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REBELLION	By : Tanith Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > FemmeSlash - Female/Female > Dawn/Faith Views: 3957 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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For what seemed like the millionth time since the world had gone to hell Dawn found herself sitting at Faiths bedside. It seemed as though the slayer was always at deaths door but this time it was different.
Faith had been dead.
Dawn brushed the matted hair away from the brunettes’ forehead. “Is she going to wake up Wesley?”
The former watcher stepped out of the shadows – he had not realised that Dawn had known he was there. “I don’t know, she might have brain damage.” He regretfully admitted.
“Don’t say that.” Dawns eyes brimmed with tears.
“I’m sorry to upset you but she has a severe head wound and added to that we don’t know how long she was dead until you revived her.”
Dawn tenderly stroked Faiths face, “I don’t know what to do if she dies Wes. She’s the only thing holding The Rebellion together. Without her…”
Wesley put a hand on her shoulder and squeezed gently. “If anyone can come back from this it is Faith, she’s strong and not just because she’s the slayer.”
“She’ll wake up, I know it!” Dawn said emphatically, “She has to!!!”
Because I love her….
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Dawns POV

The next few days passed in a blur to Dawn. She was spending most of the time at Faiths bedside, Angel was making incursions into their territory, they had lost ten teams in the last few days and they were about to loose more. It wouldn’t be long until the ‘demon hoards’ reached the edge of the cave network, their power had been massing for some time but Faith had been keeping them away. Now that they believed the Slayer was dead there would be nothing stopping them. The Slayer was more than a fighter she was a symbol and without that The Rebellion had lost all hope.
Dawn had spent most of her time in meetings, meeting with their own people, meetings with the leaders of other cells. She had little hope trying to convince them that Faith would recover, that they should not give in and flee. It didn’t help that all the time Dawn was flashing back into her personal hell; breathing into Faiths mouth, compressing her chest – waiting for a pulse, some kind of response or divine inspiration; something. She kept having to leave the room not wanting to burst into tears at the recollection in front of them.
‘They don’t respect me anyway, I’m only the slayers sidekick to them. I’ve only had authority when Faith is behind her. As her second in command I get some respect but I know that other people are just waiting for me to screw up so they can take my place.’ Her thoughts were bitter but so was her mood, ‘Hell half of the time they only accept Faiths authority because she can throw them across the room and she has done so in the past.’
Shaking herself out of her funk she looked at the man standing in front of her. Harrison Clark was a man that ‘the gang’ would have never even talked to back in the old days. He had been a career criminal who had the talent for turning people against each other, a talent he was currently displaying. “Face it Dawn, Faith once said that there can only be one leader. She said it right after she broke my nose for questioning her, now I believe that. But we need a leader now and who knows if she will wake up, I’m sorry Dawn but I’m taking control of The Rebellion.”
Dawn looked at his hand on her shoulder to the triumphant look on his face. Shrugging her shoulder violently she grabbed his wrist and twisted, pivoting on her hip she threw him to the ground and pulled his arm up high on his back. “Faith is the leader here and until she tells me otherwise it is going to stay that way!” With one final twist she coldly broke his wrist and got up, “Any questions?”
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Walking back through the uneven passageway she made her way back into Faiths cave. She stopped short in the entrance noticing a man sitting on the floor, she scowled as she recognised the long red hair. He was sitting stroking Faiths hair, her face, talking to her, kissing her softly. Dawn felt her temper rise, she wanted to rip him away from Faith, wanted to throw him across the room. She merely stood above him trying to assert her dominance over the situation.
“Oh hey Dawnie.”

“What are you doing here Oz?” She was surprised to see the tears rolling down his face. “You should be at the other camp.”
“Did you think I wouldn’t come when I heard?”
“No, you haven’t been around for more than a year and you expect to just come back and pick up where you left off.”
“I left because Faith asked me to. Do you think she wouldn’t come to visit me?”
Dawns face hardened as she looked at him, “She’ll never love you! She only uses you for one thing.”
“You think I don’t know that?”
“Is that why you keep crawling back like some pathetic piece of….”
“Dawn!” Wesley shouted. “Why are you two arguing like this? This is the time when we should be sticking together!”
They say that people in comas see, feel and hear things and in Faiths case that was true, after all she did have some experience in matters like this. The first thing she was conscious of was the rough hard ground she was lying on, then voices first Dawns and after a break Wolf-Boys. One of them had been telling her that they loved her – but she couldn’t remember which, things were still a little fuzzy. Then she heard Dawn saying hateful things to Oz and then she felt something which dragged her back into the land of the living.
“B…?” She whispered as her eyes opened, looking around she couldn’t see the blonde slayer and she whimpered – it had been a dream again.
“I was starting to think that you would never wake up.” Oz said, his voice cracking slightly with emotion.
“You had us all worried Faith.” Wesley said in his very proper British way.
“Sorry,” was all that Faith could say, she was still distracted by what she was feeling. Closing her eyes, ignoring their chatter she started to take inventory of herself, her head hurt like hell as did her ribs and leg – these were the injuries inflicted on her by Angels demon army. She focussed her senses harder, something was wrong. Trying to find the cause she sat up and opened her eyes looking straight at Dawn.
Dawn was standing leaning on the wall of the cave, she had said nothing at this point and Faith was a little hurt. “We gotta stop meeting like this kiddo.” Dawn again said nothing, she just thrust her hips forward so that she was standing upright. She was wearing a leather jacket of Buffys that Faith had never seen her put on before, standing facing off to Oz with a confidence Faith had also never seen. Faith stared at her with increasing intensity, “Dawn…I…You…?”
“Do you remember what happened at the bluff Faith?” Wesley got back into his role as a watcher almost instantly, he wasn’t sure what was going on with Faith and Dawn but it couldn’t be pertinent to current events so he ignored it. Faith moaned as she sat up gingerly, her head protesting the movement. Absently the slayer admitted to jumping off of the cliff so that Angel could not turn her but all the time she was staring at Dawn. “Dawn managed to revive you, luckily you drowned rather than dying of injuries sustained during the fall.”
“I saved you.” Dawn said, usually at such an admission her voice would be full of wonder but this time there was no emotion in it – it was a statement of fact pure and simple.
Faith scooted over to the wall where she gripped the round rock, pulling herself upright. Any expression on her face was hidden beneath the shadows cast by the flickering torchlight. “You did a lot more than that kiddo.”
The rough intense timbre of Faiths voice caught Dawns attention. “Huh?”
The slayer unsteadily walked towards her, invading the younger brunettes’ personal space. “Can’t you feel it? ‘Feels like something is crawling under your skin – flowing through your blood. Close your eyes…” Faith placed a hand over the girls eyes, feeling them close automatically. The younger girl shivered under Faiths touch, Faiths voice and contact were hypnotising, Dawn felt her legs go weak she felt as though Faith had cast a spell on her.
“Can you hear voices from the inner caves, hear what they are saying? Can you feel the night approaching – oppressing like a dark cloud - but liberating and exhilarating along with the fear? Can you feel your blood rise along with the moon?”
Dawns breathing had become faster, more laboured. What Faith was saying made absolutely no sense but she could sense everything that Faith was describing, feel and hear all that Faith said she would. Something deep within responded to the older Slayers expert coaching.
For a moment Faith remembered a time when Buffy had looked up at her as Dawn was now; with wonder, apprehension, desire and understanding. Raising her eyes she met Wesleys, and with a curt nod she answered his unspoken question. Before she turned and walked away, struggling internally with her memories and how she had messed up – again.
Wesley took a deep breath to compose himself. “Dawn.” She turned to face him. “You are The Slayer. One Girl in every generation with the power to stop the vampires, to stop the spread of their evil…”
“Ok, Ok.” Faith cut into his diatribe, that speech gets more boring everytime I hear it.”
Dawn meanwhile was wide-eyed with shock. “I…I’m The Slayer.”
“Uh-huh. I can feel it, so can you! It’s true.”
Dawn looked at her impassive face incredulously, believing her but not really wanting to. But deep within her something primal rejoiced.
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6 Months later
“Ok Dawn, after three…” The Slayers were standing at the top of an escarpment ready to jump down onto three demons. “One…Two…..”Dawn jumped Faith looked at her for a moment before muttering “Three.” She groaned before leaping down to join the younger less-experienced slayer. Although outnumbered and being slightly outgunned (Slayers don’t have built in weaponry), they managed to duck and dive around the beasts tentacles. Faith killed two of them, the first she decapitated from mid-air, the second she killed by ripping off all of its tentacles. She stood there dripping with goo watching Dawn. Eventually she managed to kill hers but not before its teeth took a chunk out of her upper arm. Faith walked over and expertly bandaged the wound while the other girl was freaking out about the blood. She had been expecting it but had not intervened – how else would she learn? “Jeeze Kiddo, are you trying to get yourself killed?”

“Sorry bub, there wasn’t time to carry out a plan.”
“1…2…3… Isn’t a plan, it’s…” She smiled in fond nostalgia as she recalled a similar conversation in the past, “Sesame Street.”
“Whatever.” Dawn turned to walk away. Faith was again unwillingly reminded of the past.
“Plans have their place too Kiddo.” Dawn looked at the older slayer surprised by the serious tone in her voice. Dawn shrugged with a smirk, not really believing her. They began walking back towards their HQ when Faith began to talk, “It’s not like you aren’t good at slaying…”
“But…?”
“But…. You are reckless.”
“So where you when you first came to Sunnydale, I remember Buffy talking about it.”
Faith stopped and grabbed Dawn by the shoulders. It shocked Dawn a little, it was the first time that Faith had ever been rough with her, she was a slayer now so it’s not as though it hurt – but Faith had never been anything but gentle to her. “Yeah I was! But I learnt the hard way; remember that Dawn? When the monks gave you memories they couldn’t have forgotten that one right kiddo?” Something had hardened in Faiths eyes and she picked up the pace as though she could outrun her personal demons.
They walked in silence for maybe an hour before Faith grabbed Dawn and pulled her into the bushes. Five demons were escorting maybe 50 prisoners in the direction of the nearest enemy camp. There were a couple of vamps backing them up and the demons were about seven feet tall and covered with spines.
“What’s The Plan?” Dawn asked sardonically.
Faith smiled, “Don’t die!”
“Good planning.” They broke cover almost as one and rushed the demons.
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It was a long intense fight and when they finally got back to the caves both of them were more than a little juiced. “Goddamn that was intense!” Faith groaned leaning back to stretch the muscles in her spine running her hands through her wet hair as she did so.
Dawn stared at the older brunette, “Yeah very intense.” Her voice was soft but also intense, so much so that Faith looked at her hard.
“What’s up kiddo?”
Dawn moved closer in a quick movement bring their lips together in a searing kiss. Faiths blood was already running hot from the fight and she returned the kiss with all of her long repressed sexuality. One of Dawns hands slid to the back of Faiths neck, the other found her hip and pulled her closer. Faiths hands found their way into what she imagined to be a mane of golden blonde.
The older slayer grabbed a handful of that hair, forcing Dawns head back so she had access to the younger girls’ neck. She kissed the length of Dawns throat feeling her pulse jump crazily under her lips, she sunk her teeth lightly into her skin, sucking hard enough to bring a mark to the surface of the unblemished skin.
“Faith.” Dawn moaned, bucking her hips up into the older girl, pressing herself impossibly closer. Rubbing herself against Faiths leg trying to get some friction, trying to ease some of the frustration that she was feeling. Faith felt a hand slip under her shirt and her bra; fingers brushing her nipple, moaning as it became erect at the touch. She growled as Dawn squeezed her breasts hard, breaking the kiss momentarily she ripped the younger girls shirt off over her head. Bending down she began to lick and suck at Dawns breasts, lifting her off of her feet Faith pushed her back against the wall.
Dawn moaned throwing her head back, she didn’t care that it hit the wall, she had been waiting for this for a long time. She lifted her legs and wrapped them tightly around Faiths waist. Her hand slide hesitantly to Faiths waistband fumbling with the buttons slightly she wrenched the older girls pants apart giving her access to Faiths dripping sex. Faith bit the younger girls nipple, hard; when Dawn gasped she swooped upwards to cover her lips again. The kiss was hard and passionate, there was nothing gentle about it. Dawn watched as Faith braced herself against the wall with one arm, using the other to reach under her skirt.
Dawn felt for faiths clit using instinct and was rewarded by a groan when she reached her goal, it was her turn to moan when she found out exactly how wet the older slayer was. Sliding her fingers lower she entered Faith at the same time that Faith broke her hymen. Whimpering with mixed pain and pleasure she bucked harder against Faiths hand. Lost in her fantasy come true, of touching and being touched by Faith she didn’t notice that Faith had never opened her eyes, not since that first kiss. Faith was lost in her own fantasy.
“Oh God Faith…!”
“Faith.”
As Dawns pussy contracted around Faiths fingers she inadvertently pushed harder into Faith, grazing her clit with the palm of her hand. The older girl came with a rush…
“Jesus…Buffy!”

“What!!?” Dawn screamed pushing Faith away from her. The older girl lay still on the floor where she had fallen, her shirt rucked up and her pants unbuttoned. She stared at Dawn, at the blood on her fingers and realised the enormity of what she had done.
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Lightening struck that night, lighting up the night for miles around. This was no ordinary storm, no ordinary night. Something would change this night, all of the animals in the forest could sense it and stayed in their burrows. Even the demons shivered without knowing why.
A vortex opened where the Summers house had once been. Four figures fell from it face down into the mud. A muffled voice came from one of the figures, “Well there goes another huge dry-cleaning bill. At least Dawnie will be happy to see us.”
The figure stood up wiping the mud from her eyes and screamed at what she saw.
“Buffy what is it?” Giles looked around him before falling to his knees, “No.No.No.”
A sentiment that they all shared.
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“Dawn…” Faith stopped short, not knowing what to say.
“Were you thinking about her?” Dawn was pulling on her clothes obviously trying not to cry.
“Dawn...I…”
“Is that all you can fucking say?” Dawn slapped her with all of her slayer strength.
Faiths own temper flared and she caught Dawns wrist, “Alright Dawn, I was thinking about Buffy. I love her. Is that what you want to hear?!”
“Of course it’s not what I fucking want to hear.” She wrenched her hand out of Faiths grasp. “Don’t you know that I love you?!”
“Dawn…”
“Don’t bother. I felt how wet your cunt was, how turned on you were. It wasn’t just sex, I know it.”
I didn’t…”
“And don’t tell me you didn’t know what you were doing, I may not have lots of experience but I know that you knew what you were doing.”
At this Faith felt guiltier than she already was, she got up running a hand through her hair and punched the wall. She’d messed up again. “Dawn, I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry. Just be with me.”
“It was a mistake Dawn, it should never have happened.”
“Faith!” Dawn began to cry, “I love you.”
“But I don’t love you, you’ve always known that. I was just worked up from the fight.” Faith stepped closer to Dawn, wanting to hug her, wanting to comfort the younger girl but knowing that she couldn’t.
“I don’t believe that. I can’t believe that.”
“You don’t want to but you know it’s the truth.”
“You love Buffy?” At Faiths nod, “She’s gone. It’s been nearly five years, she isn’t coming back. I’m a part of her, love me for that at least. I’m a slayer now, you can pretend I’m Buffy.”
“I can’t do that, it wouldn’t be fair on you.”
“Fair on me – what like taking my virginity, crying out my sisters name when you came and rejecting me?” Dawn was starting to get hysterical.
“Why would you even be willing to do that?”
“Because I’d take whatever you’re willing to give me.”
Faith just stared at her. “NO!”
“FUCK YOU!” Dawn clenched her fists and took a step towards Faith.
The curtain screening Faiths room was ripped open, Wesley ran in. “Angels attacking - he’s got hundreds of vampires and demons outside we can’t hold them off.”
Faith looked at Dawn quickly, “Wesley get the evacuation going, you’re in charge of that.”
After he went Dawn said snidely, “What you don’t trust me with that now?”
“You’re a slayer now Dawn, I need you outside with me. We’ll talk about this later.” They both ran out of the room into another battle with impossible odds. But for every second they delayed Angels army more of their people could get away. It was business as usual for the two slayers.
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Buffy was knelt in the mud, looking at the ruins of her old house, she was sobbing and calling her sisters name. She hadn’t been here; the battle had been lost because she hadn’t been here. “I wasn’t here.” She kept saying, “I wasn’t here.”
And while the thunder crashed, something in the bushes moved, something was about to happen.
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