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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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Tara practically runs back to her room, opening the door, she stops as the smell of food about knocks her back.

�Hungry?� Joyce smirks waving towards the containers of food covering almost every surface of the room. �Hope you like Chinese, even though I did just get some sweet and sour chicken and pork, with the sauce on the side.�

�Ummm. Sure.� Tara grins quickly, placing her stuff down by her desk, walking over to Faith who is scarfing food down. �How are you feeling?�

�Better.� Faith looks up into the warm caring eyes looking back at her. �I owe you huge.� Faith admits.

�No you don�t.� Tara whispers easing down on the side of the bed, easing the slayer�s face away to look at her scalp. �When you finish eating I want to take those out.�

��Kay.� Faith mumbles, almost shyly.

�How sore are you?� Tara questions glancing over the woman, smiling at the sight of her in Joyce�s shirt and sweat pants, the baggy clothes not looking right on the woman.

�Not to bad.� Faith smiles at the witch, trying not to move to much.

�Liar.� Joyce grumbles between mouthfuls of food. �She�s still in a lot of pain, and extremely sore. She�s being all stubborn right now.�

�Mrs. S!� Faith hisses at the woman, turning her body towards the older woman, groaning in pain.

�Mmmmm hmmm.� Tara shakes her head, patting Faith gently on the shoulders. �Take it easy, you can stay here as long as you need to.� Running a hand up, Tara brushes a thumb over the bruised cheekbone, before pulling her hand away and shifting off the bed. �So, what all food do we have here? Or maybe I should say, what don�t you have?� Tara glances up, chuckling quietly.

�A lot of spicy food, Faith has a weakness for it. Pretty much a little bit of everything. Pick a container, try it. We�re not real picky with food.� Joyce watches as Tara investigates a couple containers, finally picking one, grabbing up a pair of chopsticks to quickly pull a piece out.

�Hmm. Good.� Tara grins as she slowly sits down by the closet door, on the floor to where she can look at both women. �Faith, it�s going to probably take you a few days to heal good enough to start back on patrols. I want to ask you a very big favor, I don�t want you patrolling until then.� Tara turns serious eyes on the slayer. �You�re going to be tender and sore, I helped the worse of it, but the wounds are going to be easily re-inflicted if you�re not careful. Your slayer healing will need time to finish doing the job.�

�But B�s got to study.� Faith watches Tara.

�Don�t care. You�re important, and I�d rather not have you show up like that again, or worse.� Tara whispers the last. �Buffy can do patrols, Riley and his crew are paid to do this, so you need to take the time off and heal properly.�

Joyce chuckles quietly at the stubborn look crossing both women�s faces. �You two are both pig headed and stubborn. You�d really make a good couple.� Joyce laughs as two pairs of eyes bore into her. �What?�

�Mrs. S!� Faith growls warningly, shifting in the bed, paling as a serious bolt of pain works its way through her body.

�Damn it, Faith!� Tara practically drops her food on the floor, jumping up and pushing the slayer back against the bed. �You�d probably try and go out tonight on patrol, wouldn�t you, you stubborn bitch?�

�It�s what I do. It�s all that I do.� Faith grumbles, her voice showing more of the pain than she wished it did.

�I�m going to go get some more sodas.� Joyce offers quietly, leaving the two women alone.

Faith and Tara don�t even notice the older woman leaving, as Tara stares hard into the brown eyes. �That�s not all you are, Faith.� Tara states calmly, her heart tugging at the thought of the woman thinking that�s all she�s good for.

�Okay, I fuck, I dance and I slay. That�s pretty much what I am.� Faith�s eyes search Tara�s. �I don�t know nothin� else, Tare.�

�Faith�� Tara swallows as she sees the deep want buried in the slayer�s eyes. �Why did you come to my room?� Tara questions softly.

Faith glances away from Tara. �It was the closest.�

�The truth, Faith.� Tara lifts her hand to Faith�s cheek, and turns it to look into the scared brown eyes. �I want the truth.�

�I wanted to.� Faith admits, her eyes searching the witch�s blue eyes. �I couldn�t help it.� Faith whispers.

Tara sighs softly. �This is so wrong.� Tara whispers, confusing the slayer with her words before she leans in, kissing the dark-haired woman gently. Brushing her lips softly over Faith�s for a few moments, Tara finally leans back away from Faith. �Goddess.� Tara whispers, closing her eyes. �Faith, you don�t know me. There are things that could fuck up whatever is possibly happening.�

�What things?� Faith questions hoarsely, the simple caresses making her realize that there possibly could be such a thing as love.

Tara searches the slayer�s eyes, not knowing what to say. As the door eases open, Joyce coming in, Tara sighs quietly. �Eat, Faith. Then take some more pain pills and try and get some rest. Thank the Goddess that today is Friday. I can take care of you this weekend until you�re feeling better.� Tara turns and walks back to her food, surprised that it hadn�t fallen out onto the floor. Sitting down, she doesn�t say anything else and proceeds to eat her dinner.

Joyce�s looks questioningly at Faith, when all Faith does is shake her head gently, her eyes going back to the witch, Joyce gather�s a couple containers of food, placing them in a bag to take home to eat later. �Buffy called earlier to check on Faith, making sure she�s okay. She said she might stop by later, but she wasn�t sure. I need to run by the gallery on my way home, make sure they got the shipment in and unpacked okay.�

�Thanks, Mrs. S.� Faith waves her hand at the woman, turning her gaze back on the witch.

�Thank you, Mrs. Summers.� Tara stands walking with the woman to the door. �If you were interested in that book, you can take it with you.� Tara grasps the book up from the chair Joyce was sitting in, handing it to the woman.

�Thanks. I�ll bring it back when I finish. Or maybe have Faith bring it back.� Joyce smiles briefly at the witch. �You two take care, don�t do anything I wouldn�t do.� Joyce smirks at Faith.

Faith can�t help the laugh that comes out, then groans deeply. �No makin� me laugh! �Bye.� Faith smiles, allowing a small chuckle to escape her lips at the older woman.

�Take care of her.� Joyce places a gentle hand on the witch�s shoulder. Leaning in she whispers quietly. �She likes you, you know.� Smiling, Joyce pulls back, her eyes twinkling at the surprise and the light blush crossing the woman�s face. �Hope to see you frequently.�

�Goodbye.� Tara calls after the quickly departing woman as she shuts and locks the door before turning back to the room. �Do you want some more food?� Tara questions softly, watching as Faith tilts the container up to her mouth, finishing off the small pieces of food.

�Please.� Faith looks at Tara, almost embarrassed.

Tara chuckles softly. �Any particular container you want me to grab?� Tara questions as she looks through different things.

�Look for something with that thick red sauce that smells spicy.� Faith suggests, smiling as Tara giggles.

�That description fits most of the food here.� Tara grabs a couple containers, sitting them down beside the slayer. �Eat up. I�m sure that�ll help your metabolism and healing to work better.� Tara reaches down, grabbing her container and chopsticks, sitting down on the now vacant chair, curiously watching as Faith stabs her food with her fork, quickly working her way through another container.

�You gonna tell me what you meant?� Faith questions, looking up occasionally at Tara.

Tara sighs looking down at the floor as she plays in the food that�s left in her container. �Faith� Damn.� Tara unconsciously brushes her hair back, tucking it behind her ear, not something she normally does as she�s self-conscious about showing her ears.

Faith watch�s the witch, wondering what could be so bad to make her afraid of saying whatever it is. Faith�s eyes unconsciously follows the witch�s movements, surprised at the woman�s ears, noticing the slight abnormality. For some reason she has the urge to run her tongue over the flesh.

Tara picks at her skirt, before she glances up at the slayer. �Do you really want to chance g-getting involved with someone that you m-may have to k-kill in five months t-time?� Tara stutters, her eyes boring into the surprised brown eyes of the slayer.

�What do ya� mean?� Faith questions, confused.

Tara sighs, slowly explaining her life. How her father was convinced she was a demon. That her mother was a demon. When she turns twenty, she�d become like her mother. Tara softly explains that while her home life wasn�t great, it wasn�t bad. Her father liked to yell and drink, but never got abusive. How he was old-fashioned, that women were meant to take care of the men folk. How her mother helped her, allowing her to continue with her education away from her father. How she�d given her daughter her family�s jewels and the money she�d been able to squirrel away. Finally going on to explain about her mother dying of Leukemia.

Tara finally looks back up at the frowning slayer. �If I turn into a demon when I�m twenty, will you be able to k-kill me if we act upon this attraction, Faith?�

�It sounds like a load of shit, Tare.� Faith growls, looking up with angry eyes. �Sounds like some kind of shit he made up to keep you guys under his control.�

�That�s what I thought.� Tara admits softly looking down. �Until I met you and found out that demons are real.� Tara glances back up, tears in her eyes. �My mom never argued the point, she never tried to explain whether it was real or not. She�d just look at me and smile this soft knowing smile. When I�d ask, she said whatever happened would happen.�

Faith snarls her lip. �Was your mom evil? Was she mean? Did you notice anything that would make you even remotely think that she would hurt anyone?�

Tara jerks her head up, looking at the woman. �No. She was the k-kindest, most g-giving person I know.�

�Then why would you think that she was a demon? Why would you believe that you�re going to be evil?� Faith shifts around in the bed, ignoring the pain, to stand walking over to the witch. �Why?� Faith questions, looking at her. �Nothin� you say will make me believe that you�re going to become a demon. Nothing!�

Tara looks up into the dark angry eyes of the slayer. �Will you be able to k-kill me if it comes to that?� Tara narrows her gaze on the slayer, slowly standing �til they�re nose to nose. �If I become evil, will you be able to t-take my life?� Tara clenches her jaw, seeing the fight going on inside the slayer. Cupping the slayer�s face in her two hands, Tara searches the dark brown eyes, seeing the confusion and the mental pain her words are causing. �Because if I become evil, Faith, I would rather you did it. I�d rather someone that actually might care for me take me out, than an acquaintance, or someone I don�t even know. Say, someone in the Initiative. Some asshole that it�s just a job to.� Tara releases the slayer, turning her back on the woman. �You promise me you can do that, I would love something more to come of this relationship. If you can�t promise to k-kill me, nothing will happen. I won�t take that chance on other peoples lives.�

�FUCK!� Faith growls loudly, raising her hands to the side of her temples, the pain shooting through her body almost unbearable, not counting the mental anguish she�s going through. �You won�t�� Faith grunts as she bends, her stomach shooting a sharp pain through her.

�Damn it!� Tara turns around catching Faith before she collapses completely to the floor. Helping the slayer back onto the bed, Tara shoves the containers of food off the bed out of the way, lying Faith down. Grabbing the pain pills she shoves four of them in Faith�s mouth before grabbing the drink, tipping it up, not giving the slayer a choice but to swallow. �Told you things were still going to be tender. If it makes you feel any better, the pain you�re feeling is probably more a phantom pain than real. No matter how bad it hurts.� Tara pushes Faith back down on the bed, frowning at the slayer.

Faith whimpers at the pain, her eyes closed as she tries to get control of her faculties. �Hate those fuckin� pills. Make me foggy.� Faith finally grunts out as she blocks some of the pain, looking up into worried blue eyes. �So, you think you�re a demon, and if you�re evil you want me to kill you?� Faith boils it down, watching as Tara nods her head in agreement. �If I promise to do that, promise to kill you, you�ll consider dating me?� Faith looks at the woman like she�s crazy. �That�s kind of fucked up.�

�It may seem that way.� Tara nods her head, sighing as she sits down beside the woman. �Are you finished eating?�

�Yeah. My hungers kind of gone.� Faith admits.

�Would you rather I wait until the pain pills knock you out to remove your stitches or do you want me to do them now?� Tara offers softly.

�Go ahead and do them now.� Faith watches as Tara nods, reaching down to the first aid kit and pulling out the small scissors and a pair of tweezers. Tilting her head to make it easier for Tara to get at the wound, Faith thinks for a few moments. �I should explain a little bit about me. My home life was shit. Alcoholic mother with a different boyfriend each week. The boyfriends differed, some were okay, some were kinda heavy handed and other ones would try and rape me.� Faith gazes off into the past. �One finally succeeded.� Faith feels Tara�s hands still on her head, and hears the soft intake of air. �I ran away after that. Unfortunately the streets were more unforgivin� than home life would have been. I pretty much did anything and everything I had to. I stole, I sold my body, slept in abandoned buildings. I ain�t proud of it, but it happened. You ask any of the Scoobies, they�ll tell you. My motto is get some get gone. Now, that gives ya� something to think �bout.� Faith hoarsely explains. ��Cause whatever you think you might become ain�t nothing compared to what I�ve been.�

Tara slowly finishes pulling the stitches out before placing the small strips of string off to the side along with the scissors and tweezers. As Faith turns her almost fearful gaze back to her, Tara tilts her head considering the woman. �Would I be one of these get some get gone leftovers?� Tara questions softly.

�No.� Faith finally answers after a few moments, searching the blue eyes, surprised when she doesn�t see any censure for her past deeds. �There wouldn�t be anymore get some get gone.�

�Joyce told me you liked me when she left.� Tara states calmly, knowing her heart wants to open to this woman, while her head is fighting against becoming close to the woman, that this could end very, very badly and in more ways than one.

�She was right. I�ve been kinda talking about you for the last month with her.� Faith admits watching the inner struggle the witch is going through, knowing that they�re both got their own demons to fight, no pun intended.

�You met me once� Well, twice if you count the Wicca meeting.� Tara blinks a couple times. �And you mean to tell me that you�ve been talking about me?�

�Yeah.� Faith admits, looking down, groaning as she feels the pills starting to work their way into her system. �I couldn�t get you outta my head. I�d ask Willow about ya� until she started giving me looks.� Faith sighs as she leans back further into the bed, her eyes trying to close.

�Sleep, sweetie. Food and sleep are the best two things for you right now.� Tara sighs softly as she comes to the realization that even if she doesn�t actively engage in a relationship with this woman, that she already cares for the rough, sometimes coarse woman. �Goddess, either this will end up being a beautiful relationship or we�ll end up making the Hellmouth split wide open.� Tara let�s a small smile cross her face as Faith�s eyes jerk open in surprise, the hope slowly working in them. �We�ll take it one step at a time, see how it goes.�

�Good.� Faith finally allows a grin to cross her face. Reaching up with her left hand, she eases it around the witch�s neck, gently tugging her down, pressing her lips firmly against Tara�s. �I�ll want to seal the bargain a little better when I�m a little more aware.� Faith growls as she releases Tara, as she fights her body trying to crash.

�Don�t fight it, sweetie. Sleep, you�ll be awake again in a few hours. Then you can eat some more, maybe a few kisses if you�re up for it.� Tara smirks as Faith�s eyes slowly close and the grin crosses the dark-haired woman�s face.

�More�n kisses, hope.� Faith mumbles as she slowly fades to unconsciousness.

�You�ve got to heal, first.� Tara whispers, softly running a hand gently through the dark hair. �But when you are healed, it�s definitely in the cards.� Tara smiles softly, slowly gathering up the food, throwing the empty containers in the trash before trying to fit the majority of the rest of the food in her small refrigerator. Looking through the items, she picks the items that were less likely to spoil if left out for a few hours on the top of the refrigerator as she puts the rest of them in the refrigerator.

Gathering her book bag, Tara grabs out the books she needs to study, curling up in the chair. Watching Faith for a few minutes, Tara let�s a small smile cross her face, before she finally opens her textbook, studying for finals.

***

Tara�s head jerks up as she hears a knock at the door, realizing she�d fallen asleep. Looking at Faith, who�s still asleep, she quickly places her book to the side as she opens the door. �Hey, Buffy.� Tara smiles gently at the small blonde slayer.

�How�s Faith?� Buffy questions as she steps into the room, looking at the slayer.

�Getting there. She�s a lot better than she was last night.� Tara admits, smiling at Faith. �I�m waiting for her to come to from the last batch of pain pills and a full stomach, that way she can eat some more. I think that�s about the best thing for her right now.�

�Food and sleep goes a long way to help slayer healing.� Buffy nods in agreement. �Mom can come and take her home, if you want her to. Faith�s probably good enough to make it to the car.�

�No. She�s perfectly fine where she is.� Tara states adamantly, not wanting the slayer to go anywhere. �I�ll be here all weekend, studying for finals anyway.�

Buffy unconsciously takes a step back at the witch�s strong words. �Tara, what�s going on? You hardly say boo to anyone, then last night you were ordering us around and just now you�re being very�� Buffy trails off, trying to think of the proper wording.

�Stubborn and forceful.� Tara offers, raising her eyebrow. �Depending on the situation, I do what I have to, Buffy. Can you let Willow know that I think we should skip our Sunday meeting?�

Buffy nods her head, hearing the note of dismissal in Tara�s tones. Buffy unconsciously shifts her gaze to Faith, swearing she sees a small playing on the slayer�s mouth. Confused about what the hell is going on, Buffy decides she�ll wait and discuss it with Willow. �Well, I guess I�ll see you later. If you need anything, you got our number.�

�Thanks, Buffy. I�ll let Faith know you were worried about her.� Tara follows the slayer out to the hallway. �Be careful.�

�Yeah, you too.� Buffy answers, confusion lacing her words as she quickly walks away.
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