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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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Consequences: Part 1 (Things Fall Apart)

“Aaaarrrgh!” Angel cried out as he flopped back against the sofa, his hands curling into fists, his face strained and damp with sweat as droplets of blood splattered against his bare chest.
By the fireplace, half turned away and peeping out from behind one curled fist, Buffy cringed in sympathy. She couldn’t even watch this, never mind help out. Listening to all it was bad enough and it seemed to be going on forever.
She warily peaked over her knuckles to see Faith sitting up on the couch and twirling a blood-stained knife. “Please tell me that was the last one?”
Faith looked over at her, smirking. “Yep, got all five out, no sweat. It’s kinda like ‘Operation’, only with more fluids and stuff.”She leaned over and dropped the last bullet into the dish that was on the table.
“Were you really bad at ‘Operation’?” Angel asked in a sour tone as he glanced down at his chest, taking in the bloody mess that was his torso.
“Aw, quit whining, you’ll heal. You were the one that didn’t wanna go digging around inside yourself for all the caps this guy popped in your ass.”She smiled sweetly as Buffy came over, “Anyway, here comes B with the TLC.” Faith chuckled at her rhyme-iness and scooted backwards. Then Buffy sat down with the box of tape and bandages.
“Your first aid box is kinda limited.” She shrugged apologetically as turned to Angel and reached out with some cotton wool to dab at and clean up his chest. He winced a little but gave Buffy a small, stoic smile, encouraging her to keep on going.
Buffy felt Faith lean against her back and put her chin on Buffy’s shoulder. “So, come clean big guy. In your dreams are me an’ B wearing like skimpy nurse’s outfits while we do this, or are we just naked?”
Buffy felt herself redden. “Faith!”She hissed.
“In my dream there’s a lot less pain and blood and stabbing knives.” Angel replied wryly, before adding softly, “...and maybe the outfits.”He gave a helpless shrug to Buffy, “Hey, I’m the one who got shot here.”
Faith gave a short husky laugh while Buffy just shook her head as she finished cleaning the last of the bullet holes. “You shouldn’t give her any encouragement. Faith’s like a puppy, she needs discipline.”
Ignoring the puppy comparison Faith’s voice seemed to perk up with interest. “Discipline? Hey, now you’re talkin’.”
Buffy sniffed at the other slayer. “I mean like a rolled up newspaper across the nose, not paddles and stuff.” Buffy couldn’t believe she was actually having this conversation. Angel just sat there, smiling slightly in bemusement. At least he didn’t seem to be as embarrassed like she was.
“Ooh, paddles? Think yer lettin’ the cat outta the bag there, B.” Faith sighed wistfully, “Always the good girls that surprise you.”
Angel sat up and gently pushed Buffy’s hands away from his chest. “I think I’ll be okay now. The bleedings stopped.” He reached over a grabbed a nearby fresh shirt.
Buffy frowned down at the box. “But, I have bandages...”
Angel chuckled softly as he carefully pulled on the shirt. “Really Buffy, I’m feeling a lot better. In fact...” He looked away as his smile faltered a little, “We should probably talk...I’m thinking about leaving.”
Buffy tensed up, and felt it when Faith did the same. She raised her eyebrows and tried to sound casual. “Oh, leaving?”
Angel looked at her sombrely and nodded. “With the Mayor out of the picture, and two slayers guarding the Hellmouth...I’m not needed here.”
“Listen, I’m gonna just...” Faith mumbled softly before quickly getting up and walking out into the gardens, leaving the two of them alone.
Buffy watched her go before turning back to Angel. “When?” Buffy asked quietly.
“Tomorrow.” Angel said firmly, “There’s a place in L.A I can stay until I think of somewhere more permanent.”
Buffy looked down at her hands as she tried to form an encouraging smile. “Oh, well that’s great! Uh, well not great in the sense that...”
“Buffy.” Angel interrupted and took her hands, “Just listen.” He seemed to frown as he considered his next words, “I’ve been giving this a lot of thought, some way to tell you what I...” He paused, “About leaving you with something that isn’t going to make you feel guilty for moving on to someone new. You know I love you, I’ve never loved anyone the way...” He paused again as he looked into her eyes, “But you’re more than that to me. You always have been. In all the years that I’ve existed I’ve never known if what happened to me ever mattered, or if I just existed to be punished, to suffer.”
Angel smiled softly at her in that way he had that always made her melt slightly. “You gave me a reason, a purpose. Something to fight for. And that’s something of yours that will always be with me, wherever I go.”
Buffy didn’t know what to say. “Oh.” She said quietly. ‘Yep, I’m a genius. An eloquent genius.’
Angel glanced through the French windows into the garden where Faith was trying so hard not to notice or listen or even care about what the two of them were saying. The brunette paced back and forth, swinging her arms slightly, looking up into the night sky.
Angel shook his head slightly. “I like Faith. I should be jealous...I am jealous, but I still like her.” He turned back to Buffy, “I hope she makes you happy.”
Buffy swallowed and found her voice. “Angel, you don’t have to be all noble, okay. I know this...that none of this is fair.”
“Buffy. I should’ve died over two hundred years ago in a drunken bar brawl, I wasn’t a good guy back then. Instead I’ve gotten to see and do many things; and some of those things weren’t even horribly evil.” Angel shook his head and stood up, Buffy stood up with him, “I’ve had no right to complain about fair from the moment I first met you.”
He brushed some hair behind her ear, Buffy shivered a little at his touch as his hands cupped her shoulders. “Goodbye Buffy.”
He leaned in and kissed her forehead, it was a platonic kiss, a nice, sweet goodbye kiss. But it still hurt, but it was a dull ache, not as bad as the time before.
Buffy wondered, not for the first time, if she’d ever truly be over Angel. Maybe, maybe not. Maybe she didn’t really want to be, to say goodbye to those possibilities and the feelings that came with them.
Maybe she could just put all those feelings away in a box somewhere, unused but still intact, protected in case one day she ever wanted to dust them off and...
“Hey.” Faith spoke up, her voice subdued.
Buffy opened her eyes as Angel pulled away, turning to look at the other slayer. “Goodbye Faith.” Then he turned and walked over to the fireplace, picking up the ruins of his tattered shirt as he did so, and threw the remains into the flickering blaze.
Buffy turned to Faith. “Hey.” She walked over and took the other girls hand, without saying a word and without looking back she led Faith outside into the gardens. They were both silent as they headed up the outside stairs and back out into Sunnydale, Buffy squeezed Faith’s hand comfortingly.
After walking along the street a little while Faith spoke up. “So,” She said slowly, “That was probably a barrel o’ laughs, huh?”
“Well, it wasn’t ‘plucking out bullets’ fun, but...” Buffy shrugged, “I guess it had to be done.”
Faith’s voice was unreadable. “You guess?”
Buffy smiled at that. “Yes, Faith. Like a trip to the dentist. Necessary but unpleasant, it has to be done.”
“Right.” Faith shrugged uncomfortably, trying so hard to be casual, “So, uh, where’s he gonna go?”
“He wasn’t specific and I didn’t ask. All he said was...he told me what I meant to him, and that he’ll always care about me.” Buffy shook her head, “Difficult stuff.”
“I get that.” Faith nodded in understanding, “Kind of a long night, y’know. What with that demon guy and then Finch and then Trick and the Mayor. Now with this, you must be pretty wiped.”Buffy heard another edge to Faith’s voice, sometimes the other girl wasn’t hard to read at all.
Buffy sighed in mock exasperation. “Yeah, I know. And now I have to go back to the library and have a long debrief with Giles. He mentioned something about a power vacuum or power sucking...to be honest I wasn’t really listening.” Buffy stopped and turned to Faith, “Look, why don’t you go on home, okay?”
“...Yeah, okay.” Faith gave a weak smile. “Good luck with Giles or whatever.”She turned to go, but Buffy kept a tight hold of her hands.
Buffy gave her an innocent look. “Wait, aren’t you going to ask me what I want?”
Faith frowned. “What you...want? Did I miss somethin’?”
Buffy sighed playfully. “What I want in my overnight bag. Remember? Rustic Inn, Willow coverage, all our sexy, illicit happenings? Is this ringing any kind of bell?”
“But...you, I thought you just said..?” Faith stopped and rolled her eyes as she smirked, “Right. You were playing with me.”
Buffy giggled as she slid her arms up around Faith’s neck. “Little bit.”
She looked into the other girl’s eyes, “You don’t have to dance around anything Faith, if something’s on your mind, just tell me, okay? And, for the record, the thing that kept me going through all of this was the thought of being with you tonight, and tomorrow, and possibly tomorrow night as well if I can manage it.”
She leaned forward and pressed her lips against Faith’s lips, revelling in their soft lushness as her tongue stroked across the other slayer’s bottom lip, mouths melding against each other and Buffy’s breath became more rapid. Teasingly she slid her hands down Faith’s jacket and around her waist to cup her firm backside, fondling her ass through leather pants.
Faith gasped into Buffy’s mouth as the blonde girl pulled back slightly, smiling. “See? You’re getting me all excited.”
“Yeah?” Faith drawled as she nuzzled Buffy, “Then how about blowing Giles off?”
Buffy sighed wistfully. “I can’t. He’s expecting me, and if I don’t show he might get his worried Watcher- face on and ring my Mom. Badness will surely follow.”
Faith thought about this before nodding, with some effort she seemed to reign herself in and relax her hold on Buffy.
Buffy gently kissed the side of the other girl’s neck and murmured. “Look at the upside, you’ll get to decide what to pack for the sleepover, so.”Her kisses led up to Faith’s ear as she put on her best sexy voice, “You get to pick what panties you want me to wear tonight, or not.”
“Damn, B.” Faith groaned huskily and Buffy felt her shiver with desire, “Here I was thinkin’ you were a good girl.”
Buffy pulled away with a smile. “I’m full of surprises.”
Faith laughed. “I’m getting that.”
Buffy gave her a longing look as she took another step backwards, still holding onto Faith’s hands. “I’ll be as quick as I can, okay. And we’ll meet up later, just leave your cabin lights on and I’ll find you.”
Faith nodded happily. “Got it.”
“Ooh and snacks!” Buffy remembered, “Get snacks from...from a gas station, or a machine or something. We’ll probably want to eat later, after...stuff.”
Faith nodded and made a shooing motion. “Get goin’, okay. And hurry up.” Then Faith turned and headed for home.
Buffy watched her go; thinking about the night ahead was making her feel better already, it felt like tonight had been a rollercoaster, exciting, terrifying, wonderful and then sad. And Buffy reckoned Faith had been a big part of that. Dating her would never be dull. The other girl always managed to stir things inside Buffy, not just the slaying side of her, her calling, but also about the way Buffy saw things, her friends, her life, her future.
Twirling on her heels Buffy made her way towards the school, trying unsuccessful to quash her excitement so she could be all serious with Giles. Whatever he had to say, they would deal with.

*~~*

Buffy quietly made her way across the school parking lot, she could see a few dim lights on in the library and the big campus clock was reading a quarter after one. Buffy calculated a fifteen minute talk with Giles, then about a half hour at slayer speed to get to the cabin. That meant it would be about two o’clock at the earliest for Faith-kissing.
Sigh, being responsible sucked.
“Buffy Summers.”
Buffy turned at the sound of her name and was surprised to see Mr. Platt, standing between two of the cars in the faculty lot. He smiled hesitantly and walked over.
Platt gave her a friendly smile. “Buffy, you realise there’s no school on Sunday, plus its night-time.”
“Oh. Mr. Platt, hi there.” Buffy’s mind blanked for a moment, what were the chances of running into anybody at this time of night, “I, uh, needed- need something from my locker.”
He was a little sceptical and raised an eyebrow. “And it couldn’t wait till the morning? Sure you’re not doing something unwise like breaking into the chemistry lab to huff fumes.”
Despite herself Buffy smiled. “Huff fumes?”
He shrugged. “Well, that’s what they did in my day. Just as long as you aren’t up to anything shady. No returning to form, you here?”
Buffy nodded uncomfortably, maybe he had heard about her cutting class the other day. Still, she’d given up the whole starting fights thing. That was something...personal growth or whatever.
Suddenly she looked him over, not seeing a briefcase. “Well, I-I could ask you the same. So what is a school councillor doing out so late, huh?”
Platt gave a long-suffering smile gestured casually back to one of the cars. “Oh, it’s just some emergency prep work for a returning student. She’s coming back on Monday. Actually you might know her, Debbie?”
“Debbie? Yeah, I...I heard what happened with her boyfriend. It’s great that she’s coming back after every...” Buffy blinked a couple of times as her vision suddenly seemed to swim. She took a couple of steps to the side and put a hand out to lean against a car.
‘What the hell...this again? This is getting really... old.’
Platt took a step towards her. “Are you alright? You don’t look well. I was actually kidding about the whole fumes thing. “
Buffy shook her head, the dizziness was coming in waves now, fuzzy blackness crawling at the edges of her vision. Her stomach clenched and unclenched as she fought for balance, her legs felt rubbery and unsteady. Then, to her alarm, she felt a slight, familiar tingling at the bottom of her spine.
‘What the..? Oh, no...’
“To be honest Buffy, I was really proud of how you turned yourself around, what with your grades, cutting class and all those terrible, violent impulses. But it seems it’s all going to be for nothing. You see, your going to run off again.” Platt’s face turned demonic, teeth growing into fangs and forehead twisting, “You’re going to disappear and no one’s going to see you, ever again.”
Platt gleefully slammed a fist straight into Buffy’s face, knocking her back over the front of the car. Buffy grunted in pain as she slid across slick metal and fell to the ground on the other side. Her head spun and her lip stung from the hit and her mouth was filled with the slight metallic taste of blood. Buffy managed to pull herself to her knees, pushing off the side of the car with one hand as she fought against climbing vertigo. Then Platt...the demon, kicked her hard in the side, the impact knocking any breathe from her chest, before grabbing her around the neck and hauled her up to her feet.
Platt grinned in delight as he squeezed her neck. “You’ll be the second delinquent I’ve had tonight...well; you can never just have one.”
Buffy cried out as his grip tightened, she felt his dead breath against her as his face closed against her neck.
Desperately she flung out an elbow that caught Platt under his chin, knocking his head back and loosening his grip enough for her to wrestle free. She leaned against the car and kicked out, hard. Striking the former councillor in the ribs and knocking him backwards on to his haunches.
Platt cracked her jaw and smiled. “Huh, so you’ve got some fight in you. Always knew you’d be feisty.”
Buffy glared at him even as her world was spinning. “You have no idea.” She concentrated and tried to blink away the red spots that danced behind her eyes.
Platt didn’t wait, he rushed her as her eyes became unfocused, but Buffy was still ready. She caught his outstretched arm and used his momentum to swing him past her, smashing him into the passenger window. The tinkling of glass was loud in the deserted parking lot.
Roaring in pain Platt lashed back and caught Buffy hard across the face, throwing her off balance so she had to roll backwards and came up on one shoulder. Platt rushed again, lashing out with a strong kick which Buffy caught and flung off to knock him away form her.
Buffy came up at him in a rush, punching him hard again and again as her managed to drive him back, but her dizziness made her sloppy; Platt dodged a clumsy right cross, grabbed her arm and rammed her hard against the car, her chest crushed painfully against the damaged car door.
Platt twisted Buffy’s arm painfully up and behind her back; her shoulder throbbed in sharp pain as he seemed to want to try and wrench it free of her. Buffy felt the pain of screaming tendons and grinding bone cut through her dizziness, adrenaline kicking feeling back into her legs as she threw her foot back and up into his crotch. Platt grunted and his grip loosened so Buffy twisted around to face him.
Teeth gritted with determination Buffy slammed her head into Platt’s face, then twisting her arm so she firmly gripped his wrist. Buffy ducked low and braced herself before diving back into the car through the open, broken window, landing in the front seat covered in chunks of broken glass. Platt was slammed forward bodily against the car, Buffy’s legs were braced against the inside of the car door and her grip on his arm kept him pinned in place. Platt snarled in frustration as he tried to twist himself free.
Buffy frantically looked around the car’s interior, searching for any sort of weapon, something sharp to cut off this things head or...
Above her, tucked away under the sun visor, was a pencil. Blunt at one end and with an eraser at the other. It wasn’t much, but it was enough. Buffy heaved on Platt’s arm again, feeling something crack and give in his arm as he screamed in rage and pain. She reached up, snagged the pencil with her right hand, gripped in tightly in between her knuckles, before curling herself up and forward and punching Platt full on in the chest.
Platt froze, staggered back clutching his chest, before giving Buffy one last desperate look and disintegrating. But as he did so, the dust from his form seemed to coalesce in the air for a moment, grey dust swirling into a black cloud. Within the cloud two dark amber eyes appeared and looked straight at Buffy, seemingly through her. Buffy felt a chill down her spine as the eyes seemed to bore into her, she became aware of a smell catching in her throat, the same subtle, exotic aroma from the hospital just before...
Then, in an instant, the eyes were gone; the form was lost as the vampire dust was blown across the lot by a warm breeze.
‘What the frigging hell just happened!’

*~~*

Buffy, fighting off her dizziness, burst through the library doors and saw Giles standing by the counter, steadily sipping coffee. “Buffy?” He voiced lightly coloured with concern at her appearance.
“Platt just attacked me.” Buffy stated.
Giles put down his mug. “Mr. Platt? The school councillor?”
Buffy shook her head, which was a mistake. She squeezed her eyes shut to stop the room spinning. “Formerly. Now Mr. Platt the vampire. He came at me in the parking lot, just when I was hit with another dizzy spell. I barely managed to stake him Giles, something bad is going on. And I saw something else, when I staked him, Platt. These eyes staring at me, glowey, yellowy things in mid-air. The poof, gone with the wind. I’m really freaking out here.”
“Then it’s true...” Giles nodded thoughtfully, his voice mild. “What else? How did you leave things with Angel?”
Buffy hurried over to the desk. “Giles? Hello, could I get something a little more Watcher-y, like a ‘goodness’, or a ‘dear lord’. I mean, at this point I’d even settle for a raised eyebrow.”
Giles nodded grimly. “Yes, Buffy. I’ll get to that, but how did you leave things with Angel? He said his goodbyes?”
Buffy was getting exasperated at Giles’ unfreakoutability. “What has that got to do with...Wait, how did you know about that?”
“He and I discussed things when he helped out with those Apocalypse demons. Angel indicated and I agreed that he would leave whenever the Mayor was dealt with, although I didn’t realise at the time that it would be so soon.” Giles pushed his coffee to one side with a sad sigh, “I thought we’d have more time.”
Buffy struggled to follow his thinking. “Time? Giles, talk to me, please.”
“Firstly, you and Angel, did you...get whatever closure you hoped for.” Off Buffy’s look he added, “Please Buffy, it’s important.”
Buffy pressed her lips into a tight line of frustration but answered anyway. “Yes. Angel said his goodbyes...it was hard but I’m cool with it. We both agreed the move on with our lives. Happy? Now what aren’t you telling me?”
Giles looked at Buffy solemnly. “It’s the wish, Buffy. I’m sorry to say that it’s killing you.”
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