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What are we gonna do now?	By : norwalker Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > FemmeSlash - Female/Female > Buffy/Faith Views: 3568 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 5

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Faith lay awake, staring at the ceiling.

It was going to be another sleepless night.

She sighed, and got out of bed, She found her robe, and then rummaged through her drawer for a small package she kept there. She quietly as possible made her way downstairs. She didn’t want to disturb Buffy.

She walked out on the balcony, and took out the package of cigarettes. She knew Buffy hated her smoking, but there were times when she needed one. She took out a cigarette, lit it, and leaned over the balcony, thinking.

Faith had a secret. A secret she couldn’t share with Buffy.

About two years ago, right after Buffy left for England, Angel had approached Faith with an idea. They both knew that Giles and Buffy were going to revive the Watcher’s Council, and create a new organization of Slayers to fight evil in the world. But, somehow, the forces of Darkness always had a clue as to what the Watchers were doing, and it gave them a bit of an edge. It had been luck, and the also the sheer determination of Buffy and Faith, the potentials, and the Scoobies, that had managed to beat back the First.

Angel wanted to do more. What if he and Faith created a program. One financed by Wolfram and Hart. A ‘secret slayer’ program. It could be hidden within Speciaoverovert ops. The idea was to recruit some of the new slayers, those that would otherwise go to The Council, and train them separately. They would be totally covert, their expenses folded into Wolfram and Hart’s Operations budget. In short, a black op. They would be trained so, if something big came down, and the normal Slayers were having problems, this cadre of Secret Slayers would join the battle, throwing a wrench in the plans of the dark side. A small surprise that might favorably effect the balance, and allow the Good guys to take the day.

The irony wasn’t lost on either of them. Here was the biggest baddest mojo for the dark side unwittingly financing a project that would fight against them. That alone had appeal. Also, the idea of training a group of slayers, her way, appealed to Faith. The idea of a small army of “Dark Slayers” as she liked to think of them(herself often referred to as the Dark Slayer) was exciting. She agreed to the plan, and they together, secretly, had put it into effect.

They had found a small Wolfram and Hart property, and old warehouse designated as storage, and converted it. The budget had been fudged to defer the monies to other places. On the outside, it looked like any of a thousand other warehouses. The inside was a whole different story. They had a training room, classroom and dorm rooms for the slayers. It was small…only about 35 girls could be accommodated at any one time.

Secrecy and loyalty were paramount. All girls considered for the program had to undergo strict psychological and personality profiling. Anyone not fitting the profile was thanked for their time, and then a trusted mystic would be used to wipe their memory of the experience. They were returned home, with the cover story that they had failed to qualify for the ‘special’ academy that had been the cover story, and their lives went on as normal. Those who did pass the profiles were expected to work hard. They had to train in secret, and they had to keep up the appearance of a ‘normal’ life. No one must suspect what they were a part of. As far as the world was concerned they were attending a special school for gifted students. Otherwise, they were normal teenage girls with the normal priorities.

They had, at first, considered expanding the operation. But Faith convinced Angel it would be better if she could train these girls hands on. Letting it grow only increased the chances of the secret getting out. After consideration, Angel had agreed. It would mean a smaller group, but a tighter group.

They had so far trained about 150 “secret slayers”. After graduation, they were to return to their ‘normal’ lives, and be ready when they were called. To all outward appearances, they had only attended a special school that boosted their academic skills. After training, the mystic used to wipe the wash-outs memory, was used to ‘boost’ the mental abilities of the graduates enough so that they appeared to have been in an actual academic environment. So far, it was going well. The secret was kept, and the ranks of ‘secret slayers’ were growing.

It all seemed to be going well. Everything was working efficiently. So, why was Faith feeling troubled?

Something was wrong. Something had changed. She couldn’t put her finger on it, but things were changing subtly, and it was nagging at her.

It had started back with the “miraculous” cure of Cordelia Chase. After spending nearly a year in a coma, they had found a way to bring her back to life. Well...consciousness, anyway. Cordy Chase was back , and was a big part of Angel’s life now. It was obvious to anyone that had eyes they had strong feelings for each other. They didn’t act on them. At least, not yet,auseause of the clause in Angel’s curse. But that was being worked on; a team from mystical prophecies, spells and curses were working day and night to find a way to ‘anchor’ Angel’s soul. So, I should be happy for them, right? Mr. Broody gets happy.

But she wasn’t. First of all, there was Buffy. It was pretty clear that Buffy still carried a big torch for Fang boy. I mean, look at her relationship history(ok, I wasn’t there. I’m going on hearsay here, but I had a good source(thanks, Red)). Buffy and Riley. That went…nowhere, fast. Buffy and Spike(Faith shudders. What is it about the blonde and dead boys, anyway?). That started off as a screwfest, and grew into more. But, then Spike died. And came back. And was made “solid” again. And Buffy returned, ready to try to have a relationship. Well, that spark fizzled in like 3 seconds. Both realized that they were just SO wrong for each other(Yay, Buffy!…ok, I’m prejudiced. I don’t think the living and undead should have love relationships.). Getting a theme here? Buffy + other people= disastrous relationships. She just won’t get it that that ship has docked, the passengers have departed, and it has sailed away. She acts like she is all over Angel, but anytime they come into contact, you can see that torch burning in her eyes. And somewhat, in his eyes.

God, on top of everything else, I’m gonna have to find someone for Blondie. Does it get any better? Faith sighs.

Never mind that I ….no, lets not go there, Faith, shall we? That is a tha that aint happening.

The other thing bothering Faith was Cordelia herself. Granted, she hadn’t known Cordy all that well. The only time she had met her was when she would come to visit her in Prison, when Angel couldn’t. But, being in prison makes any visitor you have more special, and you concentrate on getting to know them. And, much as the ‘restored’ Cordy was like the old Cordy, some things…just didn’t ring true.

Ok, it's probably my imagination, and I can’t like point at something and go “ AHA! That’s so not right, YOU’RE NOT CORDY!!!” there are just things that aren’t right. Like, the new introspective Cordy. Ok , so working with Angel had changed her. She was no longer the shallow, clothes conscious, attention sucking queen she had been in High School. I could tell that from the visits. But, this isn’t her, either. She is nearly as broody as Fang. So not Cordelia

And then there were her eyes. Faith is a big believer in how the eyes reflect the soul. And she doesn’t see the Cordelia she thought she knew in these eyes.

I mean, I look at her eyes, and I don’t see any …I don’t know…feeling? … there. She will have the same big smile Cordelia would get when she is happy on her face, but not in her eyes. Also, to me at least, when I would look in Cordy’s eyes, I would see her emotions and feelings…gne. ne. Now, I just see her watching…see how she should act.

Ok, Faithy, now you’re getting Outer Limits weird. This is just so totally off base, I’m sure. Cordy is Cordy, Fang boy is happy (though, something’s not quite right there, either…STOP IT. Don’t start down that road). It’s just my own paranoid fantasies.

So why can’t I shake this feeling?

Faith sighs, and looks out over the city, thinking

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Buffy is having another nightmare:

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In this dream, Buffy is on top of a wall, looking down. She is at a prison, and sees Faith in the prison yard. She is surrounded by a bunch of other prisoners, looking like they’re ready to jump her. Faith looks up and her, her face a mask of supplication.

“B. Help me . PLEASE.” Faith calls out to Buffy

Buffy jumps down from the wall, and runs to Faith’s side. The prisoners get closer, and Buffy asks Faith:

“ What’s going on? What happened?”

She hears a laugh. Faith’s laugh. It chills her.

She turns to Faith, and Faith is sneering at her. She is holding the knife Buffy used to stab her

“ God, B. You really are a Dope, aren’t ya? ‘ Buffy. Help me. PLEASE’ God, you’re easy. At least, that is what Angel always told me”, Faith laughs at Buffy when she sees how her words cut her. “ I guess it’ true, Blondes are dumb. I don’t need your help, B. I really just want to torture you a little, then kill you. Ya know, maybe a little payback for ruining my life? Making me sit in this hellhole of a prison to ‘atone’ for YOUR sins. Yeah…your sins, Buffy. You’re the reason I’m stuck here. Did you try to reach out to me, Oh Ms. Perfect Slayer? Did you ever once make me feel like anything that some piece of crap you picked up on your shoe? When we killed…yes, WE, Buffy, … killed Alan Finch, did you stand BY me Buffy? Or did you throw me to the wolves, so you could save your own ass? And I just thought it was so sweet you were so willing to give my life to save your undead boyfriend. I can’t tell you how touched I was when this knife( she shows Buffy the knife) went home, all so you could let the bloodsucker have me. You fucking Bitch. I even helped you after you stabbed me, told you how to defeat Wilkins. And how do you repay me? Do you once come to see me? Did you ONCE care? No. As far as you were concerned, I was nothing but bad news, a body rotting away in a coma somewhere. And when Ie bae back, and switched bodies with you, did you learn anything? NO. You just drove me away, again. And now I'm in this craphole, and do you once, ONCE , come by to at least visit me? To say maybe you feel bad how things turned out. I don’t even expect any kind of remorse on your part, but do you even throw me a scrap? NO. So, Ms. Always Perfect , I’m getting my payback. Payback for how you used me, and threw me away.” Faith comes up to Buffy, and caresses her face with the blade of the knife.” Don’t worry, baby, I’m not going to kill you…yet. That would be too easy. Too much mercy for you. No, it’s gonna be nice and slow. I’m gonna make you hurt, B, like you made me hurt. Bit by bit, piece by little piece, until you’re begging me to kill you…” at this, Faith puts a small cut on Buffy’s cheek. “ When I’m done with you, you’re poor dead mother won’t know you. By the way, she sends her regards, B. She hates you too, I thought you should know. You killed her, don’t ya know? Your antics, the worry, caused that brain tumor. You're such a total bitch.”

At that, Faith backs off… but stabs Buffy in the thigh with the knife. Buffy grits her teeth, but doesn’t make a sound “ Oh? Didn’t that hurt? How about this?” Faith twists the knife in her thigh, and Buffy screams. She sees over Faith’s shouldngelngel, Spike, her mother. They are pointing and laughing at her.

“ No…Please, Faith…NOOOO … I didn’t mean to…I ‘m Sorry….sorry…”

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” B…wake up…B…you’re dreaming…Wake up!”

“sorry…sorry”

Buffy bolts up in bed with a start, and sees Faith. She backs away, scared.

“ NO…don’t get near me. Don’t HURT me…Leave me alone” She yells at Faith. She pushes Faith back, and runs into a corner, defensive

“B… it’s a dream…that’s all. I’m here…let me …”

“NOOOOOOO!!” Buffy screams, ready to fight.

Faith runs over, avoiding Buffy’s attempts to hit her. She grabs Buffy, and holds her tight. She struggles to hold onto the girl, all the time trying to calm her “ Wake up, B. It’s ok. It’s me…it’s a dream, that’s all… a dream”

Buffy slowly stops struggling. Faith caresses her hair , and talks soothingly too her. Buffy slumps in her arms, exhausted.

Faith takes Buffy back to the bed. Buffy sits on the edge, staring out. She starts to tremble. Just a little at first, then more and more until her body is shaking . Faith holds her, trying to soothe her. Buffy is crying, sobbing out “ I’m sorry, I’m sooo sorry Faith… I’m sorry”

Faith continues to hold her until she has calmed down. “ B, I’m going to get you some water. I’ll be right back” Faith disengages herself from Buffy, and starts toward the door. She almost falls when she trips over Buffy’s purse. ‘What the hell?…Geeze, B. I’m a slob, but can’t you keep your purse out of the way?” Faith bends down to scoop up the contents, now on the floor. She sees a pill bottle, and looks at it. Prescription. For Elizabeth Summers. Take 1 tablet daily in the morning. She looks at the drug, and looks Back at B. Pills? B? What is going on here? Faith quickly shoves it back into Buffy’s purse, along with the rest of the contents, and places it out of the way. She heads out of the door, and down to the kitchen to get the water.

She returns to Buffy’s room, and sees the slayer has lain back in bed. She is curled into a fetal position, and is restless. Setting the water down on the nightstand, she goes over and sits next to Buffy on the bed. She starts to caress her hair, and holds her hand. This seems to calm the blonde slayer down, who soon falls into sleep.

Faith looks down on Buffy, her face worried.

“What’s going on here, B?”

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