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Heart's Desire	By : PencilNeck Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > FemmeSlash - Female/Female > Buffy/Faith Views: 9582 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter 2: Goody Two Shoes

Dawn sits quietly in the library, chewing on the end of her pen. Staring at words in Latin that she swears she should understand. In fact, she’s sure she read this exact same passage in the last giant moldy tome of demonyness.
“Ergh! Stupid Watcher’s exam!” Dawn pushes the book away from her. She can’t concentrate. Can’t think about demons and prophecies and friggin’ Latin any more.
She links her fingers behind her head and stretches her back. Cracks it. That’s a bit better. Stands up and stretches her legs. Much better. Looks at her watch. It’ll be light soon. She should be sleeping… But it’s hard not to be nocturnal in this place.
Dawn looks at the desk piled with books and parchments.
“I’m gonna see what Buffy’s doing…”
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Dawn wanders the hallways, peeking into doorways as she passes. Heeeere BuffyBuffyBuffy! Where is she? She’s s’posed to stay on the grounds, now that she’s… on hiatus.
Dawn decides to give up the hunt and go to bed. She makes her way to the residence wing. Starting to look forward to sleep… Hey! Who’s that sneaking in all quiet like?
“Buffy?”
“No I didn’t!” Buffy quickly tucks something up the sleeve of her leather jacket.
“Unh, okay. Where you been? I’ve looked all over for you.” Dawn is cranky when she’s tired.
“I went for a walk. Night air...”
“You shoulda told me, I’d have come with.”
“Next time Dawnie… I was just a bit restless. No biggie.” Buffy’s hand gesture is a bit too gestury, and the stake slips out from its hiding place.
“Buffy! Did you go out on patrol?” Dawn picks up the stake. Very dusty. Recent usage.
“So what if I did? I’m the Slayer! I slay!” Buffy grabs the stake from her sister’s hand.
“But you’re… off the rotation… right now. And unauthorized patrols are against the rules.” Dawn folds her arms across her chest. Arches an eyebrow.
“Are you channeling Giles? ‘Cos it’s not attractive.” Buffy turns to leave.
“If you get hurt and we don’t know you’re out there… There are rules for a reason! You made them, you should know this!” Dawn follows Buffy down the hallway. She tugs at Buffy’s sleeve.
“For chrissake, get off me!” Buffy jerks her arm, pulling her sleeve from Dawn’s grasp. “Honestly…” Buffy turns to face her little sister. “The rules are for them. Their protection. I don’t need protecting. The rules don’t apply.”
“I’ll tell Xander… a-and Giles!” Dawn threatens, reaching her hand out to stop her sister from walking away.
There’s a loud slapping noise.
Dawn’s cheek burns.
Buffy smirks.
“I don’t care whatcha do. Just stay away from me.”
Dawn watches through watery eyes as Buffy turns and walks away.
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Faith’s head doesn’t leave the table. Faith’s head likes it where it is.
“Are you even listening?” Giles brings the flat of his hand down on the table, jolting Faith up.
“Listening!” Ouch… Bad hangover. Bad flight. Lotsa little bottles. “There’s something wrong with B. I coulda toldja that without you dragging me across the planet…”
“Look, this is serious. Her behavior has already cost lives, and she’s becoming increasingly worse.” Giles is using impatient voice.
“So, somebody give her a spanking, or a big fuzzy puppy. Whatever works. She’s not going to listen to me.”
“I understand that this is difficult for you. But Faith, you’re particularly well equipped to deal with the situation. With the work we’ve been doing, and your… erm… history with Buffy.”
“But Giles, you’re her watcher! Damn, you’re practically her father. Why don’t you go give her the pep talk?”
“I haven’t been Buffy’s watcher for a very long time. And she still doesn’t trust me. Not completely. Don’t get me wrong, we’ve patched things up. But it’s delicate.” Giles tries to hide it, but Faith can hear the strain in his voice. “With Buffy’s condition such as it is, I have to make sure that her influence on operations here is minimal. I’ll do what I can, but I believe in you, Faith. You can do this.”
Faith sighs. He believes in her.
“FINE!” She takes a moment to consider what she’s agreeing to. Shakes her head. Looks up at Giles.
“So, what did you have in mind?”
“Just spend some time with her. Gauge the situation, and report back to me. Just be her friend, Faith.”
“Mmm-hmmm. ‘Cos that’s worked so well for us in the past.”
“That was a long time ago. You are friends. And she’s in very serious trouble.” Giles is using no-patience voice AND scared-voice. No defense for that combo.
“Okay! Okay! I’ll go make nice with Buffy.” Faith drags herself to the bed. “Now you go. I sleep.” Flops down over the bedspread. Reaches behind her and pulls the sheets around her.
“Fine, I’ll contact you when she leaves for patrol.” He stands up, gathering his things.
“Mnuurgh…”
“Good Morning to you too.” And he shuts the door quietly behind him.
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Buffy runs down the hill with slayer speed, giddy with rule-breaking and slay-anticipation. Who knew there were so many vamps in one little tiny village? It’s an all-you-can-slay buffet!
Buffy reaches the edge of town, and slows to a brisk walk. Starting the rounds.
There’s something about slaying alone… No teams, no headsets. One girl, in all the world. She remembers when that was true. One girl… Chosen. Instinct, training, and a sharp pointy stick.
Ahhh, the good old days.
She wanders through the shadowy little village, senses on alert. The past few days of patrolling, have sharpened her old intuition. Not that she wasn’t sharp before. Just used to technology and a team of slayers to watch her back.
“I can watch my own back. Well, no, cos I’m not that bendy.” She grins to herself. Remembering her one night stand. “Not normally, anyhow.”
Strutting now, arms swaying out at her sides. Feeling sexy. She looks up at the stars, so bright out here in the country. She walks past the small church, hundreds of years older than any of her ex-boyfriends. Hops over the squeaky rusted gate. And disappears among the rows of old stones.
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“Is that a stake in your pants B, or are you just happy to see me?”
“Both!” With a squeal, Buffy leaps off the tombstone and runs toward her friend. “Omigod Faith! When did you get into town? Nobody told me!” And quickly grabs Faith up in a huge, Buffy-sized hug. “And with me all in-chargy, people should tell me. I should be all with the knowledge.” Buffy pouts, her sparkly green eyes meeting deep brown as she pulls her face back from the taller girl’s neck.
“Ergggh… B! Gotta breathe, ‘kay?” Faith delicately pulls away from Buffy’s crushing arms. “Missed you too, though.” Faith chuckles at the ground while rubbing her side. “What’s the sitch?”
“Oh, just patrolling. Old times’ sake. Been doing it last few days.” Buffy grins at her friend. “You know the drill. Stalk. Scorn. Stake.” With a wry smile, Buffy lifts her arm to smooth a stray blond lock from her face. “Seriously though, where’ve you been?”
“Around. The whole Scotland vibe never worked for me. Too damn cold. Chafing issues.” Faith looked down at her black leather pants, shrugging. “And besides, I like beating the bad guys one on one. Bigger rush. And the hell I’m taking orders from Xander!” Faith emphasizes her point by punching her open hand with her fist.
Buffy laughs. Tilts her head. “Wanna come with?”
“Hell yeah!”
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“You WHAT?” Faith looks incredulously at Buffy, trying to hold it together.
“You’re laughing at me! Why do I tell you anything?” Buffy pretends to sulk, but a smile betrays her.
“Gettin’ your naughty on is one thing, but you… with the… upside down… and the stretching involved…” Faith gives up, and doubles over with laughter. “I ca... I can’t even…”
“He had great hair!” Buffy whines. Lightly punches Faith in the shoulder.
Faith collapses against the fence with a torrent of giggles.
Buffy cocks her head and raises an eyebrow. Get a load of shiny happy Faith. Looks good on her. Instead she says,
“Nice to have you back, Faith.”
“Nice to be back.” Faith’s face gets serious for a moment. A breath. She raises an eyebrow.
“Great HAIR?” and bursts out with a low throaty snicker. She shoves Buffy with her shoulder as she stands. Buffy shoulders her back.
They walk through the centuries old cemetery, and out under the large wrought iron gable.
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Faith waves goodbye to Buffy, as they split up for their respective walks home. Buffy blows a kiss, and then turns and runs up the hill to the castle. Her blond hair sparkles in the amber light of the rising sun.
Faith watches her go. And then flips her cell open and speed dials.
“Hey Giles! Just left Buffy. She’s on her way back to you.”
“And how was it?”
“Great! We walked, we talked. We repelled the undead hordes…” Faith kicks pebbles while she walks. Almost like skipping.
“So nothing happened? Nothing out of the ordinary?”
“Nah. B seems fine to me. Better than fine. She seemed great!”
“Hmmm…”
“Are you sure you aren’t like, freaking over nothing?”
“No, I’m not sure. But that’s why I ‘dragged your ass halfway across the planet’, as you so eloquently put it.” Giles is cranky this early in the morning. “So that you can find out for me.”
“Just a question… Geez.”
“Look, just stick with Buffy. I’m certain you’ll see signs of her aberrant behavior, eventually. Now go home and get some rest.”
“Will do, boss. Be back in the A.M. Wanna see Dawnie…” Uh-oh… slayer senses on alert… “Gotta go!” Faith flips the phone down and puts it in her pocket.
Keeps walking down the laneway. Feeling for the vamp… he’s out there…
“Well noue, a young lass, oot here all alooin?” He steps out of the bushes, into the road ahead of her. “What eaver shall we do aboot tha’?”
Faith rolls her eyes. Reaches back and pulls the stake out from the waistband of her leathers. Keeps her hand behind her back.
“Come and get me, Scotty!”
The vampire springs forward, arms outstretched.
“Oh, puh-lease!” Faith sidesteps the obvious move, and stakes the vamp as he passes.
She wipes the stake off with her shirt. Tucks it back in her waistband.
“Newbies.”
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Faith pushes the large double door open, and walks into a most impressive library. She pauses at the door. Scans the room for the tall, gangly brunette. God, she must be 21, 22 now, Faith considers, I may not recognize the brat.
She slowly wanders down the main hallway, looking through the stacks. In her mind she’s seeing Dawn in pigtails, stuffing her face with popcorn and staring wide eyed at Xander. She’s stuck in that memory, when she hears a squeal.
“Omigod, Faith! Where’d you come from?” Dawn practically belly flops onto Faith, wrapping long arms around the slayer. Faith smiles, noticing that Dawn is taller than ever.
“Hey kid! When’d you get so big?” Faith returns the hug, making sure to keep her slayer strength at bay.
“Seriously, this is nothing. You shoulda seen me before. I was way bigger. Taller. Not… bigger. But then I got better.” Dawn stops crushing the girl and grins.
“I can see that, Dawnie. Nice threads, by the by.” Faith notices the fitted wool skirt and jacket. Flattering, in a tartan, Bravehearty way. “You going all bagpipes and haggis on us now?”
“No, still a California girl. But I am a trainee Watcher. And I’m pretty slick with a sword now, too.” Dawn beams proudly. So happy that Faith is here. “Now, where have you BEEN? It’s been ages!”
“I’ve been practically everywhere on this side of the planet. But I got some shore leave, and thought who better to spend my time with than the Summers sisters?”
Dawn growls. “She is SO not my sister right now.”
“Geez, little D. Sounds like you and big sis had quite the tiff.”
“You could say that. Or you could say that Buffy’s turned into Miss Megabitch. And that if we ever speak again it’ll be a bigger miracle than when she… you know… came back.” Dawn gets quiet.
“Hey Kid, don’t sweat it. I heard that in real families, people fight. They get over it. Let’s go get ice cream and talk about boys.” Faith swings an arm around Dawn’s shoulders, and veers her out of the library.
“You do know that I’m 22 now. I drive, I have a job, and I drink whisky sours. Sometimes even martinis. I’m not a kid anymore.” Dawn pouts and stomps her foot in frustration.
“Did you think that maybe I want ice cream?” Faith smiles her slow smile, and pokes Dawn in the ribs. “Let’s go get some butter ripple, and you can tell me all about how growed up you are.”
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“So how tall did you get, Alice?” Faith can hardly control herself. Summers women and their crap taste in men. They’re so alike. A little monster in their men. Spike nailed that one.
“Oh, like tall. Like several stories high tall. Like, see that house there?” She points. “Taller. And the icky thing was that the whole time? I only had one outfit.” Dawn’s lips curl up. She made a funny. “And the Alice thing? Xander’s done it to death!”
Faith wipes her eyes. Laughing comes so easily to her now. It feels great.
“So what did the guy have, little signs… Drink Me…. Eat Me…?” Faith snorts into her bowl, trying not to laugh again.
Dawn catches her meaning, and cracks up with her. “You’re gross.”
“I’m gross? I never nailed a Thricewise, or a hairy demon thingie. I save my humpin’ for humans.” Faith shakes her head, leering, and scoops up a big mouthful of ice cream.
“Girl-shaped or boy-shaped humans? Wait… hairy demon thingie?” Dawn holds a spoonful of rocky road at her lips.
“Buffy.” Faith admits, talking with her mouth full. “Said she got down and dirty a little while back… some pretty-boy demon with great hair.” She makes a face.
“Did she say what kind of demon?” Dawn slips into Watcher mode. “Cos the way she’s been acting lately, it could be a curse or a spell…” She breaks off, looking hopefully at Faith.
“That’s your deal, not mine, Dawnie.”
“Yeah but what if she HAS been like, cursed or whammied?” Dawn’s thinking aloud. “Or worse, what if she’s not! What if it’s just her, going wonky? You should hear the things she says! And she’s mean. And all better-than-thou-ey. And she slapped me!” Dawn slumps back into her chair. “You’re a Chosen slayer too, and you’re not self-righteous and bit…” Dawn mumbles into her ice cream.
“Okay Runt, just chill. I know B. And she’s always been like that. Except the hitting you part. That’s not cool. But she loves you, maybe as much as I do.” Faith smiles at Dawn, who raises her head and smirks. “If B’s in a jam, we help her out. That’s the way it works now.”
“And what if Buffy’s just being a bitch?”
“Then big sis gets her butt kicked.” Faith kicks Dawn’s foot under the table, and Dawn raises her head again, but fully grinning this time.
“Aw shucks Dawnie, B’d do it for me.” Faith never could do the innocent look.
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