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The Rogue Slayer	By : Kinetickid Category: BtVS AU/AR > FemmeSlash - Female/Female Views: 12311 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Faith enters the house in the early morning hours, quietly easing up the stairs. Stripping her torn and ripped clothes off, she throws them in the trash before sneaking into the bathroom. Letting the hot water pound on her bruised and battered body, she leans against the side of the enclosure. �Why does B always gotta fuckin� push? She can�t leave well �nough alone.� Faith thinks to herself as she slowly starts washing her body, letting the dirt and blood swirl down the drain.

Faith�s mind drifts back to her life before being called as a slayer. The drunken mother, the boyfriend of the week. Some of the men were halfway decent guys, some liked to use their fists, while others always tried to get in her� Faith shakes her head, getting that thought to go away. Faith finishes washing her body, leaning into the hot water, letting it continue to work out some of the kinks, as she closes her eyes. �What is love, B? If it�s something� you grow up with, then I�m sadly lackin�.� Faith continues in her head before turning the water off, drying her body roughly with a towel before tucking it around her and grasping another towel, giving her hair a half-hearted rub as she walks back to her bedroom. Yanking the towel from around her off, she tosses it in the hamper as she throws the other one in behind it before running her fingers through her heavy mass of hair.

Looking at the clock, she chuckles softly. �Should I even bother goin� to bed? Mrs. S will be up and moving in less than an hour to go to work. I promised her I�d do the laundry today.� Faith questions the empty room. Sighing she yanks open a dresser drawer, pulling on a pair of skintight sweat shorts and a tank top before sitting on the edge of the bed, looking out her window at the slowly lightening sky, contemplating her life.

***

Buffy groans as she sits down across from Willow in the cafeteria.

�Rough night?� Willow questions, drinking her chocolate milk as she looks curiously at the slayer.

�Yeah. I think I pissed Faith off.� Buffy rolls her eyes. �But then again, when don�t I piss her off?� Buffy questions, grinning briefly. �So, how did the meet go with that girl from the Wicca group?�

Willow�s eyes light up. �She�s the real thing, Buff! Not one of those wanna be�s!! We�re going to get together for a little while tonight and do a spell.�

�You bringing her by the Bronze afterwards?� Buffy questions as she eats her breakfast.

�I didn�t ask.� Willow frowns. �I could. What do you think?�

�Sure, why not? The more the merrier. Give you someone to talk to while Oz is playing.� Buffy offers up as she devours her second bagel. �I�ll be there with Riley, maybe.� Buffy smirks.

�Things going any better?� Willow questions softly, watching the slayer.

�Faith actually gave me a halfway useful piece of advice last night.� Buffy admits, setting down her soda. �She said it is a job to him. And that I either needed to live with that or move on.�

�It�s scary how she can sometimes cut to the heart of a matter, isn�t it?� Willow chuckles.

�Yeah, but don�t let her know that what she said makes sense. I�ll never live it down.� Buffy�s lip curls up in a half smile. �I better head to class. Catch you later!� Buffy hops up, gathering her trash and leaves a chuckling Willow sitting alone at the table again.

***

�Anythin� else you want me to do besides the laundry?� Faith questions hoarsely as she carries down the two hampers.

�That would be a great help.� Joyce glances up, the grin on her face turning to a frown as she sees the bruised and cut slayer. �Are you okay?�

�Huh?� Faith turns to look at the woman as she�s opening the door to the basement.

�Faith, it looks like you took on a dozen vampires by yourself.� Joyce frowns deeply, walking quickly over to the slayer, eyeing the healing wounds.

�Yeah, well, that may be because I did.� Faith grins lopsidedly at the older woman. �I�ll be okay in a little while. Most of the bruises and smaller cuts will be gone by tonight.� Faith shrugs before carrying the laundry downstairs, sorting it and throwing the first load in the washer.

Joyce sighs before turning back to the stove. Pulling the big glass dish out of the oven, she sets it down on the island along with a fork before sprinkling some more shredded cheese on top and placing the hot sauce beside it.

�Damn, Mrs. S. You didn�t have to go to all this trouble.� Faith�s mouth is already watering at the sight of the huge dish full of breakfast burritos. �Not that I�m complainin� mind ya�!� Faith grins hugely at Joyce.

�I didn�t think you were, dear. If my hearing was correct, you just got in a little while ago. So, I�m betting that you�re extremely hungry.� Joyce explains as she sits down with a cup of coffee and a couple slices of toast.

�Ain�t you gonna have some?� Faith waves the fork towards the dish as she grabs a water out of the refrigerator.

�No. It�s all for you.� Joyce chuckles as Faith cuts out a huge section of burrito before scooping it up. �Be careful, I just pulled it out of the oven.�

�A little heat ain�t never hurt no-one.� Faith growls before she pours on some hot sauce, shoving the food in her mouth. Groaning, she chews for a few moments before swallowing. �Damn, Mrs. S. You sure can cook.� Faith mutters before digging in.

Joyce laughs softly as Faith quickly works her way through the food. �Thanks, Faith. I appreciate the compliment.� Joyce finishes her coffee and toast. �You want me to leave the coffee pot on?�

�Nah, go ahead and turn it off. I�ll just nuke me what I want later.� Faith mumbles around a mouthful of food.

�Try and get some sleep today, Faith. If you don�t get to do the laundry, it�s okay.� Joyce looks at the slayer for a long moment. �I appreciate everything you do around here to help.�

�Don�t do that much.� Faith looks down in embarrassment. �Got anything comin� in at the shop that you need me to help ya� unpack this week?�

�I have a shipment coming in Wednesday, and hopefully another one Friday.� Joyce pulls on her blazer as she grabs her purse and keys. �I�m serious. Thanks for everything. If I don�t see you before you head out tonight, be careful.�

�Thanks, Mrs. S.� Faith let�s a quick grin cross her face at the older woman before she goes back to eating her breakfast.

Joyce sighs quietly before leaving the house, knowing the slayer doesn�t feel like she does that much around the house, but considering the fact the woman almost invariably does the majority of the laundry and cleaning, Joyce almost feels like she�s taking advantage of the young woman. A small grin crosses her face as she remembers Faith threatening her bodily harm if she let any of the Scoobies know that she�s cleaning and doing laundry. The first time she�d come home to find all the laundry done, even her outfits pressed neatly and hung up in the closet, Joyce had just about had a heart attack. When Faith had shyly said something about wanting to help out as much as possible, Joyce had to physically grab onto the counter so she wouldn�t hug the poor girl to her. Knowing that Faith would be embarrassed by the display of affection, Joyce occasionally just grasps the slayer�s shoulder or runs a gentle hand over her head.

Shaking her head at the thought of the very confusing young woman, Joyce climbs in the Jeep, driving to work.

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Faith groans quietly as her cell phone rings. Pulling it out and seeing Buffy and Willow�s number on the caller ID, she answers. �Let me call you right back, got a live one.� She states quickly before flipping it shut, tucking it away. Following the vampire around the corner into the dark alleyway, Faith jumps back as he swings a chain at her head.

�Heard there was a slayer in this town. I�m aimin� to make you dinner.� The badly dressed vampire snarls, swinging the chain again.

Faith jumps high over the chain, landing right beside the vampire, wrapping her arm around his neck and twisting. As she hears his neck pop, as she breaks it, she drops him on the ground looking up and down the alleyway. Not seeing or feeling any other vampires, she quickly stakes him. Walking back out of the alleyway, she digs her phone out, calling Buffy. �Yo, what�cha want?�

�Sorry to bother you, but it was later than I realized and I was wondering if you would mind playing bodyguard again tonight?� Willow questions, smiling apologetically at Tara.

�Damn, I�m starting to think I oughta get me a sign that says bodyguard for hire.� Faith drawls sarcastically. �I was just on my way to the Bronze, via a couple cemeteries. I guess I can add the college onto the list of things to hit. It�ll probably be half an hour �fore I get there.�

�Thanks, Faith. I owe you.� Willow grins as she hears a throaty chuckle on the other end of the phone.

�Be careful what�cha say, Red. I might take you up on it.� Faith laughs as she hangs up after Willow squeals out her name in embarrassment.

�She�ll be here in half an hour. Just to warn you, she�s a little� rough around the edges, I guess would be a good word.� Willow smiles gently at the shy blonde.

�Th-that�s okay.� Tara glances up, briefly before looking back down to pick at her skirt. �You s-sure you w-want me to go with you?� Tara questions hesitantly.

�Sure! Buffy wouldn�t mind meeting you. Of course, she�ll be there with Riley, and she gets very Riley absorbed when they�re together. My boyfriend plays in the band, and Faith� well, she�s Faith.� Willow shrugs, not knowing how to explain the dark-haired slayer. �It�ll be nice to have someone to talk to. Plus you said you�d never been, so it�s kind of like an initiation thing going there!� Willow bounces on Buffy�s bed, grinning.

Tara can�t help but giggle at the redheads obvious excitement. �Okay. B-but I�m not m-much of a dancer.� Tara grins self-consciously.

�Neither am I. Doesn�t stop me.� Willow stands and runs a brush through her hair, straightening her outfit. �That spell was great! Do you mind if we, maybe, make plans to get together once or twice a week? You know, to talk about spells, and stuff?�

Tara chuckles quietly. �That�s f-fine. I�ve b-been looking for someone to practice with. I haven�t done much in the last couple y-years.� Tara admits softly.

�Why not?� Willow comes to sit beside the blonde witch, hearing a note of sadness in her tones.

�B-because I d-didn�t h-have anyone t-to p-practice w-with.� Tara stutters horribly, tilting her head forward so her hair will cover her red face.

�Oh.� Willow frowns as she watches the woman. �Well, that�s changed. I really need the help. Most of my potions come out soup.� Willow admits. �I usually can�t make my spells come out right.�

�T-there�s a lot of n-negative energy in this town.� Tara glances up, thankful Willow changed the subject. �If you�re n-not careful, you�ll tap into that, and it would be bad news.� Tara whispers quietly. �That�s why I usually w-work with my own energy, then walk out of town to this b-beautiful spot on the weekends to re-charge and cleanse.� Tara smiles at the thought of the beautiful lake outside of town, with the positive energy and the natural lei-lines.

�You can help me with that?� Willow questions hopefully.

�Y-yes.� Tara smiles, then jumps as a firm knock comes on the door.

�That�s Faith.� Willow grins happily. �Come on. Let�s go dance.� Willow grasps Tara�s hand, tugging the witch to follow her. Opening the door, she raises an eyebrow at Faith, who�s brushing off vampire dust from her pants.

�Yo, Red. I would think with the�� Faith trails off, shutting up quick, when she realizes Willow isn�t in the room by herself. �Hi, Red.� Faith grins crookedly.

Willow sighs and mouths �thank you� at the slayer, watching as Faith nods her head in acknowledgement. �Faith, this is Tara. Tara, this is Faith.�

Tara tilts her head, seeing the woman that had been staring at her in the Wicca meeting. �H-hi.� Tara blushes and looks down.

�Hey. I guess you two are wanting to go to the Bronze, huh?� Faith asks in her whiskey rough tone.

�I appreciate it. You can never be too careful walking around town at night.� Willow quirks her lip in appreciation at the dark-haired slayer.

�Nope. Definitely can�t be to safe. No telling what big uglies might show up and try and give you girls a run for your money.� Faith smirks at the redhead, before letting her eyes trail over the blonde.   �Come on, Blondie. Looks like you could use a night of fun.�

Tara jerks her head up, her eyes wide in surprise, before she blushes and looks back down. Quietly she walks along beside the other two women.

�So, B and lover boy gonna be there?� Faith questions as she shortens her steps to make it easier for the other two women to keep up with her.

�Yes, Buffy and Riley are going to be there.� Willow rolls her eyes. �You have a hot date tonight?� Willow questions, raising an eyebrow at Faith.

�Probably. Don�t know yet. I�ll find out if there�s someone at the Bronze.� Faith smirks knowingly at the redhead.

�Faith!� Willow hisses at the dark-haired slayer.

Tara can�t help the little chuckle that escapes, as she glances up at the two women. Seeing the almost devil-may care look on Faith�s face, and the extremely mortified look on Willow�s. �At least she�s being honest.� Tara whispers quietly, before looking back down as dark brown eyes lock with hers.

�See� she knows when not to argue, or question.� Faith waves her hand at the blonde. �I am what I am, and that�s all that I am.� Faith snorts back a laugh.

�You�ve been watching too many cartoons.� Willow states exasperatedly. �I never would have taken you for a Popeye fan.�

�Not. Just like that sayin�.� Faith admits, grinning hugely. �Here you are, ladies. All safe and sound.� Faith chuckles as she grabs money out of her pocket to pay for her cover charge.

�I-I�ll pay.� Tara offers quietly, digging some cash out of her purse, handing it to the bouncer.

�Thanks. You didn�t have to do that.� Faith eyes the woman again, wondering if she wears anything besides baggy shirts and long skirts. Shaking her head, wondering why she even cares what the woman wears, Faith lets the two women precede her into the bar, before she splits off, heading towards the bar, while Tara and Willow make a beeline to Buffy.

Throwing a couple dollars on the bar, Faith accepts the soda, heading up the stairs to look out over the crowd below. Not seeing or feeling anything amiss, Faith relaxes against the railing, letting her eyes roam over the group sitting close to the dance floor. Watching Willow give Oz a quick kiss before he heads up on stage, she watches as Tara glances around nervously. Seeing Buffy all curled up against Riley, Faith figures she finally decided to let bygones be bygones with him. Sipping her soda, she lets her eyes drift back over the blonde. Running her tongue over her bottom lip as a drop of soda tries to escape, her eyes widen in surprise as Tara looks up, making eye contact with her for a few long moments, almost as if she felt her eyes on the woman.   Faith stands there, not moving as she feels her heart speed up the tiniest bit, before Tara�s scrutiny is broken by Willow asking her something. Sighing, Faith finishes the soda, placing it on the table behind her as she determinedly doesn�t look down at the witch again.

***

�Tara, this is Buffy and Riley. Guys, this is Tara.� Willow bounces up to the table before plopping down. �Oooh. And here�s my boyfriend, Oz.� Willow�s eyes light up as Oz makes his way towards the table.

�Hey.� Oz nods his head before draping an arm casually around Willow�s shoulder.

�Hi.� Tara blushes, looking down.

�So, you�re a real witch, huh?� Buffy questions, tearing her gaze away from Riley for a few moments.

�Y-yes.� Tara answers hesitantly, looking at Willow, who nods encouragingly. Smiling briefly, she tries to relax. �All my life.� Tara admits.

�You must be powerful.� Buffy eyes the woman a little more seriously.

�I-I don�t know a-about that.� Tara blushes. �My m-mom was.�

�I need to go up.� Oz whispers softly, placing a quick kiss on Willow�s lips.

Willow grins as she watches Oz head up on stage. Sighing quietly, she glances back at Buffy who�s engrossed with Riley again, before looking at Tara and rolling her eyes, making the witch giggle. �You want something to drink?�

�No, I�m okay.� Tara shakes her head, smiling gently. Tara starts glancing around the Bronze, looking at some of the different people and the d�cor, when she has the distinct impression that she�s being watched. Sighing quietly, she let�s a small smile cross her lips. �Is Faith staring again?� She wonders to herself, not realizing she already knows the woman�s aura well enough to zoom in on exactly where the dark-haired woman is. Looking straight up to the balcony, she catches the slayer�s tongue disappearing back in her mouth. Seeing the dark brown eyes widen in surprise, Tara watches her for a long moment, seeing a very lonely, somewhat angry woman standing there. Separate from her friends of her own choosing. Feeling a sadness for the woman creeping in, Tara tilts her head for a moment, wondering what makes the woman tick, when Willow interrupts her contemplation.

�Tara, you want to dance?� Willow questions as The Dingoes start to play one of her favorite songs.

�Not r-right now. Thanks.� Tara shakes her head, briefly looking back up, sighing as Faith�s looking elsewhere.

�Buffy?� Willow questions hopefully.

�Sure. Come on, Riley.� Buffy drags Riley out of the seat, and onto the dance floor.

Tara chuckles softly as she watches the group dance. Riley with a look of put upon despair on his face while he sort of shifts around, Buffy who seems to really get into the music and Willow who, as per the norm, is bouncing around to the music. Not being able to help herself, Tara glances back up to where Faith had been standing, frowning as the woman has disappeared. Letting herself feel for her aura, she glances a little further down, seeing her standing in the shadows to where you almost couldn�t see her at the back of the catwalk. Biting her lip at the thought of the obvious loner, Tara slowly stands, walking to the bar and orders a couple sodas. Slowly working her way up the steps, she places one of the drinks on the table beside Faith.

�Okay, what do I do now?� Tara questions herself as she sips her drink, walking a little ways down the railing so there�s a couple yards between her and Faith.

Faith turns her gaze on the soda Tara placed beside her up to the witch who�s not crowding her, but who�s not leaving either. Glancing back down at the dance floor, she watches as Xander and Anya, who obviously just arrived, make their way out on the dance floor. Watching as the group dances, talks and laughs with each other, her eyes invariably travels back to the blonde. �Why ain�t ya� down on the dance floor with the rest of the group?� Faith finally questions.

�I�m not much of a d-dancer.� Tara admits, running her finger over the top of her glass as she watches the group down on the dance floor.

�Most of them ain�t either, but it don�t stop �em.� Faith feels her lip quirk as she watches Xander and Anya try and dance.

�They probably look like p-professionals compared to m-me.� Tara states disparagingly.

Faith reaches for the glass, bringing it to her lips she takes a sip, considering the woman. �I bet you can dance.� Faith raises an eyebrow as the woman turns surprised eyes on her. �I bet you�� Faith trails off, trying to think of something good to bet the witch.

Tara tilts her head watching the dark-haired woman, wondering what she�s going to say.

�I bet you a pepperoni pizza, that you can dance.� Faith smirks at the witch.

Tara raises an eyebrow at the woman. �You want to bet food on my being able to dance?� Tara states in disbelief, not stuttering once, she�s so shocked.

�Sure, why not? If I wanted to bet you a roll in the hay, you might not wanta do it.� Faith leers at the woman, chuckling as she blushes and looks away.

�And maybe I would.� Tara glances back, her eyes daring. Not knowing where her new found courage came from, but liking it.

Faith guffaws loudly. �Damn! I thought you was a shy one. Come on. Gotta see if you dance, now.� Faith urges the woman down the steps. Quickly following behind Tara, she places her drink on the Scoobies table beside Tara�s glass.
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