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Wishing Changes Everything	By : Declan Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > FemmeSlash - Female/Female > Buffy/Faith Views: 9748 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Faith, Hope And Tricks (Part 1: So Last Year)

When Buffy came back to herself she was outside, in an alley, surrounded by her friends. Faith was there, smiling as she strutted over.
“S’Okay, I got it. You’re Buffy, right?”
Right on cue a vampire rose up and grabbed her from behind, without even turning around Faith slams her head back into its face.
“I’m Faith.”
‘What the hell..?’
As Faith flings the vampire across the alley Oz says “I’m gonna go out on a limb and say there’s a new slayer in town.”
Buffy just stared as Faith again delivered several brutally impressive blows to the vampire. Then, just like before, Faith then threw him to the ground before turning back to Buffy and grabbing the stake she was holding.
“Can I borrow that?”
She takes the stake and dusts the vampire; the whole fight had lasted seconds and been entirely one-sided. Faith turned back to Buffy and hands her back the stake.
“Thanks, B. Couldn’t have done it without you.”
And with that she walked by Buffy, who just stood there, still stunned.
‘What the hell is going on?’
‘OK, so this is clearly a dream- I fell asleep, that’s it. My brain just waved a little white flag, gave up and now I’m lying on Faith’s bed- No, I’m in a chair, happily drooling in a chair, in the hospital and a nurse is going to come in and wake me up very soon...’
As the others hurriedly followed Faith back up the alley to the Bronze Willow lingered with Buffy before putting a hand on her friend’s shoulder.
“Um, Buffy, are you okay?” She asked tentatively.
Buffy snapped her head round “Uh, what...What just happened?”
Willow smiled, still a little wide-eyed from Faith’s display. “Looks like a new, uh, slayer is in, well, y’know, town. And we should go and make nice, uh, and welcome her.”
Buffy still felt light-headed and fuzzy. It certainly didn’t feel like a dream to her, or smell like one- yeesh, hello garbage. Maybe this was all real, a second chance or something- when her brain decided to work again that is.
Buffy cleared her throat. “Uh, yeah, that was hardly me at my best, sparkling wit- wise, was it?”
Willow started walking with her back towards the club. “But on the upside no fight-to-the-death-misunderstanding like last time, so that’s progress, as greetings go.”
Buffy sighed and muttered to herself. “Believe me slayer fighting slayer is so last year...”

*~~*

“The whole summer it was, like, the worst heat wave. So it’s about a hundred and eighteen degrees and I’m sleeping without a stitch on. And all of a sudden, I hear this screaming from outside. So I go tearing out, stark nude, and this church bus has broke down, and there’s these three vamps feasting on half the Baptists in South Boston. So I waste the vamps, and the preacher comes up, and he’s hugging me like there’s no tomorrow, when all of a sudden, the cops pull up and they arrested up both.”
Xander was looking into the middle distance. “Wow, they should film that story and show it every Christmas.”
This was all exactly how Buffy remembered it, all attention on Faith and her tales, Buffy’s friends charmed and amused (well, not Cordelia, but still) and Faith happily chowing down on a muffin, all smiles, dimples and chocolate curls.
“God, I could eat a horse.” Faith sighed “Isn’t it crazy how slaying...”
‘Oh not this again,’ “Uh, what about that alligator you mentioned, y’know, from before.” Buffy interrupted, surprising everyone, since she’d been fairly quiet up until then.
Faith smiled knowingly at Buffy before launching into the alligator story leaving Buffy free to wonder about her situation, which she was beginning to realise was just... entirely awesome. All the things she got wrong last time could be put right, things she could now see coming and prepare herself for; Kakistos, Angel returning, Mr. Trick and the Mayor, that stupid slayer death-trap birthday surprise the Watcher’s Council set up. More importantly Faith was back to being a slayer, an ally, maybe even a friend.
‘Yay me,’ Buffy thought contentedly to herself.
“Was this also naked?” Xander was asking.
Faith smiled. “Well, the alligator was...”
Cordelia stares pointedly at her boyfriend. “Xander, find a new theme.”
Willow seemed worried. “Did the alligator get hurt?”
Faith thought about it. “Only a little. Then it was dead.”
“Oh no...” Willow pouted adorably and Oz put a hand on her leg as comfort.
“I tell ya, I never had more trouble than that damn vamp.” Faith said, although this time round Buffy was sure she could see hints of the other issue that troubled Faith. Maybe this time she could get her fellow slayer to open up.
Faith looked at Buffy. “What about you? What was your toughest kill?”
The feel of a blade sliding into flesh, a pained gasp, a strained voice; ‘You did it. You killed me.’
Buffy felt a chill at the image that flashed through her mind, she shifted uncomfortably. “Well, they’re all tough I guess. “
Faith watched her, waiting as she sipping her drink.
Okay, I want her to open up- so time to try a little honesty, because before this year my out and out toughest ‘kill’ had been...
“Uh, there was one vampire, last year, his name was...Angel. He was...a friend, who turned on me...us.” Buffy stared down at her hands, not talking about Angel now. “Fighting someone you used to...trust, who fought by your side, that’s tough.”
Faith seemed thoughtful as she finished her drink but she also seemed curious about Xander and Willow’s slightly stunned reactions to what Buffy had just said.
Thankfully Oz broke the silence. “Something occurring; uh, now you both kill vamps, and who could blame you.” He looked to Faith, “But I’m wondering about your position on werewolves.”
Faith seemed confused until Willow recovered and explained “Oz is a werewolf.” She put a supportive hand on her boyfriend.
Faith seemed unconcerned “Hey, as long as you don’t go scatchin’ at me or humpin’ my leg we’re five-by-five, y’know.”
Buffy smiled slightly at Faith’s practicality. Faith’s grin widened as she continued. “Those vamps though, they better get their asses to Defcon one, ‘cause you and I are gonna have fun, y’know, watcher-less and fancy free.”
Buffy decided to play along for now; she knew Faith was just putting on a front. “Watcher-less?”
Faith glanced around, a little puzzled “There’s some big Watcher retreat thing in England,‘s why I skipped out. Didn’t your Watcher go too?”
Buffy shrugged a little “As far as I know Giles, that’s my Watcher- Giles, is still in Sunnydale, maybe they lost his invite. We can see him tomorrow at school, see what’s the what. You’ll like Giles... I mean you probably will.”
With that Buffy stood up and smiled at Faith. “Anyway, if you want we could get out of here and I’ll give the five cent Sunnydale tour?”

*~~*

It had seemed like a good idea at the time, ditching the Bronze to spend some one-on-one time with Faith, trying the whole ‘friendly Buffy’ thing this time around. The only problem was that for the few months previously Buffy had gotten used to thinking of Faith as the enemy, the whole ‘helping the Mayor take over Sunnydale’ had really sold her on that idea.
But here they were, rewound to the beginning, walking with Faith through the fourth cemetery of the evening like they were best buds. Morbid best buds to be sure but still paling around and there was a part of Buffy that just wouldn’t relax and switch off, it tensed her up, seeming to expect ‘double-agent Faith’ or ‘Psycho-torturer Faith’ to suddenly pop up and take the wheel.
So she ended up feeling a little tense and awkward, and to compensate she had babbled almost continuously for the past twenty minutes.
“And here we have cemetery number four, the name of which is...well, I’m drawing a blank. But I, um, draw your attention the creepy amount of angelic child statues which are very creepy, and also to the stone benches around in case you would like to sit and linger near said creepy statues.” Buffy gestured around at the pathetically familiar surroundings.
Faith sighed. “Guess you weren’t kidding about the tour, huh?” She had her hands in her pockets and seemed restless.
“Uh, sorry, um, it’s just I had a really, really long day.” Buffy winced, “Am I a snorefest? I guess there aren’t that many interesting things around here really.”
Faith shrugged, looking around. “How many cemeteries you got in this town anyway?”
“A dozen or so, I think. Plus it has lots of churches; lots of praying and funerals in Sunnydale, owner of its very own Hellmouth.” Buffy felt herself begin to relax a little.
‘Facts; Just stick to facts for now. Facts are relaxing. Huh, that almost rhymed.’
Faith frowned. “So, what’s a ‘Hellmouth’, ‘cause it kinda sounds like a crappy dance club.”
Buffy smiled. “I wish, nah, it’s just a big, sucking magnet thing that draws bad stuff to it- demons, vamps, zombies- you name it. Plenty of work for the slayer.” She changed the subject, “So, where are you from, I mean originally. It sounds like you’ve travelled a bit.”
Faith shook her head. “Boston gal, born and raised, didn’t travel anywhere until I got all chosen. Boston doesn’t have a Hellmouth or whatever; just a whole mess o’ vamps that need dusting. But, yeah me and my watcher did a couple of outings over the summer to places that needed some ass-kicking done. Then I hear all about the infamous Buff and when the chance came, couldn’t pass it up.”
Buffy wrinkled her nose. “Infamous? Me?”
Faith grinned and bumped her shoulder against Buffy’s. “Yeah B; you. Hey, didn’t you use a rocket-launcher one time?”
“Actually, yeah, it’s a cool story that...I’ll eventually get to finish some day. Look.”
Buffy gestured ahead of them to a man stalking purposely between gravestones; he was wearing a dark, dirt-stained suit. The kind you would wear to a funeral, if you were the guy being buried at least. The vampire seemed to notice them at about the same time and angled through the cemetery towards them, speeding up slightly now that he’d spotted a meal.
Buffy pulled Xander’s stake from her purse and offered it to Faith. “Do you...?”
Faith just grinned and held up her hands. “Nah, B, it’s all yours.”
Buffy frowned down at herself. “But I like this dress, you would think floral and grass stains go together but they really don’t.”
Faith hopped up on a gravestone, presumably to give herself a good view of what was about to happen.
“Come on, B. I had my fun for the night, show me whatcha got. ‘Sides, I gotta theory I wanna test out.”
Buffy sighed and turned towards the vampire as he slowed and moved closer, his stance became more predator-like, his face was fully vamped out and split in an unpleasant grin.
“You look tasty, little girl,” he growled, spreading his arms out a little in case she tried to flee.
Buffy smirked. “Um, are you sure you want those to be your last words? Because, no offence, but they were kind of ‘serial killer cliché’. Plus, ‘little girl’- I’m like 18.”
Faith spoke up from behind her. “Well its dark and y’are kinda short.”
“Can we have a little less commentary from the spectators, please?”
The vampire seemed puzzled until he noticed Buffy raise her right hand- the one holding the stake.
“You’re not the Slayer, are you?” He sounded a little worried.
Buffy nodded. “Y’see those last words- much better, also a lot more common amongst your kind.”
With that she struck; a quick left jab to his face followed by a stronger right cross, ducking under a slow counter from the vampire before slamming a knee into his ribs that sent him stumbling back.
Growling the vampire bracing himself against a tombstone and lashed out with a foot. Buffy sidestepped, grabbed the leg and sweeping his other out from under him, quickly stepping backwards as he landed heavily on the grass.
With a roar the vampire launched himself up from the ground at her, forcing Buffy back with a flurry of blows that she managed to fend off. Gaining a little space Buffy smashed a left jab under his chin before launching a powerful kick at the creature’s chest, and as he again staggered she spun in close and sank the stake into his chest.
“Crap.” He grimaced as he was dusted.
Buffy relaxed and put the stake away. “Not too shabby- she said humbly.”
She turned to Faith as the other slayer hopped down. “And I’m not short; other people are just...freakishly tall. That’s right, they’re freaks.”
Faith just stared at her, looking her up and a down a little before smiling and nodding. “I knew it. I knew you felt it too, look atcha’ all loosened up- you get off on it same as me.”
Buffy rolled her eyes as she turned away. ‘Oh this again,’
“Right, of course- it was a nice; a nice, relaxing fight for my life. You know me so well.”
“Hey, all I did was look. See, ever since the club you’ve been wicked tense- all pent up. Now you’re relaxed and ‘satisfied’. Plus, back at the club you knew what I was gonna say to your buds, that’s why you interrupted me, ‘cause you don’t want ‘em t’know.”
Buffy shook her head. “You’re way off base. I’m not hungry or...I am so not the other.”
“Hungry and horny? How didja know that’s what I was gonna say unless you’re feelin’ it.” Faith’s smile widened, showing off her dimples.
‘Damn it, that’s what I get for getting a head of myself.’
Buffy blushed a little despite herself and was glad it was too dark for Faith to see. “Y’know I suddenly realise that I have school tomorrow and we really should be getting you home so you can’t annoy me anymore.”
With that Buffy stalked off towards the direction of Faith’s motel although she was soon joined by the dark-haired girl.
Faith whispered to Buffy slyly. “’s cool, B. Trust me your secret’s safe, I ain’t gonna rat on you.”
Well, when it came to Faith Buffy had to admit this to herself- she sure was doing things differently so far.

*~~*

“...Lovely spot, very serene. They have horseback riding, hiking and punting and lectures and discussions, “Giles was talking wistfully, obviously picturing the place in his mind. “It’s a great honour to be invited. Or so I’m told.” He finished, not quite hiding the bitterness in his voice.
Buffy was standing in the library with Faith, Xander and Willow both perched on the table nearby as Giles reminisced.
“Ah, it’s boring. Way too stuffy for a guy like you.”
Buffy smirked as she said. “Um, maybe I should introduce him again. Faith, this is Giles.”
Faith smiled as she looked him over. “I seen him. If I’d known they came that young and cute I’d’ve requested a transfer.
‘Oh, hearing that again really doesn’t get any easier.’ “Okay, raise your hand if ‘ew’”.
Xander partly raised his hand, Willow just smiled and Giles tried not to look flustered. “Well, um, uh, leaving aside my...youth and beauty I’d say it was rather fortuitous that Faith arrived when she did.” He walked over and grabbed a nearby newspaper.
“Aha!” They all looked at Willow. “Sorry, I just meant, Aha! There’s a big evil brewin’. You’ll never be bored here Faith. ‘Cause this is Sunnydale, home of the big, brewin’ evil.”
Faith nodded. “Yeah, B gave me the lowdown last night; big, bad Hellmouth.”
“Yes, well, I’m not sure how big an evil it is but, uh, two people have disappeared from the Sunset Ridge district.” He handed the paper to Buffy.
“Aha!” Xander said, and then looked at Willow, “Fun.”
Buffy scanned the article, aware of Faith leaning in close to read over her shoulder. She cleared her throat and glanced back at Faith. “We should get on this, uh; if you’re free tonight we could patrol together.”
She looked over at Giles. “But later than normal, I promised Mom I’d be home for dinner.
Giles nodded as she turned back to Faith. “You should come over after school, I’m pretty sure my Mom will want to meet you, she’s kinda curious about slayer stuff. Plus we can eat, and then kill things; those are two things I’m pretty sure you like doing.”
Faith grinned. “Good at ‘em too, I’m in.”
Buffy returned the smile; the whole ‘Project: Faith’ was going pretty well considering her little slip-up last night, just as long as she didn’t get ahead of herself.
Buffy jumped a little as Willow cleared she throat. “Um, Buffy, don’t you have that health science make-up.”
“Uh, yeah I aced it already...um; I mean I will ace it. I had a dream...where I aced it.” Buffy finished awkwardly.
Willow hopped off the table. “Here’s hoping it was a prophecy dream, huh.” Then she turned to Faith. “You can hang out with us while she’s testing. You wanna?”
Xander grabbed his bag off the table and joined her. “Say yes and, uh, bring your stories.”
Buffy sighed as they rushed off. “You guys go. I’m good here. I’ll just sit...”
Faith shot her a look of sympathy. “Okay...later”. She gestured at Giles, “We will talk weapons.” Faith then turned and followed after Willow and Xander.
When they were alone Giles sat on the edge of the table next to Buffy. “This, um, new girl seems to have a lot of zest.”
Buffy smirked at him. “Just because she said you were a hottie.”
Giles blushed before quickly moving on. “I-I’ve been having a little problem with the, uh, binding spell for Acathla. I’m lacking the, the requisite details to perform it correctly. Now, physical location. Acathla was facing south?”
Buffy remembered this, last year after Angel’s return Willow had had told her that there was no ‘binding spell’, it was just Giles’s way to try and get her to open up. Kinda sweet really, in a stuffy, British way.”
Buffy cleared her throat, “Uh, Okay, there was Acathla,” She gestured to a spot on the table. “And there was me, and Angel was in the middle, then.” She made a gesture with her finger, “Sword.”
Giles seemed puzzled. “Yes, you see that’s what I thought, but...”
Buffy interrupted him. “That’s not all...Angel was cured. Willow’s spell worked and... And he was Angel again. Only, he didn’t remember anything that had happened. But it was too late, Acathla was waking up and I had to...”
Giles took off his glasses and regarded her with sympathy. “I’m so very sorry Buffy, it must’ve been...”
Buffy stood up and sighed. “Don’t worry about me; I spent the whole summer dealing with it. Now I’ve dealt I just want to put it behind me, and I also desperately need to study.” She picked up her books and headed out. “Good luck with the spell.”
Giles looked a little startled as he watched her leave.

*~~*

Buffy skipped down the steps to where she knew her friends were, pleased that she had remembered most of the stuff from the year before. It left her wondering if she could get better scores on her SATS this time round, now she knew which questions would come up. This reliving things over again had all kinds of perks.
“Well, I’m two for two for makeup tests.” Then, realising that her friends weren’t paying her any attention,” And we’re looking at what?”
Faith and Scott Hope were chatting by the water fountain, getting along pretty well.
‘Wow, I’d actually completely forgotten about Scott Hope.’
“Does anyone believe that is her actual hair colour?” Cordelia remarked snidely before moving away.
Willow was a little friendlier. “I haven’t seen him laugh like that. Hey, maybe Faith and Scott could hit it off.” She saw Buffy frowning. “I mean, if you were done with him. N-Not that you used him,” She finished quickly.
Buffy shrugged. “’m not really interested in Scott anymore Will, I mean he looks all dependable and...nice, but maybe he’s the type that goes and dumps you right before Homecoming and then goes with somebody else five seconds later. So really there could be a risk factor...”
Then she noticed the shared look between Xander and Willow. “Why am I seeing a look? There shouldn’t be a look.”
Willow gave her a sympathetic look. “You really do need to find the fun, B.” Buffy gave her a disbelieving look. “...uffy.”
“What do I have to do? I have fun. I have big fun.” Buffy muttered to herself as she walked over to Scott and Faith. “Hey.”
“Hey, B.”
Scott smiled at her. “Hey, Buffy, Faith has been telling me tall tales.”
“She’s a funny one.” She took a hold of Faith’s arm, “And leaving. You are still coming over right?”
“Sure, wouldn’t miss it.”
“Well, bye,” Scott said, disappointed.
“Yeah, bye.” Faith sent him a smile as Buffy led her away, “He’s a cutie. Is he seeing anybody?”
Buffy shook her head. “Not me, that’s for sure. He had his chance.”

*~~*

“So you’re a slayer, too.” Joyce said as she heaps food onto Faith’s plate, “Isn’t that interesting. Do you like it?”
“God, I love it!”
Buffy gestured at her own plate. “Uh, Mom? Could you pass the...”
Joyce waved her away. “Just a second honey,” she said, her attention still focused on Faith. “You know Buffy never talks that way, why do you love it?”
Buffy sighed and helped herself to some fries.
“Well, when I’m fighting, the whole world goes away and I only know one thing; that I’m gonna win and they’re gonna lose,” Faith stabbed her food with her fork. “I like that feeling.”
“Sure beats that dead feeling you get when they win and you lose,” Buffy teased, although the joke seemed to fall a little flat.
Faith smirked at her as she ate. “I don’t let that kinda negative thinkin’ in, y’know.”
Joyce nodded understandingly. “Right, right, that could get you hurt. Buffy can be awfully negative sometimes.” She tapped the table lightly as she told Buffy, “See, honey, you’ve gotta fight that.”
“I’ll work on it,” Buffy said dryly. She guessed that this was the price for telling your Mom you were the slayer; work tips.
“Oh, Faith, can I get you another soft drink?”
Faith smiled. “Oh, you bet. Thanks.”
Joyce turned and left with Faith’s glass.
Faith glanced at Buffy as she ate. “She’s really cool, huh?”
Buffy smiled a little sadly, remembering from last time that Faith didn’t seem to have a relationship with her own Mom. “Um, best Mom ever. Excuse me.”
Faith frowned as Buffy hurried into the kitchen
Joyce was getting some soda out of the fridge as Buffy entered. “I like this girl, Buffy.”
Buffy glanced down at the island as her fingers drew patterns nervously on the surface. “Good. I mean I like her too, it’s just...” She wasn’t sure if her Mom was gonna like her suggestion her not.
“What is it, honey?”
“Well, it’s just that she’s staying in the really seedy motel at the edge of town...”
Joyce looked surprised. “You want her to stay here with us?”
“I know it’s sudden, but slaying is a tough biz if you don’t have a support network...friends. It can be lonely and I just thought she could use the, um, again I use the word support.”
“And have you talked to Faith about this?”
“No, no, not yet...and not right away either, but maybe in about a week?” Buffy put on her best winning smile.
“Well, I suppose if it’s okay with her, I don’t see a problem. We do have a spare room.”
Buffy moved around the kitchen to hug her Mom. “Thanks Mom, this is gonna be great.”
Returning her hug Joyce said. “It’s the least I could do if she’s helping keep my daughter safe.”

*~~*

Buffy sighed contentedly as she strolled down the alley with Faith, she’d actually missed this; patrolling with Faith, which was distinctly more pleasant than punching Faith in the face, or getting punched by Faith really. Fighting with her before Gwen Post arrived or when they fought those sword wielding dudes, Buffy had loved the way they could be so in synch with each other. She’d never had that, not even when she patrolled with Angel
Buffy remembered the energy that seemed to roll off of the other girl, the way she fought and the way she revelled in her power. Part of Buffy had always envied Faith and how she embraced her calling, but now all she hoped was that she could help the other girl find a balance in her life; to find something besides the slaying.
Faith looked around. “Didn’t we, um, do this street already?”
“Vamps have a tendency to hit a street even after you’ve been there. Being evil they tend to lack for manners.”
Faith shrugged and looked straight ahead. “Mm. You have been doing this the longest.”
Buffy looked at her sideways, a little cautiously. “I guess...”
“Yeah. Maybe a little too long.”
Buffy got a little irritated. She was actually trying to be friendly this time. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Nothing.” Faith said, although a little uneasily.
Buffy sensed that the other girl regretted saying anything. “Am I not...Did I do something?”
“I’m five-by-five, B, Living entirely large. Actually wondering about your problem.”
“I’m fine,” Buffy insisted. “I’m going completely problem-free nowadays, I’m clean.”
“It’s just... you’re wound kinda tight. Maybe it’s about last night or maybe you think I’m steppin’ on your toes by comin’ to your town.”
Buffy stopped and put her hand on Faith’s shoulder. “Faith, I’ve got no problem with you being here, y’know. I’m actually pretty happy that you’re here. It’s hard to explain...”
“Well if it’s not me then what? ‘Cause obviously something in your bottle needs uncorking.” Faith shrugged. “It is the Angel thing?”
Buffy rolled her eyes. “No, the Angel thing, it was a while ago and I’m okay now, it’s just that my friends have a hard time believing me.”
Faith stuffed her hands in her pockets. “But the other night, you acted all upset,” Something dawned on her and her eyes widened. “You weren’t talkin’ ‘bout him were you? When you said it was tough, fighting someone you reckoned was a friend...”
Buffy took a deep breath and looked into Faith’s eyes, seeing the concern there and wanting to tell her the truth, to trust her. But before she could get her answer out she heard multiple growls as a number of vampires rushed them from the dark.
‘Oh, thank God.’
Buffy pointed over Faith’s shoulder. “Right now, I wanna just fight them. Come on.”
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