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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 4: Take My Breath Away

Dawn sits in the library at headquarters, with Giles and
Xander. She�s looking through the
Compendium of Demonology. Giles was
studying some ancient scrolls from wherever.
Xander was sleeping under his Curses and Hexes for Dummies. It had been a long, long day.

�Feels kinda like old times, huh Xander?� Dawn even swings her legs under her
chair. Not so easy now her legs were so
long.

�Cheese Man!�� Xander
jolts awake, the book falling from his face.

�Yes, Dawn. It feels
excruciatingly like old times.� Giles
stifles a yawn behind his handkerchief, and proceeds to clean his glasses.

�Hey, Giles. Did you
call Will?� Xander asked. He�s been
feeling a bit lost the past little while, with Will gone on assignment in
Venezuela, and the Buffster on� well� a tour through crazy-town. He misses his bestest girl buds.

�We might need her help to un-curse Buffy, and also, Willow-time�� The Xan-man plonks his elbows on the table,
and rests his head on them. Yeah, just resting�

Giles places the glasses on his face, and tucks his
handkerchief away.

�Of course I did. Willow
would want to help.� Giles mumbles, while attempting pull his manuscripts out
from under Xander�s face. �She should be
here��

Willow appears,
floating a few inches above the ground.

�Now-ish.�

�Hey, everyone! Look!
It�s everyone!� Willow
exclaims as Dawn rushes to her.

�Will! I missed
you! Get down here so I can hug
you!� Willow
complies and is immediately swarmed by Dawn, Xander and Giles. She is trapped in Scooby-love for a few good
minutes.

�OK, hi! Only been
gone two weeks! Not that I�m not loving
the loving, but umm�� Willow,
smiling her thin, agreeable smile, breaks the group hug and sits down at the
table.

�Hey Xander, if you�re here, who�s flying the plane?� Willow
asks, mock horror on her face.

�I�ve got Kennedy running Command Central. She�s loving it. A little too much, maybe.�

�Uh-oh. Is she
getting off on the pretty buttons and shiny flashy screens? Or is it the giving orders to a bunch of hot
young girls part?�

�I�d say a bit of both.�
Xander smiles. �But she�s doing a great job. Waay better than Andrew.�

�That�s not saying much,� Dawn pipes in, �He kept calling
C.C. the Bridge, and wanted his call sign to be Picard.�

They all take some time to laugh, feel light. Feel like a family again.

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

Faith waits impatiently by the wrought iron fence. Pacing.
I�m sure she said to meet
here. The west gate of the
cemetery. B wouldn�t ditch me. Would she? Inside her head, Faith is slightly alarmed at
that last thought. But it was her idea! A slay-date!
It was Buffy Buffy, not the freaky-crazy-punching-me Buffy, right?

�What�s the what, Faith?
Been waiting long?� Buffy slinks
out of the shadows, and puts her arm around Faith�s waist. �I am just dying to get my slay on. Ready?�

�Umh�� Faith swallows her words, because what she sees, she
can�t believe.

�You like?� Buffy
twirls around, showing off her new look.

Faith takes it in. Exhale slowly. Remain calm.

She�s dyed her hair dark.
Like chestnut or mahogany. She�s
wearing� Leather pants. Jean
jacket. Tank top. Blood red lipstick. Dark eyes.

�What did you do?�

�You no like? I think
it�s rather fetching.� The pouting here
is extraordinary. Big green eyes looking
up over long dark lashes. And that lip
all quivery�

�But you look� you
look like��

�You?� Buffy smirks,
her new sexy evil smirk. Faith remembers
that look on her own face. That feeling
in her own heart. She wants to say� But better not.

�Yeah, B. I get
it. Imitation and flattery and all
that� Looks good on you.�

�Don�t it?� Buffy
checks herself out. �Let�s go. I�m
itching for a good�Unh.� She punches the
air.

�Good God, Buffy.
D�j� vu! Sorta! I think I
remember saying something exactly like that wa��

�You think too much!�

Buffy struts away, hips swaying in their brand new leather
shell. Faith, open mouthed and freaking
right out, follows close behind.

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

It�s late. There�s
been no sign of vamps, demons... nothing.
Buffy is practically dragging Faith through the village, street by
street.

�Come on! There�s gotta be some action somewhere in this
stupid little hole!� Buffy�s frustration
is building like a volcano inside.

�C�mon B� Faith gently touches Buffy�s hand. �Let�s go back. No evil equals yay for us, right?�

�You don�t want a quality slay? C�mon Firecracker, I know you better than
that!� Buffy looks at Faith, a sneer on
her face.

�What�d you just call me?�
Fear now.

�What?� Buffy gives
her best innocent look, and for once it doesn�t stick.

�Firecracker.�

�I dunno, sounded cute.�

�Buffy, something�s wrong.
There�s no way you should know��
Faith stops, raises a finger over her lips, and whispers �Down, now!� Good ole slayer senses.

�Is that an invitation?�
Buffy snickers, crouching behind the parked car with Faith.

�Buffy!� Faith can�t
take this. Later. She�ll deal with it
later. �There are six of �em. In the
alley. You go left, I go right. On
three?�

�Screw that!� Buffy
slides over the hood of the car, and runs down the street into the dark narrow
laneway.

Faith swears quietly to herself. And runs after Buffy.

�You got me down cold, B.�

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

Buffy and Faith leaned their tired bodies against the worn
red brick, both sliding down to sit.
Panting, and exhausted. Faith
touches her ribcage lightly, feeling out one� no, two broken ribs. These vampires had been harder to beat than normal. Or maybe�

�I�m getting to old for this�� Faith finishes her thought
aloud.

�Whatever. That was some hard core side-by-side action. You can�t fool me.�

A few shaggy breaths.
Faith has had enough. �What is
the DEAL? The whole copycat thing? The
things I said to you�� Faith�s voice wavers. �� back then? How can you possibly remember? And you called me Firecracker!�

�I dunno. Maybe it�s
taken almost ten years for everything you said to sink in. Maybe it makes sense to me now.� Buffy stands up, and walks over to Faith,
offering her a hand.

Faith grasps the hand and grunts as she forces herself to a
standing position, very face to face with Evil-Twin Buffy.

�Your skull�s not that thick, B.� Faith tries to keep it light. �What
happened? You used to be such a
goody-goody.� She tries to pull out her
old smile. Hopes it looks right. Dark enough.

Buffy shrugs.
�Dunno. Don�t wanna know. Feels good though. Feels right.�

�Don�t I know it!�
Faith puts her hand up to meet Buffy�s.
High five.

�Hungry?� Buffy
grins.

�Starved!�

Buffy struts off, leaving Faith to follow. Faith opens her cell phone, and as soon as
Buffy turns the corner, she�s dialing.

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

�So what�s the new Buffy breakdown?� Willow
arrives in the meeting room, and sits at the desk.

�As of this moment, Faith is with Buffy, on an unauthorized
patrol. Faith�s contacted me, with some�
disturbing new information. We think
Buffy� we believe she�s been placed under some sort of curse or hex, which is
altering her personality. She�s turning
into� well�� Giles isn�t quite sure how
to phrase this.

�Into Faith.� Dawn finishes.
�Not new-and-improved Faith. Big
bad Faith. Kill everyone who�s nice to
you Faith. Scary stabby Fai��

�OK, big 3D Technicolor picture. Got it now.� Willow
stops Dawn�s ranting. �So it�s not a
body transforming, Warren-esque thing?�

�I highly doubt it.
Given our most recent dealings with Warren
and his� friends.� Giles put his hand over Willow�s.
A silent acknowledgement of guilt, and still, loss.

�So, we�ve got nothing��
Xander sighs.

�Perhaps we should take this meeting into the library� There might be a chance� We may have overlooked�� Giles is really stretching here.

Dawn is staring into space.
Something she knows.
Important.

�Hairy Demon Thingie!�
Dawn shouts, and it kinda sounds like �A-Ha!�.

�Where?� All heads
turn, looking for a gross hairy demon.

�No. Faith said that
Buff had some snuggly-time with a demon.
With nice hair.� Dawn looks around expectantly. �Equals hairy demon
thingie!�

�Dear lord.� Giles
reaches for his glasses and his hanky.

�Oh, so demon-boy put the sex mojo on her�� Xander likes it when he understands� He bounces in his chair. �But what does that have to do with Faith?�

�Yeah, what could Faith and sex mojo possibly have in
common?� Dawn hopes there�s a mop to catch the sarcasm dripping of that one.

�Depends. It could be
a fear thing. Like, Buffy�s greatest
fear could be that she�d go all dark and kill-y.� Willow
says quietly.

Now there�s silence.
Lots.

�Or� no� she
wouldn�t� maybe have, like� wished� something?� Dawn looks around the table, hoping for a
loud and forceful rejection of her idea.

�Noooo� I mean� She�s Buffy.
She knows better! And are there
vengeance demon men?� Xander slowly
tries to convince himself.

�Well, Buffy and boys seems to be a bad thing. And maybe her pillow talk isn�t all that
organized and efficient. Maybe she lets
things slip after snuggles. Maybe she�s
all �Ooh I wish I had nickel for every time I heard that� or starts singing, �I wish I was an Oscar
Meyer Weiner�� I�m done.� Willow
joins Dawn and Xander in their hopeful stares at Giles.

�Well, yes. Willow. I do see your point. Buffy seems to be, shall we say, unlucky in
love. And of course if the young man is
a vengeance demon, and she didn�t know, she could easily fall into
colloquialisms, habits of speech, and erm� commercial jingles� but as terrible as it may sound now, it�s a
solid theory and we should look into it.�
Giles finally stops polishing his glasses, and puts them back on his
head. �Willow,
could you sum��

�Done.� Willow
raises her arms in the air, and catches a small amulet that appears out of
nowhere. She brings her arms down,
places them resolutely on her hips, and call out��D�Hoffryn?� She waits.
�Don�t you make me ask twice!�

�At your service, Ms. Rosenberg.�

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

Buffy stuffs a couple of French fries in her mouth. �They call them chips here. I was all disturbed about that for a while.�

�At least they taste the same!� Faith chimes in. But inside.
She even eats like me. She fights
like me, talks like me. Looks like me,
fer chrissake!

Buffy looks at her plates, hoping to see some forgotten fry
or piece of batter. Nope. All gone.
She grabs a handful of fries from Faith�s plate, chuckles to herself,
and scarfs them down.

�You done?� Buffy is
still antsy. Still feverish with the
blood pumping.

�Yeah.� Faith
carefully gets up from the table. Whoo, dizzy. Hoping that she doesn�t
have internal injuries. Those are a
bitch to heal. She looks from her
half-eaten plate to Buffy, now pacing and jittery at the door. � I guess that takes care of the hungry.� Because she�s gotta say it.

�Sure does!� Buffy
grabs Faith�s hand and pulls her out of the small storefront restaurant. They walk a bit. More like Buffy storms forth and Faith
stumbles behind.

�What about the horny?�
Buffy pulls her in, looking at her with an eyebrow raised, and a
borrowed, seductive smile. Works every
time.

�God, how did you ever resist me, back in the day?� Faith can�t help herself. She laughs.
The situation�s completely out of her control. She�s scared for Buffy, for herself. And everything�s all dizzy and whooshy around
her. But it�s still kind of� no, it�s
really funny.

�I never could.�
Buffy�s smile gets thinner. She�s
still holding Faith�s hand. Still
pulling her� somewhere. She feels
herself being hauled over bits of debris and stumbling over rotting wood. She realizes there�s a doorway, and
walls� weren�t they just outside?

�That�s not how I remember it. And believe me B, I woulda
remembered that!� Faith�s tired of this
game. Too tired to play good cop. Too caught up in what the blonde was saying
to realize�

That Buffy has her cornered.
That Buffy has her alone, in the dark.
Again.

And Buffy isn�t smiling anymore.

�God, you were so full of it. With your sex-walk, and your sex-smile. All those constant little flirty things you
said to make me blush.� Buffy comes
closer. And Faith�s senses are screaming
for her to pay attention. Now.

�But you didn�t make a move.
Didn�t try me. You just hurt
me. Because you couldn�t have me.� Buffy�s hand is tightening on Faith�s
wrist. Faith looks up in to her own�
Buffy�s� eyes. A flash of ice.

�I hurt you because I was crazy and wicked scared.� Faith vaguely remember that they�ve had this
conversation before. That they�ve hugged
and cried and said all their sorries.
That this part was supposed to be over.
They were supposed to be getting to the good stuff now. Was
that out loud?

�Oh, we are.� Buffy
drops Faith�s hand like it�s on fire.
And backs up. One step.

Faith doesn�t even see the kick before she feels it in her
gut. Her ribs. She doubles over in pain. She can�t breathe. She can�t breathe.

�Come on, Slayer.
Think you can take me?� Buffy
grins wide, mimicking a boxer�s stance.

Faith feels it all come rushing back. The rage. She thought she�d killed that. Left it behind at least. But little Buffy Summers, standing there
mocking her? In those pants?

�Don�t worry �bout me, Girlfriend. I�m five by five.� Faith raises herself up. Fighting stance. Feels the slayer inside take
over. And on her lips is the snarl that
passes for a smile.

And she dives in, tackling Buffy to the ground. Getting to her knees, she pounds a fist into
Buffy�s face.

�There�s my girl.�
And with that said, Buffy grabs Faith and kisses her forehead, before
smashing up against it with her own.
Faith reels back. Buffy stands
up, and sends fists flying with a super fast combination of punches to the head
and gut. Faith manages to block most of
these, but one gets through, and she�s winded.
But just for a sec.

She tries a flying roundhouse, but Buffy blocks it easily
and goes for a sucker punch to those ribs.
Faith anticipates it. It�s easy
in slow motion. She blocks the punch,
and grabs Buffy�s head, smashing it hard into the brick wall behind her. And again.
She sends a fierce knee into Buffy�s back, making the other slayer cry
out. Buffy turns, her face bloody. Her swollen lips still twisted into that
grin. She roundkicks Faith in the face,
sending her to the asphalt. As Faith
works to get up, Buffy sends two swift kicks at those broken ribs. There�s a weird scrunching noise. Faith tries to roll away.

�B, c�mon�� Faith is
coughing.

Buffy gets on top of Faith, and grabs her hair with both
hands, Smashing her face into the ground.

�You�re nothing!� And
still holding her hair with one hand, Buffy punches Faith in the face with the
other.

�Disgusting!� Faith
feels the fist shatter her nose. But the
fear hurts more� Oh, no. Not that day.
We�re doing that day� I � can�t� Not again.

Faith gets a hand free, and she slaps Buffy in the
face. She grabs the other slayer�s fist
before it can strike. She shoves Buffy
away with everything she has left�

Faith struggles to her feet.
Breathing. Breathing. Concentrate on breathing. The
wall will help me stand up. Good
wall. Nice wall.

Buffy is already in fighting stance.

�Look B. I can�t run,
and I can�t fight. I�m hurt bad, can barely breathe. So kill me, don�t kill me. I�m not running lines with you anymore.� She chokes it all out, gasping in between
each word. It hurts so much to talk,
waste the air.

The air around her darkens.
Closes off. Fade to black?

�Awww, you don�t wanna play?� Buffy puts on Faith�s old sulky pout, walks
Faith�s strut, and looks into Faith�s swollen, bloody face.

Faith braces her body for more pain. Cringes.
Closes her eyes.
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