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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 3: Same Old Scene

�You go up� *puff* �I�ll go down�

�Is that� *gasp* �an offer, B?� Another throaty chuckle escapes Faith�s lips.

�I�m going to ignore that.
On three.� Buffy whispers.
�One. Two. THREE!�

Bursting out from their recon position, the slayers run
toward the old two storey building, now abandoned by anything with a
pulse. Buffy rushes to the rusted metal
side door and plants her back against the brick wall.

She watches as Faith quickly and skillfully climbs the fire
escape, and volleys over the roof. Faith
looks back at Buffy�s position. A quick
thumbs up. Then she�s gone from sight.

�That�s my cue.�
Buffy mumbles. And with one swift
and powerful kick, the metal door is blown back, and falls loudly onto the
concrete floor. �Echo-y�.

She walks carefully down the steps leading to the
basement. She can hear the hissing of
the vamps, can feel them. They�re
waiting for her. Sniffing the air for
the scent of her fear.

Buffy�s lip curls as her fingers take hold of the smoothly
carved stake. Yeah, she�s missed
this.

Big time.

****************************

Faith quietly dashes across the rooftop, ever watchful. She reaches the doorway that leads to the
stairwell. Slips inside.

�OK. I�m in.� she
thinks, carefully checking her slayer senses on each floor as she quickly and
quietly descends the staircase. �Check
out stealth-girl! Guess I learned
something from Giles after all�.

Confident that the upper floors are vamp free, Faith reaches
for the door to the basement. �Gotta get
to B. She should be in position now.�

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Buffy struts into the darkness, stake in hand. Tilts her head. Her pupils adjust. There are eight, no, nine pairs of yellow
eyes staring at her.

�Sleayeah!� A voice in the dark. �Prepeare ta meet yer doom.�

�Y�know? The
accent? Doesn�t make you sound less
lame.�

There�s a whoosh of cloth and flashes of teeth. The gang of vamps close in on the slayer, all
fists and fangs. But Buffy is a
whirlwind. She�s got it all under
control. Until...

�Oof!� Buffy didn�t
see that coming. A swift and heavy fist
catches her right in the jaw. The vamp
is big. Buffy punches him hard, in the
face. And again. Breaks his nose, notices the blood
trickle. Slow-motion. Another fist to the face should smash him up
good. She holds him away from her, one
hand on his throat, and thrusts the stake into his heart. Dusted.
Only eight more to go.

�Give et up, Sleayeah!
Ye canna win!�

�What? You guys all
read the same book? A little
originality, is all I ask!�

They�re attacking more carefully now. One or two at a time, while the rest circle
around her. She feels one grab her from
behind, trapping her arms. She uses all
of her slayer strength to flip him over her head, and he topples headfirst into
one of his cronies. In a flash she�s
there standing over them. And they�re
dust.

She stands, but as she�s turning she receives a fierce kick
in the back. She stumbles. Into the
waiting arms of a hungry vampire. He
grabs her, and quickly brings his fangs down to her neck. Buffy struggles to regain her footing. Suddenly, his head jerks up, and�

Poof. Dusted.

�Hey, girlfriend! Bad
time?� Faith is holding Buffy�s arm with
one hand, and retracting her stake with the other. Buffy smiles, gratefully.

With a wink, Faith helps Buffy steady her balance. They turn to face the remaining
vampires.

�Synchronized slaying?�

�You bet!�

And with that, the girls hurl themselves into the fray.

****************************

�I can�t believe you, B!
What you did in there was way reckless!�
Faith grabs Buffy�s arm, swinging her around.

Buffy crosses her arms, and glares at Faith. She leans into the wall, kicking a trash
can. The echo of the crash echoes down
the alleyway. So much energy left
over.

�Like you�ve never run in, stakes a�blazin�?� Buffy fumes. She�s twitchy, muscles tingling. Hungry?
Yep. Horny? Definitely.
But it�s more than that. She�s
still blazing with fire. Blood still
pumping in her veins. She has to DO
something. �I don�t remember you being
so damned cautious��

Faith glowers. �Don�t
be bringin� up back in the day.�

�All I know is that we�re alive, they�re dusted, and you�re
looking at me THAT way, and it seems all a bit too familiar, - Girlfriend!� Buffy is seething, �We won. Get over it�.

�What is up, B? This
just ain�t you. You fall down and hit your
head or somethin�?�

Faith stops her pacing and stares at Buffy. She looks at her boots, and says quietly, �We
coulda died, Buffy.�

Buffy snorts in disdain.
�As if! We�re the Chosen Two,
Faith. One little nest of vamps isn�t
going to take us down. We�ve saved the
world, closed a Hellmouth, changed destiny and stuff!�

�It doesn�t make you invincible. First rule � Don�t die, remember?�

�I made up that rule.
In fact, I think I made all the rules.
The new ones anyway. So don�t try
to tell me how to do my job.�

�Fine. But��

�And what the hell happened to you anyway. Getting soft in your old age? Geez, I thought having you in town would be
fun!�

Faith looks at her friend, worried. �It will be.
I just think it�s� best not to��

�What? Fight
vampires? Maybe you�d rather have some
old-school fun? Mayor�s Little
Girl!�

�God, B�� Where did this come from?

�I know, let�s play Screw Buffy�s Boyfriend, or hell! Kill Buffy�s Friends! How about Body Swap? That comes with batteries included! Sound like a blast from the past?�

�Shut up! You don�t
mean it. I thought we� I thought we
were��

�Five by five?� Buffy
smiles. A sick, wide grin. She�s enjoying this. Faith squirming and sad. Angry.

Faith doesn�t speak.
Not for a long time. Faith
exhales, slowly. Her breath hitching,
her chin gives her away.

�Buffy, I� can�t� I�m
sor....�

�Whatever.� Buffy cuts her off. �I�m tired of memory lane
anyway. I�m wicked hungry..�

Buffy turns to walk away, shrugging her shoulders. Faith reacts instinctively. She puts her hand out and grabs Buffy by the
shoulder.

�What the fu-��
Faith�s back slams down hard on the cobblestone. Buffy looks down on her, her green eyes flash
briefly with the hatred Faith always tries hard to forget.

�Don�t. Touch. Me.�

Faith flips up, back onto her feet. �Why does it always have to be this way with
us, B?� she asks softly. Her body�s
instinct draws her up into fighting stance.

�Oh, I dunno. Maybe
because you keep PISSING ME OFF!�
Buffy�s throwing a series of wild but hardcore punches. Faith blocks all but the last, which lands
squarely on her cheek. She blinks,
shaking off the pain.

�I�m not gonna fight you, B.
I just wanna talk.� But she keeps
her defensive pose.

�God, did I sound like that?
Whiny and sad, and pathetic? No
wonder you hated me then. I hate me
then.� Buffy fakes a high kick, and then
crouches for a leg sweep. Faith leaps
over the attack. But Buffy pulls Faith
past her and elbows her in the back.

�Goddamnit, Buffy!
What the hell? Why are you doing
this?� Faith can�t help the crack in her
voice, can�t help but let the hurt out.

�Um, lessee� You show
up�� Buffy slams Faith up against the
wall.

�We have a great time��
Buffy slams her knee into Faith�s stomach.

�Then, as usual, you screw...� Faith recoils as the fist hits her face.

��everything�� Again.

�� up!� As the fist
comes for her face again, Faith is prepared.
She grabs Buffy�s wrist, slips around her, and pushes her back up
against the wall, using her body to hold Buffy still. Looking into her eyes, Faith searches for� I don�t know. Something.

But now is not the time for stargazing.

Faith sighs.

�I�m sorry, Buffy�

And knocks her out cold.

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�Giles, I�m wiggin�!
You were right! She�s off her
rocker. Stone cold psycho. She kinda
reminded me of�� Faith runs her fingers
through her long dark hair, pacing back and forth in her hotel room.

Giles stays quiet. He
knows this girl. He waits, listening to
her breathing on the line.

Faith sits on the edge of her bed, playing with the hem of
her tank top.

�of� me. Like me
before.� Faith holds her breath.

�How so?�

�The way she fought the vamps. Not careful.
It was all balls and fists, Giles.
Instinct. And the way she tried
to beat my head in. Just said one little
thing��

�Are you alright, Faith?�

�I think so. She
dinged me up pretty good. But I�ll be OK
in a couple days.� Faith hesitates,
trying to explain. �But Giles, it wasn�t the hitting me that freaked me
out. That�s normal, a thing we just
do. It was the way she looked, the way
she said things. She was gettin� off on
hurting me. She was doing it for FUN,
Giles.�

Silence on the line.

�Good Lord.� Giles
rubs his forehead, glasses in hand.
�Change of plans. Lay low for a
few days. I don�t want you getting
hurt. If her condition escalates��

�I can�t just leave her to patrol alone� She�ll get herself
killed.� Faith touches the bruise on her
face. �No. I�ll go play along with B. Try to keep her out of trouble. You bookish types try to figure out what
kinda mojo she�s under.�

�I�m not comfortable with��

�No choice, boss.
This is the plan.� Faith flips
the phone off and tosses it on the chair.

She walks to the kitchenette, chilly in her undies and tank
top. Grabs the bottle of scotch from the
cupboard. Turns back and flops face down
on the bed.

�Scotland
sucks.�

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Buffy sits at her desk, reading a fashion magazine, boots up
on the polished mahogany. Every now and
then she cracks her gum, blows a bubble.
She thinks to herself, Yeah, it�s
good to be me. Commander of a slayer
army. Head of the new Council. And an expense account, all for my very own. You are mine, shiny new Prada! She giggles, the old Buffy giggle. There�s a knock at her office door.

�Ms. Summers?�

�Send her in.� Buffy
sits up properly, putting away her magazine and swinging her boots back under
her desk. Trying to look�
important? Remorseful?

�Heyyy, B. Just
wanted to make sure you�re OK, about yesterday.� Faith looks at her briefly, then down at the
wood floor.

�Oh god Faith, I am so sorry about the wacky-Buffy thing
yesterday. Look what I did to your poor
face!� Buffy rises from her seat, like
she�s about to go to her. But she
settles back into her chair. �Come here,
lemme see.� She pats the desk corner
expectantly.

Faith dutifully sits on the desk, and lets Buffy trace
around the red and purple marks her hands had put there. �It�s not so bad� You�re OK, right?�

Faith swallows, and fakes a smile. �Five by five!�

�Goody! Cos I gotta
say, I�m itching for some more action.
This desk gig is sooo not me.�
Buffy kicked her legs up and spun in her chair. �So restrictive, know what I mean?�

�Hello?.� Faith waves
her hand, �Ex-jailbird over here!�

�Oh yeah!� Buffy
giggles, but not the same. �So tomorrow
night? It�s a slay-date?�

�Absolutely!� Faith
lights up with a grin.

Buffy takes her magazine out of the drawer and quickly
becomes engrossed, sticking her feet back up on the desk. Cracking her gum, she says �Cool.�

Faith waits for a sign.
A word. A dismissal?

�Uhm� later, B� Faith slowly turns and left Buffy�s office.

And then Buffy knows she�d achieved what she�d been aiming
for before� Powerful.
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