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The Rogue Slayer	By : Kinetickid Category: BtVS AU/AR > FemmeSlash - Female/Female Views: 12311 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer (BtVS), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Faith sighs quietly as she walks by Tara�s dorm, her eyes unconsciously looking up at the general area she knows her room is at. It�d been roughly a month since she�d told the witch about being a slayer. The witch hadn�t tried to contact her, and of course, Faith hasn�t taken the initiative to see how she�s doing. Only getting the occasional comment from Willow to go by, after Willow started to look at her strangely when she kept asking after the witch. According to Buffy and Willow they are studying for finals, since it was almost the end of the school year. So Faith had decided to wait and try and contact the witch after the end of the school year. Maybe see if she�d want to grab a meal. Faith chuckles to herself at the thought, having talked extensively with Mrs. S about the witch.

Noticing the campus is unusually quiet, Faith figures everyone must be studying hard for finals, chuckling at the thought, Faith continues patrolling, looking for something to take her irritation out on. Faith frowns as she cruises around the campus, the hairs on the back of her neck starting to stand on end. Sharpening her gaze, her eyes widen as this huge guy, demon� �What the fuck?� Faith looks the guy up and down. �Frankenstein, I presume?� Faith questions hoarsely.

�You�re the other one.� Adam states calmly in a mechanical sounding voice. �Good, I want to see what you�re capable of.�

Faith ducks a quick strike by the monster, before slamming her fist into his stomach, yanking her hand to her body as she cries out in pain.

�Sorry, does my titanium stomach bother you?� Adam allows a smile to cross his patchwork face before extending the spike in his hand, piercing the slayers shoulder before picking her up and tossing her twenty feet.

Faith groans as she hits the ground, trying to roll so it absorbs some of the impact. Cradling her almost useless right arm to her body, she snarls as she looks up at the monster. �Who the fuck are you?� She yells as she jumps up, snapping off a kick to his jaw, his head barely moving at the hard kick. Landing, she nails his knee with everything in her, finally making him grunt and partially collapse before he slowly stands again.

Adam tilts his head, his gaze narrowing. �That actually hurt. I don�t like that.� He grabs her up with both arms, slinging her a good forty feet away closer to the dorms. �I need to work on this.� Adam looks down at his leg as he limps away into the night.

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Tara sighs quietly as she takes a break from studying. Standing up she works her way over to the electric kettle, checking the water level. Grabbing a large bottle of water she pours some more in before turning the kettle on, deciding a nice cup of chamomile tea wouldn�t go amiss. Preparing the mug and tea bag, she walks over to her window looking out at the night. Thoughts of the dark-haired slayer crossing her mind, wondering how the woman�s doing. Knowing that she�s doing the patrols pretty much every night, by herself, since Buffy is studying for finals, just like pretty much every other student on the campus.

Tara had subconsciously decided to stay away from the dark-haired woman, and the way she makes her feel. Not wanting to chance caring for the woman, or Goddess forbid, Faith care for her and then she turns into a demon. Not wanting the woman to have to possibly kill someone she�s interested in, or could become interested in.

Turning back as she hears the kettle click off, she pours the hot water in her mug. Setting the kettle back down, she tilts her head as she feels� �Faith.� She whispers quickly closing the short distance to the door, opening it. �Sweet Goddess!� Tara cries out, reaching down for the battered and bloodied slayer.

�You closest.� Faith mutters, trying to drag her body into the room. Grunting in pain as Tara wraps her arm around her waist, helping her to stand. �Frankenstein�� Faith coughs up some blood, crying out at the pain in her body.

�Shhh.� Tara eases the slayer onto the bed, watching as the slayer impossibly turns paler, her eyes full of pain, her aura radiating strong reds with the pain she�s in. Whispering a small incantation, Tara blocks some of the pain, and in effect knocks Faith out. Grabbing up the phone, she calls Willow�s room.

�Faith�s in my room, bring the biggest damn First Aid kit you got.� Tara mutters quickly as Buffy answers the phone, hanging up before the other slayer has a chance to say anything. Quickly striding over to Faith, Tara gently eases the slayer�s top off before she prods the dark-haired woman, seeing the bad scalp laceration, Tara quickly grabs all the towels and wash rags she has, pouring the hot water into a bowl. Wiping away the blood, Tara winces, but waits before trying to heal it, making sure there isn�t anything else that needs immediate attention. Pressing a towel against the wound, she runs her hands gently over the slayer�s body, whispering soft nonsense words as the slayer groans, shifting, as her hands press on the already bruised and swollen ribs and stomach.

�Goddess, the internal damage has to be bad. But so is the head laceration. Internals first.� Tara finally decides, deciding they can probably stitch up the head wound, but the internals were going to need something more. Praying quietly to the Goddess for the strength and power to take care of the broken slayer, Tara concentrates on sending all her energy into the woman, seeing the healing of the woman�s internal organs, with a mental eye, the ribs slowly knitting together. Sending the majority of her energy to the internal organs after starting the ribs to healing, Tara whimpers as she finally drains herself. Hoping that what she did would help the worst of it, she glances up as Buffy comes barreling in the unlocked door, Willow a few steps behind her.

�What happened?� Buffy questions, stopping in stunned surprise at the slayer lying on Tara�s bed, almost half naked. Taking a moment, she notices the blood that obviously had soaked the witch�s bed, and the bloody towel behind Faith�s head.

�Who the fuck cares, give me the first aid kit!� Tara growls, yanking the kit from Buffy�s hands, pulling out scissors, sterile pads and silk. Digging around until she finds a needle. �Turn her over onto her stomach, GENTLY.� Tara orders hoarsely, pouring some of the rubbing alcohol in with the hot water, soaking a wash rag in the mixture as Buffy and Willow gently shift Faith onto her stomach. Setting the bowl down beside the woman�s hips. Climbing up on the bed, Tara gently cleanses the wound before snipping the hair away from the gash, frowning at having to cut some of the woman�s beautiful hair, but knowing it has to be done.

Buffy glances at Willow, frowning deeply as she silently tilts her head towards Tara with a raised eyebrow in question. When all she gets is a shrug of the shoulders in response, she watches the witch silently.

�Can you try and hold her still for me? I don�t want her moving around while I�m trying to stitch her head.� Tara questions quickly as she washes her hands with alcohol before tearing open the needle and thread.

�Did she pass out?� Buffy questions as she climbs up on the bed, holding the woman�s shoulders, looking at Willow. �Can you try and hold her head?�

Willow nods. �Hope the bed can hold us all.� Willow mutters.

Buffy sees what Willow means. Quickly hopping back off the bed, Buffy looks at Tara. �Anything under the bed you got to worry about?�

�No. Faith�s more important.� Tara shakes her head as Buffy slides the bed away from the wall a good two feet, so Willow can slide in at the head. Sighing deeply, Tara waits as Buffy and Willow get situated. Gently wiping the wound again, Tara swallows hard as she pinches the skin together. Biting her lip, harder than she realizes, she cleanly stitches nice small stitches in the gash, pulling it closed. Tying off the thread. Tara snips the excess before reaching down for one of the sterile pads placing it gently on the wound before wrapping the gauze around the slayer�s head to hold it in place.

�Can you shift her back? I didn�t get a chance to finish checking over the rest of her wounds.� Tara runs a shaking hand over her forehead, unaware that she�s leaving a streak of blood in its wake.

�How badly is she hurt?� Willow questions as she shifts out from the front of the bed, watching as Tara quickly cleans and bandages the wound in Faith�s shoulder, before she slides her hand down Faith�s body, paying special attention to her abdomen and ribs.

�Honestly? I haven�t a fucking clue.� Tara admits. �She had some serious internal damage, I drained my stores of energy trying to heal them to the best of my ability. She had at least four broken ribs, I started them knitting together to help her slayer healing along, just to be sure that they didn�t accidentally puncture a lung again.� Tara runs her hands down Faith�s legs, frowning at the obvious swelling of one knee. Leaving the tight leather pants on for now, knowing that they�re probably keeping the swelling to a minimum, she checks the other leg.

�Want me to wrap her ribs?� Buffy questions quietly as it looks like Tara�s finished taking inventory of Faith�s injuries.

�Please.� Tara nods her head before opening a drawer in her desk, pulling out a heavy duty pair of scissors. �I�m probably going to get yelled at for this�� Tara mutters more to herself than the other women in the room as she cuts up the leg of the pants, stopping before she reaches the knee. �Willow, can you go get me as much ice as you can?� Tara glances up, making eye contact for the first time with the redhead. �I have a small cooler in the closet, if you can fill it and maybe a couple of the small trash bags with it?�

Willow nods her head, opening the closet, grabbing the cooler and the trash bags sitting on the small shelf unit, running out of the room.

�Sorry for earlier.� Tara whispers as she helps lift Faith, for Buffy to wrap her ribs.

�Yeah, well, I was kind of stupid asking what happened when she needed help.� Buffy admits, quickly wrapping Faith�s ribs, taping the wrap down. �How exactly did you know how to do all this?� Buffy questions as Tara gently lays Faith back down.

�Willow didn�t tell you what I�m taking for college courses?� Tara allows a small smile to cross her face.

�Uh, no.� Buffy shakes her head.

�I�m sort of pre-med. I�m planning on becoming a veterinarian. Have to take a lot of the same courses medical students have to.� Tara admits, running her hand through her sweaty hair.

�I thought you were 18 like us?� Buffy questions sitting back on the bed.

�No, I�m nineteen, getting ready to turn twenty in five months. This is actually my third year of college. My mother signed papers for me to be emancipated before she died.� Tara looks away, running a hand gently through Faith�s hair, sighing deeply. �I graduated high school early, started college technically when I was sixteen. My mother died a few months after I turned seventeen.�

�So, you�s smart?� Faith slurs, her eyes slowly opening, as she groans in pain.

�Shhhh, sweetie. Try and go to sleep. You need to rest and let your slayer healing take care of the injuries I couldn�t help.� Tara runs a soothing hand down Faith�s face, cupping her swollen cheek gently.

�Hurts.� Faith admits, shifting slightly, whimpering.

�I don�t have any power left to knock her out again.� Tara looks up with haunted eyes at Buffy.

�I�ve got pain pills in the kit.� Buffy answers, hopping off the bed, grabbing the bottle out of the kit handing it to Tara. �Faith, juice or water?� Buffy questions after sticking her head in the small refrigerator.

�Get her juice, she can use the natural sugar.� Tara suggests. �There�s bendy straws in the little box on top of the refrigerator.�

�Here�s the ice.� Willow pants as she comes back in carrying the cooler and two bags filled to the brim with ice.

�Buffy, can you get her to take the pills, while I look at her leg?� Tara questions quietly, as she looks down into Faith�s brown eyes. �Take the pills and try to go to sleep, okay?�

�But�� Faith winces, arching up in pain as her ribs creak in protest of her trying to shift.

�Damn it, Faith! Stay the fuck still!� Tara states harshly, looking down into the pain filled eyes. �Don�t piss me off. I�m a scary bitch when I get mad.�

��Kay.� Faith eases her body back down in the bed, her eyes following Tara as she walks back down by her leg. Faith groans as she watches Tara finish cutting her pants, then cries out as the flow of pain makes it from her leg up to her brain.

�Here, take the pills.� Buffy states dragging her eyes away from the woman�s horribly swollen leg, sliding four pills into Faith�s mouth before putting the straw to her lips, watching as she sucks down the juice slowly. When Faith releases the straw, Buffy frowns. �What did this to you, Faith?�

�Frankenstein.� Faith whimpers as she feels fingers prodding her leg. �Part monster, part human, part machine. Wicked strong. Looked like a bunch of demons patch worked together.� Faith clenches her jaw in pain.

�I can�t tell how badly your leg is hurt because of the swelling.� Tara admits, glancing up at the brunette slayer. Wrapping a clean towel around the woman�s knee, Tara stands grabbing extra trash bags out of the closet, triple bagging the ice before tucking them on either side of the slayer�s knee. Kneeling beside the bed, Tara pulls out the boxes, digging through them until she finds her refillable ice pack. Quickly scooping some ice in it, she closes the top before sitting down gently beside the slayer, placing it against the woman�s swollen cheek. �Sleep, Faith.� Tara whispers, watching as the woman tries to fight the pills, and her own body�s natural reaction of wanting to slide into unconsciousness.

�Thanks.� Faith finally whispers, slowly closing her eyes.

�Anything else we can do?� Willow questions worriedly.

�Unfortunately, no. I need to recharge.� Tara sighs looking at the redhead.

�What do you need to recharge?� Buffy questions, frowning.

�I need to get out of Sunnydale. If I spend a few hours at the lake, I can charge my stores of energy and come back here and help Faith along some more.� Tara softly answers, unconsciously running a hand up and down the slayer�s arm beside her leg.

Buffy glances out the window to the slowly lightening sky, realizing her mother should be up, getting ready for work. �Let me call mom. I�m sure you have classes?� Buffy looks back at the blonde witch.

Sighing, Tara nods, trying to figure out what to do.

�When�s your first class?� Buffy questions as she dials her moms number.

Tara glances at the clock, realizing it�s almost 5:00 a.m. Taking a moment to figure out that it�s Friday, she figures her first two classes she can get by skipping, she should be worked far enough in advance to be okay. �I can skip the first couple, I�ll need to take my 11:00 class.� Tara admits.

�Mom, Faith ran into a bit of trouble last night.� Buffy explains quickly what little bit she knows that happened. �Can you maybe come by the dorm, take Tara to the lake outside of town?�

�Of course. I�ll call work, tell them I won�t be in today. One of the perks of being the boss.� Joyce frowns deeply. �What else does Faith need?�

�What do you think Faith�ll need until she�s well enough to go home?� Buffy looks at Tara questioningly.

�Maybe a couple changes of clothes, preferably either loose sweat pants or shorts, loose button up shirts. Normal personal items.� Tara shrugs. �She shouldn�t be going anywhere for a few days, even with what help I can give her, and her slayer healing.�

�I heard, I�ll gather together a bag of stuff, which dorm?� Joyce wonders who�s voice had been speaking, not having recognized it.

Buffy quickly explains where the dorm is at, and that she�d be downstairs in half an hour to wait for her mother. After hanging up, she watches Tara as she slowly stands, gathering her clothes.

�Would one of you mind staying here while I take a quick shower?� Tara actually looks down at her body, frowning at the amount of the dark-haired slayer�s blood that�s covering her body.

�You�re going to need to cover your clothes, or change before showering. Plus, you kinda got some blood streaks on your face and through your hair.� Buffy admits, standing, gathering a washrag and pouring some water from a water bottle on it. �Here, I can at least get the streaks off your face, in case you run into someone.�

Tara chuckles and grins crookedly at the slayer. �Thanks, Buffy. And I am sorry for being kind of b-bossy earlier.� Tara looks down, blushing.

�Willow?� Buffy questions as she wipes the blood gently from Tara�s face.

�Yes?� Willow looks at Buffy, wondering what she�s wanting.

�Why is it that the whole time we were here and Tara was ordering us around and bitching at us, that she didn�t stutter once, but she just did?� Buffy�s eyes twinkle as she grins at the blonde witch.

�Ah, hell.� Tara mutters, blushing even deeper. �Extreme situations, I don�t s-stutter.� Tara admits. �Finished?� She questions as a grinning Buffy steps back.

�Yes, I�m finished.� Buffy smirks at the blushing witch.

�Good.� Tara grabs a robe, yanking it on before grasping her clothes and her shower kit, quickly heading out of the room to go shower and dress.

�How come you didn�t tell me she was going to be a veterinarian?� Buffy questions, glancing at the clock, realizing she was going to have to run downstairs in a few minutes.

�Didn�t think about it. Not something that I thought about telling you.� Willow admits, shrugging.

�Did you know this is her third year in college and that�s she�s only 19?� Buffy questions Willow quickly.

�What?� Willow looks up in surprise. �I didn�t know that, I knew she was taking classes to become a veterinarian and she was finishing her third year, but I didn�t know she was only 19.� Willow shakes her head in surprise.

�Uh, huh. Might want to talk a little bit more with Tara. I think she�s a lot deeper than any of us know. I�ve got to go down and wait for mom.� Buffy glances from the passed out slayer back to the redhead. �Got any idea what�s going on between those two?�

�No. Faith asked about her the past month a few times.� Willow admits.

�And Tara was sure acting very protective over Faith. Curious.� Buffy eases the door open, heading down to the front of the dorm to wait for her mom.

Willow looks curiously at Faith, wondering what�s going on between her and Tara. Also it crosses her mind to wonder why Faith came to Tara�s door instead of theirs when she needed help.
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