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The Rogue Slayer	By : Kinetickid Category: BtVS AU/AR > FemmeSlash - Female/Female Views: 12311 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Buffy runs out to the Jeep as her mom pulls into the parking lot. Grasping the bags from her mom�s hands, she allows a small smile to cross her face.

�How bad is she?� Joyce questions, following Buffy.

�Pretty bad. For some reason she made her way to Tara�s door. Tara�s a witch, she used all the powers she had trying to heal the worse of Faith�s injuries, but she still isn�t happy with how badly Faith�s hurt and wants to re-charge. Hence you taking her out to the lake, she said something about being able to recharge after a couple hours there.� Buffy explains quickly as they make their way to Tara�s door. Quickly opening the door, she let�s her mom precede her in, before placing Faith�s items beside the door.

Tara glances up from where she�s trying to gently wash away some of the blood and dirt from the slayer�s body. Patting the slayer�s arms and chest dry, Tara reaches down for the blanket, gently laying it over the woman.

�Hi.� Tara smiles crookedly at Buffy�s mom, wiping her hands dry before holding one out to shake Joyce�s hand.

Joyce tilts her head, looking at the witch. It finally occurs to the woman, that this is the woman Faith was talking about. As she shakes her hand, she smiles. �I�m Buffy�s mother, Joyce. How�s she doing?� Joyce�s eyes shift to the sleeping slayer.

�Better than she was.� Tara admits, turning back to look at the slayer, running a hand over the woman�s forehead. �I want to charge my batteries, as it were, so I can help her more.�

�Who�s going to stay here with Faith while I drive Tara out to the lake?� Joyce looks from Willow to Buffy. �Don�t you both have classes this morning?�

�Yes.� Willow admits. �Buffy and I can�t miss this mornings class, the professor made it clear that any student missing any classes this close to finals would get a failing grade.�

�Tara, can you drive?� Joyce questions the blonde with a raised eyebrow.

�Yes, ma�am.� Tara nods, looking in surprise at the set of keys Joyce presses into her hands.

�Buffy will show you my vehicle. Do what you have to, I�ll stay here with Faith. Anything special I need to do?� Joyce explains quickly.

�If she comes to, try and get her to take some more pain pills. I�ll fill the cooler with ice again before I leave.� Tara checks the ice packed around Faith�s leg, frowning.

�Go to the lake. I can get ice, or have Buffy and Willow run down for more ice before they have to get ready for class.� Joyce waves the woman away. �Go.�

Tara grins briefly at the woman. �I�ll be back as quickly as I can.� Tara grabs her purse as she practically runs out of the room.

�Guess I should go with her to show her your vehicle.� Buffy mumbles before quickly heading after the witch.

Joyce chuckles, before turning back to the dark-haired slayer, frowning. �How badly was she hurt, Willow?�

Willow sighs. �I don�t know for sure, Tara mentioned something about at least four broken ribs, a punctured lung, internal damage, the hole in her shoulder, a nasty gash in the back of her head and her knee. I think those were the worst of it. There seems to be a lot of bruises and scrapes also.�

�She should be in the hospital.� Joyce frowns as she looks at the blood soaked sheets.

�She�s probably better now than she would have been in the hospital.� Willow admits quietly. �Tara drained her energy healing a good portion of Faith�s wounds. Stitched up the scalp wound and bandaged a couple other wounds.�

�Where did she learn to do that?� Joyce questions, unknowingly taking Tara�s place beside the slayer, running a hand gently over the slayer�s forehead and cheek.

�She�s training to be a veterinarian.   They have to take a lot of the same classes that pre-med students do. She�s in her third year of college.� Willow explains, as she fidgets watching Faith, feeling at a loss as to what to do.

�And she�s obviously the witch helping you out.� Joyce looks up, smiling softly at the redhead.

�Yes. She�s helping me get control of my powers, showing me where I�ve gone wrong and the right way of doing things. She�s been a great help.� Willow nibbles on her lip.

Joyce glances towards the door as Buffy comes in.

�Let me get some more ice, we�re going to need to go here soon for class, Willow.� Buffy smiles at her mother.

�I�ll go ahead and get ready, see you at the room.� Willow quickly leaves Tara�s room.

�Mom, want to help me with these?� Buffy questions grasping the two bags on either side of Faith�s leg.

�They�re still cold and have ice in them, why don�t you get more bags, filling them with ice and I�ll replace them later.� Joyce offers as she feels the bags.

�Okay. I�ll be back in a few minutes.� Buffy grabs more bags out of the box in the closet before grasping the cooler.

Joyce frowns at Faith. �What am I going to do with you?� Joyce grumbles, grasping the wash cloth Tara had been trying to clean Faith with, running it gently down the woman�s arm and hand, frowning at the swollen, bruised knuckles. �Need to ice these down also.�

Buffy let�s herself back into Tara�s dorm room. �Here, mom. Sorry about this.� Buffy frowns. �We�re going to have to figure out what the hell did this to Faith and take it out. If it hurt her that bad, it probably isn�t going to be easy.�

�Be careful. Go to class, honey. I paid good money for them, after all.� Joyce smiles sadly at her daughter.

�Love you.� Buffy whispers as she hugs her mother tight.

�Love you, too, honey.� Joyce smiles as she watch�s Buffy leave. Sighing quietly, Joyce slowly works on removing the bedclothes and sheets from under Faith, thankful that it didn�t look like the blood had made it to the mattress. Checking the closet first, Joyce smiles as she sees the stack of linens at the top of the closet. Pulling the sheets down, she grabs a couple of the large trash bags, placing them under Faith�s swollen leg, hoping to keep the condensation from soaking the mattress. Covering the bags with a couple towels, wincing in sympathy as she hears a groan come from Faith, Joyce gently shifts the slayer as she re-makes the bed.

Sighing at the ruined pants, Joyce looks around, eyes lighting on the heavy scissors lying on the desk. Chuckling quietly, she looks up at the dark-haired slayer. �You�re probably going to be more pissed about a pair of your leather pants getting demolished than anything.� Joyce glances over towards the clock, realizing that Tara�s probably been gone a little over two hours, walking over to the window she glances out, smiling as she sees the blonde hurrying towards the building. �So Tara�s your young woman�s name. She seems to care about you, Faith.� Joyce chuckles before she heads back towards the slayer�s pants, planning on cutting them the rest of the way off her.

Tara eases her dorm room door open, closing it quickly as she drops her purse on the desk, walking over to Joyce. Realizing that the older woman had obviously changed the bedding, along with helping clean Faith up, she smiles briefly. �I don�t think we got much of an introduction. I know you�re Mrs. Summers, Buffy�s mom. I�m Tara Maclay.�

�Hi, Tara.� Joyce smiles. �I�m going to go ahead and cut these pants off her, get the old clothes away from her, wash her down as good as I can before putting a pair of my sweat pants and an old shirt of mine on her.�

�Let me help, that way I can check for any additional wounds that I might have missed before. Now that my �batteries� are full to overflowing, I can see where the worse damage is and take care of it first.� Tara grins crookedly at the older woman.   �I hope she won�t be embarrassed about this.� Tara states, not thinking.

�Faith? Embarrassed?� Joyce chuckles loudly. �I don�t know if it�s possible!�

Tara blinks a couple times as she looks at Buffy�s mom. �That may have been a stupid statement. She actually doesn�t seem like the type to be embarrassed.�

�She isn�t. She has a tendency to runaround upstairs naked, I�ve bought her three robes, but she won�t use them!� Joyce rolls her eyes as she finishes cutting up the one leg of leather pants before going over to the other leg.

�She lives with you?� Tara questions as she eases her hands around the slayer, unhooking her bra, gently easing it down the woman before tossing it in her hamper.

�Yes, she does. She�s been living in the house for the last year, give or take.� Joyce glances up, watching as Tara closes her eyes, gently running her hands over Faith�s head, slowly working her way down the slayer�s body. Surprised at the gentleness of her hands, noticing as they linger at the slayer�s ribs. �Are her ribs bad?�

�There were at least four broken, one had punctured a lung. I want to make sure I healed the puncture completely.� Tara explains softly. Using her inner sight, Tara sighs in relief. �It�s healed.� Tara opens her eyes and glances back at Joyce. �Want some help getting those pants off her?�

�Might be easier.� Joyce grins as she finishes cutting through the heavy leather. �I�m going to have to buy her a new pair of pants. She�s going to be pissed. I think these were her favorite pair.� Joyce chuckles quietly.

�Well, technically I�m the one that cut them first. But there was no way they were going to come off that leg without being cut away.� Tara admits looking at the still swollen leg. �Here, let me do something.� Tara closes her eyes concentrating for a few moments.

�Wow!� Joyce mutters in awe as Faith and the ice bags are lifted a couple inches off the bed, watching in surprise, before realizing Tara was doing this to make it easy to pull off Faith�s pants. �Might help if I do what I�m supposed to.� Joyce grumbles, glancing up as she hears a tinkling laugh come from the blonde. Removing the pants, Joyce rolls her eyes at the naked slayer.

�Obviously she doesn�t believe in panties.� Tara mumbles, blushing lightly.

�She does, I�ve seen them occasionally. But not that often.� Joyce admits, grabbing a towel and throwing it over the slayer�s nether regions.

�She�s like a daughter to you, isn�t she?� Tara questions as she works her way down the slayer�s good leg before sliding around working her way up the slayer�s swollen leg, frowning deeply at the damage.

�Very much so. Here lately we�ve been talking a lot, becoming closer.� Joyce admits.

�Don�t tell�me.� Faith grumbles.

�Shhh. Faith, don�t you dare try and move. I�m at full power and you don�t want to see me mad, remember?� Tara walks up to the top of the bed, running a hand soothingly over the woman�s forehead.

�Thirsty.� Faith croaks, forcing her eyes open.

�Let me get you some juice and some more pain pills.� Tara smiles down at the slayer�s hazy eyes.

�Sorry for mess.� Faith mumbles, her eyes drooping closed before she forces them open again.

�Nothing to be sorry about, Faith.� Tara answers softly as she grasps a juice, the pills and another straw. �I just want to see you well, that way you can be a smart ass and yell at me for ruining your pants.�

�Gotta talk �bout that. Favorite pair, too.� Faith grumbles, moaning as she shifts her leg. �FUCK!� She cries out.

�Shhh, sweetie. Next time you wake up, it�ll be better, I promise. How�s your head feeling?� Tara questions after the slayer swallows the pills along with the whole bottle of juice.

�Jackhammer city.� Faith admits, looking into worried blue eyes, before her gaze moves and she sees Joyce standing a short distance away looking at her worriedly. �Sorry, Mrs. S. Won�t unpack today.� Faith staggers out, her eyes trying to close again.

�Don�t worry about it, Faith. Just go back to sleep. If you feel up to it, I�ll see if I can get one of those meat lover�s pizzas delivered here for you along with a couple orders of those spicy wings you like.� Joyce looks at the slayer, feeling an uncontrollable urge to take a shotgun to whatever did this to the slayer.

�Thanks, guys.� Faith whispers as she slowly loses consciousness again.

�Her leg has the worse of it now. I�m going to use the majority of my energy on that. I think she tore just about every major tendon and ligament in the knee. Plus I think she might have torn part of her muscle away from the bone.� Tara admits as she eases down beside the leg, kneeling on the floor. �This�ll probably take me a few minutes.� Tara glances up, looking apologetically at the older woman.

�Anything you can do to help her is appreciated.� Joyce smiles softly. �Don�t worry about me.�

�Thanks, Mrs. Summers.� Tara let�s a quick smile cross face, before she closes her eyes concentrating on the slayer�s leg.

Joyce curiously watches the blonde woman, before her eyes go back watching as the woman�s hands delicately maneuver over the slayer�s leg, barely touching the flesh. Joyce watches in amazement as the swelling finally seems to start subsiding right in front of her eyes. When she glances back up, she smiles at the blue eyes looking back at her questioningly. �Fixed?� Joyce questions softly.

�I took care of all the internal damage. There will probably still be some swelling, so we should try and keep it iced as much as possible.� Tara takes a deep breath, allowing her hands to stay on the woman�s leg for a moment. �She�ll probably still have some pain, but nothing like she was having.� Tara shifts and stands, slowly she removes the bandaging around the slayer�s head checking the head wound, noticing how it�s already knitting together. �I�ll probably need to remove these stitches when I get back from classes this afternoon. Let me get some water, so we can work on washing her down a little better. I�ll need to get these down to the wash before heading to class, I might be able to get the majority of the blood out.� Tara frowns at the bedclothes.

�Let me take them home, I made up this solution that does a pretty good job with blood. Kind of had to between Buffy and Faith.� Joyce explains.

�You don�t have to.� Tara shakes her head, then sighs as she sees a stubborn look come across the woman�s face. �But I would appreciate it. Let me get some hot water.�

Joyce smirks as she watches the woman leave the room. Looking at the bags of almost pure water, Joyce removes them from around the slayer�s leg, wondering what to do with them. Setting them on the floor by the door for now, she turns back, bundling up the bedding as much as possible so the blood isn�t showing.

Tara smiles self-consciously as she walks back into the room carrying the large bowl of hot water. �I�m going to have to go to class here in a few minutes.� Tara explains quietly as she sets the bowl on the nightstand grabbing a wash cloth, squirting her shower gel on the washrag, grinning at the vanilla smell. Gently washing the slayer�s face, Tara slowly works her way down across her neck, shoulders, arms, hands, carefully cleaning the scuffed hand, sending a small amount of healing into the cracked knuckles.

Joyce tries not to smile at the obviously tender way the woman is cleaning Faith as she grabs another wash rag, starting at the slayer�s feet, slowly working her way up the slayer. As they finish washing Faith. She glances as Tara. �Should we turn her over and clean her back?�

�Probably. Let me levitate her, then we can wash her down quickly before I set her down again.� Tara uses the majority of the last of her energy lifting and turning Faith, holding the slayer above the bed as she quickly cleans down the strong back and across Faith�s muscular ass as Joyce cleans up the strong legs. As they finish drying the slayer, Tara turns Faith back over, gently letting her lay down on the bed. �Maybe for now, we should just leave a light sheet over her body, kind of let her wounds get a little air.�   Tara suggests as she wipes down her hands. �Goddess, I�ve got to hurry.� Tara glances at the clock, looking down at her wet shirt, yanking it off and replacing it as she slides her shoes on, grabbing her book bag.

�Go, we�ll be okay. I�ll just baby sit the sleeping slayer.� Joyce smiles at the hurrying witch.

�Please make yourself at home. Anything, everything you can look at. Thanks, Mrs. Summers.� Tara smiles quickly before she leaves the room.

Joyce looks around the room, deciding to run the bags of melted ice down the hallway, dumping them in the sink before coming back to Tara�s room. Placing the other bags gently against Faith�s legs, she looks around the room, actually paying attention for the first time. Tilting her head she looks at the sketches, smiling at the animals and landscapes. As she starts to turn to the book shelf, she stops and turns back to the sketches. Wonderingly, she looks at the T. Maclay signed at the bottom of the sketches. Curiously she works her way around the room. �So, Tara Maclay, you sketch?�

Chuckling softly, Joyce glances over the books, finally picking one that looked like an actual book, not a magic book and sits down in the chair, settling in to read until Faith comes to.

***

�Mrs. S.� Faith hoarsely calls the woman�s name after trying for a few minutes.

�Sorry, Faith.� Joyce sets down the book quickly closing the distance to Faith. �Want something to drink?�

�Bathroom.� Faith admits, grimacing.

�Then you need clothes on.� Joyce admits. �Do you think you�re going to be good enough to get down to the bathroom?�

�Think so.� Faith groans deeply as she slowly moves her body to the edge of the bed.

�Easy, Faith.� Joyce grabs the bag of clothes she brought with her, easing the sweat pants over Faith�s legs, pulling them up gently, leaving them half on as she pulls her shirt out, easing her right arm in first before pulling it over her left arm, buttoning it quickly.

�Feel like a damn kid.� Faith grumbles, accepting Joyce�s arm to help her stand as the woman finishes pulling her sweat pants up.

�You were hurt badly, Faith. Really bad. Tara healed the worse of it.� Joyce explains everything that she knew Tara had done as she helps Faith slowly down to the bathrooms.

Whimpering as each step jars her body, Faith shakes her head. �Guess I made it to the right person.�

�What made you come to Tara, Faith?� Joyce questions softly �You know Buffy is going to wonder why you came here instead of to her and Willow�s room.�

�Honestly, a combination of things. It was closer, and it�s where I wanted to come.� Faith admits �I got it from here.� Faith maneuvers her way into the handicapped stall, sighing quietly as she finally uses the bathroom.

�Are you well enough to eat? If you think you can stay with us long enough, I�ll order some food to be delivered.� Joyce helps Faith slowly back to the room.

�Please, I�m about starvin�.� Faith admits, as she sighs in relief as she eases back down on the bed, watching as Joyce gently lifts her legs to place on the bed.

Joyce turns to the board where Tara placed menus to places that delivered to the campus. �Here, pick what you want.� Joyce hands the menus to Faith, frowning as the woman�s hands shake slightly.

�I feel as weak as a newborn baby.� Faith admits, running a hand up over her sweating brow, before moving her fingers back to the source of her pounding head. Wincing slightly as she fingers come in contact with the stitches. �Who stitched me up?�

�I think Tara. Buffy mumbled something about Tara ordering her and Willow around while she took care of you. Seems your young woman can be quite the spitfire.� Joyce grins at the dark haired slayer. �Of course all I�ve seen is a very caring young woman that�s doing everything within her powers to help you get better.�

�Tara a spitfire?� Faith frowns at the thought. �I�d like to see that.� Faith allows a small grin to cross her face. �I really got to get to know her better.� Faith glances over the menu. �Can we get some Chinese?� Faith looks up hopefully at the woman.

�Anything you want, Faith. You want your usual hot and spicy?� Joyce questions as she takes the menu from her.

�Of course.� Faith chuckles, then groans, holding her ribs. �Still fuckin� hurts like hell.�

�Tara said it would. We�ll get you fed, then you can take a couple more pain pills and crash for a few more hours.� Joyce offers as she calls the number, placing an order for a bunch of different items, while glancing at the clock. Realizing Tara would be back soon, she adds a couple more items to the order, hoping that something she ordered Tara would like.
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