't thought about."
"And if not? Ass-kicking makes a solid Plan B."
Even now, Buffy flinches at the words Willow had said. She understood all too well why the others remained unconvinced; Faith had committed a lot of unforgivable acts against them. She had played the double agent, feeding information to the Mayor and ultimately joining forces with him to hurt Buffy and aid in the Mayor's reign of terror. Faith had attacked Xander, she held Willow captive at knifepoint. She nearly killed Angel. Angel; whom at the time, Buffy considered the love of her life.
So why was Buffy looking for Faith, adamant on trying to help her instead of make Faith pay for the things she had done?
It wasn't a simple answer. Buffy didn't even truly know herself. What she did know was that Faith had not been the only one at fault in her descent into darkness. She'd had the past eight months to think about what it was that had gone so wrong between the two Slayers. Buffy never voiced her thoughts, not even to Giles; but she knew there was more that could have been done.
Faith was alone. From what Buffy had gathered by the offhanded comments she occasionally made, the brunette had had her fair share of hurt in her life, both mental and physical. Faith's trust issues as she first arrived in Sunnydale more than proved that.
No, Buffy didn't take to Faith immediately. In truth, the two girls had only truly connected a handful of times, when the blonde had finally given in to the allure of Faith's carefree lifestyle. The first time, wires were crossed (more like horrifically tangled) and the Slayers had been pitted against each other, over the lies and manipulation of Gwendolyn Post. The second and last time Buffy had been swept up in Faith's whirlwind, a man was killed.
But now, looking back; Buffy was disgusted with the way they had treated Faith. Firstly, she didn't know why any of them- her mother and Giles especially- had allowed her to live in the squalor of the Sunnydale Motel. She was a teenager, no family or friends before she came here. Truthfully, even after.
And how the hell did a seventeen year old girl with no income and nobody looking out for her pay for a $5 a night motel for nearly six months? Buffy suspected she didn't want to know.
As she slowly made her way back downtown, Buffy- lost in the thoughts and emotions of guilt- nearly missed the echoing shout that sent chills down her spine as the sound rang through the empty streets. It's then, finally pulled back into reality, that she feels the faint but familiar thrill spreading through her veins.
She whips her head around as she hears the shout once more. The blonde slayer stares in disbelief in the direction of the screams for a long moment, and then breaks out in a full sprint toward the noise.
Faith. Oh, god, it's her. It's Faith.
It takes barely two minutes to reach the source of the yelling, and as Buffy gets closer, she discovers it's more than just that. She can hear Faith much clearer now, and she's certain the brunette is fighting something; human or demon, she doesn't know. The Slayer prays for the latter.
Buffy hesitates as she stumbles upon the fight. She's almost frozen in place at the sight of the other Slayer.
Faith's attacks are familiar to Buffy as she takes in the scene. She's struggling to gain the upper hand against two demons in ceremonial robes; demons whose appearance Buffy recognizes, but she can't remember what Giles called them. The younger girl is wild and reckless in her assault, of course, but Buffy realizes quickly that Faith must still be too weak to take on the demons alone. She's fighting on pure instinct, as the blonde has seen before… but it's more than that. Faith's defense is something feral, primal; and it sends a cold, sinister chill through the other Slayer.
The pause Buffy takes to grasp this reality lasted mere seconds, and she steeled herself- unsheathing a blade from her jacket- before launching into the fray.
Buffy makes quick work of the first demon before turning to the second- and proceeding to watch in horror as Faith, having forced the remaining fiend to the ground with a vicious kick to its knees, wraps one arm around the demon and begins to drive her fingers through the flesh of its jugular. The dark Slayer shrieks, an unnerving pierce into the silence, as she finally wrenches the monster's head from its body.
It's eerily quiet while Buffy looks the other Slayer up and down. She doesn't notice anything, at first, besides the clothes Faith is wearing- a dark t-shirt and cutoff shorts that Buffy thinks she's seen before. The blonde regards her with sadness; it's probably 40 degrees outside, and the brunette doesn't even have shoes on- let alone warm clothes. She tries not to focus too much on Faith's hands, drenched in blood from her display moments earlier.
That line of thought stops abruptly when Faith turns her gaze to Buffy's direction. Thousands of words race through the older girl's head, stepping back a step or two before sheathing her knife again and raising her empty hands in an unthreatening gesture. Faith only stares at her, and, with the same flash of brutality in her glare as when Buffy first arrived, she raises her right hand to her face and proceeds to lap up the blood on her fingers.
The blonde Slayer recoils. The expression on Buffy's face contorts; a mix of terror, repulsion and concern clouding her features as the brunette continues to lick the gore off her skin. She doesn't blink, and doesn't break eye contact.
Before Buffy can react any further, Faith is gone in a blur of motion. She curses and bolts into action after the other girl, following the flash of her dark hair and pull of the Slayer connection.
Mere seconds pass before she loses sight of the brunette's form and stops. Buffy turns back and forth, eyes scanning the shadows around her for the escaped Slayer. She only has the time to take a deep breath, and then she's slammed into the pavement.
Faith's hands wind around the throat of her target, pinning the blonde to the ground and trapping her under her own weight.
A growl reverberates from the brunette's chest, but Buffy is too busy gasping for breath to hear it the first time. So Faith leans closer, her harsh breath hitting the older girl's face.
"You're here to kill me."
To Faith, it isn't a question. But Buffy, straining to find her voice under the Slayer's grip, shakes her head.
"N-no…" she rasps. "Not… kill you. Help."
Then Faith's weight- and her hands- are gone. Buffy barely registers the sound of her Slayer counterpart's wild, unnatural laugh as she gulps air back into her lungs.
Finally, Buffy looks up at the girl who paces back and forth in front of her. Faith, eyes wide and breath quick, studies the gasping blonde at her feet.
"Help? What the fuck do you think you're going to do to "help", Buffy Summers?"
The girl in question braces her hands on the cement before slowly pushing to her feet. Seeing Faith flinch anyway, Buffy takes a few steps back and raises her hands in a repeat of their earlier encounter.
"I don't know, Faith," the older girl frowns when she's answered with more cackling. "I didn't get that far ahead, alright? I was too busy looking for you, making sure you were safe and okay. I didn't have the chance to figure out the rest."
The dark Slayer raises her eyebrow at Buffy's reasoning. A few seconds tick by as the Slayers inspect each other; Faith pacing from one side of the street to the other in front of her predecessor, and Buffy holding herself completely still while cautiously aware of the figure before her.
Finally, Faith just shrugs. "Good luck with that," she says, and slips behind the back door of the building they had been standing behind.
The alleyway turns eerie without the brunette's presence, and Buffy can't make heads or tails of her current situation. She doesn't know where Faith's head is at, though it was fair to assume the worst when considering the other girl's actions in the past ten minutes. The blonde has absolutely no clue what was going to happen if she pursued Faith once again, nor any idea of her own plan of action; in the unlikely event that Faith does accept her help. She's reached an impasse, fearing the worst while praying to whatever god may be around that this time, she can save Faith: from the world, that's proven cruel and unforgiving toward the dark Slayer. But more importantly, from herself.
Buffy takes a breath, and allows the tether of the Slayer connection lead her to Faith once again.
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