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Wishing Changes Everything	By : Declan Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > FemmeSlash - Female/Female > Buffy/Faith Views: 9748 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Homecoming Part 3 (Dressed To Kill Or Be Killed)
Buffy knocked gently on the bathroom door. “Faith? You okay, you sound funny.”
She heard a mumbled reply. Buffy repeated. “Faith?”
“Quit buggin’ me, ‘kay.” Faith sounded annoyed.
“Oh, okay. It’s just to get to the dance you’ll have to actually leave the bathroom.”
Buffy was puzzled, she seen Faith at the other dance wearing a dress, what was the problem this time? Buffy had watched the other girl rushing around in a towel having done her makeup and hair, but Buffy still hadn’t seen her dress. Maybe asking her Mom hadn’t been the best idea- what if the dress was horrible colour? Or maybe it had ruffles or sparkly bits or something else Faith had now decided she hated.
Buffy sighed and leaned against the wall next to the bathroom, she’d pretty much worked out how the evening was going to go, she knew that the limo would take the two of them out into the woods and leave them there. They would be hunted by the Davey Crockett wannabe, Buffy would defeat him the same as before. Then they’d take shelter in the cabin, Buffy figured that that two slayers could make short work of that spiky yellow demon before the cabin got blown up. Buffy had to remember to get to the phone and warn Giles away from the library.
Then they could ditch the tracking devices and race to the school to stake Gorch and his wife who would be waiting there. Buffy reckoned that after all that they’d still have time for a few dances before Cordelia got her crown or whatever.
Buffy had even thought about being all pre-emptive and going after Mr. Trick, after all the limo driver had to be in on it. But sticking to the script seemed much safer for everyone in this case, this time Buffy only had to worry about Faith and the girl could take care of herself.
That’s if she ever decided to show herself.
“Alright...I’m comin’ out.” Faith said with a clack as the bathroom door unlocked.
The door swung open and Faith stepped out in all her glory, hair piled up with strands hanging down to frame her face, dark lipstick and eye shadow accentuating her lush lips and stunning eyes. For a moment Buffy didn’t take in the entire effect, just staring, before her eyes swept down the rest of the other slayers form. The dress was a deep blue number with black trim across the cleavage and bottom of the skirt, which brushed around Faith’s knees. The material was a gorgeous, shimmering silk, which hugged the brunette’s waist and bunched around her chest, spaghetti straps left her shoulders and graceful neck bare.
Faith gave Buffy an awkward look. “I feel wicked stupid.”
For a moment Buffy couldn’t speak, Faith looked at her nervously. “What?”
“You look...so girly. I mean, in a good way. You look beautiful, Faith.” Buffy shook her head in amazement. “Did you pick this out?”
“It was the only one that wasn’t a stupid colour or had flowers on it or some crap like that. Kinda limited my options.”
Buffy tried to think of something to say that would give Faith a little more confidence. “The dress, um, really shows off your boobs.”
Faith raised her eyebrows and smiled. “It does? Cool.” Faith looked down at herself and seemed to loosen up a little. “I guess I can survive in it for one night. How much time we got?”
“Five minutes or so until the limo gets here; c’mon I’m sure my Mom wants to gush over us.”
Buffy grabbed her purse and went to the top of the stairs where she felt a hand on her shoulder.
Faith cleared her throat a little uncomfortably. “Goes without sayin’ B, but you look good, uh, really good. So I guess findin’ another guy ain’t gonna be a problem.”
Buffy smiled at the other girl. “Thanks, but I’ll be happy if I just get through tonight without adding to my growing collection of embarrassing stories.”
“Oh, don’t you two look a picture,” Buffy’s Mom came to the foot of the stairs and smiled fondly up at them.
Buffy smirked at Faith as the two of them made their way down the stairs. “Thanks, Mom.”
“Yeah, thanks Mrs. S. For the dress too.”
“It was my pleasure Faith, and as a bonus I got rid of a nasty piece of Polynesian art.” She was interrupted by a knock on the front door. She looked questioningly at the two girls before turning and opening it.
“Hey, guys.” Willow gave a little wave. “I’m not too late am I? Wow, Faith you look so girly. And that dress really shows...”
Buffy interrupted. “Will, is everything okay? What are you doing here?”
“Relax, B. I asked her. I thought she could ride in the limo with us- we can kick back before we swing by everybody else.” Faith looked at the redhead, “Cutting it a bit close, Red.”
“I know, my dad drove me I had to give him directions,” Willow gave an apologetic shrug, and then saw the look on Buffy’s face, “Buffy, what’s wrong?”
‘What’s that saying, “no plan survives contact with Buffy’s life.” Damn it.’ “Nothing, you just threw me is all. Let’s get outside.”
The three of them stepped out onto the porch into the quiet evening air, Buffy walking on ahead to look out for the limo. All of a sudden tonight didn’t seem so simple and neat, by saying nothing and pretending everything was okay she was putting Willow’s life in danger. True the first time around it had been Cordelia in the crossfire but, well, Buffy really liked Willow; she especially liked her being alive. If something went wrong- a stray bullet or blade- anything, Buffy wouldn’t be able to live with herself.
She came back to herself to here the other two girls talking.
“...a song he wrote for me, their playing it tonight.”
“So if he’s playin’ it who are you gonna dance with?”
“Oh, I thought I’d just stare adoringly up at him while he plays.” Willow sighed contentedly, and then pointed down the street. “Yay, our limo.”
The three of them watched as the car pulled in front of the house and the driver got out, walking round to open the back door for them.
Faith grinned.”Real classy. Plus, cute driver’s a bonus.”
“Can you maybe wait until we get to the actual dance before hitting on guys, Faith?” Buffy snarked before getting into the limo.
She sat where Cordelia had been sitting the last time and noticed the two corsages on the back seat, an orchid and a freesia.
Faith got in after her, Buffy flushed a little as she got a good view of her cleavage as she bent over to climb in. “Well, ‘scuse me all t’hell. I thought we were supposed to be having fun tonight?” Faith sat down next to Buffy and rearranged herself. “Almost fell outta this damn thing.” She muttered.
Despite herself Buffy smiled at the other girl’s actions. “Sorry, my bad. Fun Buffy is on duty tonight I promise, but try to hook up after the dance, okay. Don’t leave me hanging around alone all night.”
There, that had sounded better, Buffy shouldn’t be acting like their evening was gonna be disrupted by a bunch of evil mercenaries with more money than sense.
Willow climbed in next and sat to one side. “Hey, someone got corsages. Who’re they for?”
Thinking quickly Buffy grabbed the box. “Um, Mom said they were Faith and me.” She showed the box to Faith, “Which one do you want?”
Faith shrugged as she peered at them. “What’re you supposed t’do with ‘em, anyhow?”
“You wear one, silly. On your wrist.” She took the freesia out of the box and slid it onto Faith’s wrist. “Like so. What do you think?”
Willow smiled. “Very pretty.”
Faith wrinkled her nose as she held it closer. “Smells like motel soap.”
Buffy giggled as she took the orchid. “Well that one goes better with darker colours, trust me you look great.”
During all this the limousine had started moving and was swiftly taking them to wherever, Buffy’s stomach clenched at the thought. They sat in silence for a few minutes before Buffy spoke up again. “So, who do we pick up next?”
“First Oz, then we swing by Cordelia to pick up her and Xander, I think her Dad is helping Xander with his tie.”
“’Til then how about we find a way t’loosen up,” Faith said and reached under her skirt.
Buffy looked on in alarm. “We are not doing anything like...”
Faith pulled a silver hip flask out with a flourish. “Gee, B. What didja think I was gonna do?” She grinned naughtily at the other slayer.
Buffy stammered. “Anything like...d- drink alcohol, um, in a moving vehicle.”
“Yep, Buffy and alcohol leads to dirty dancing.” Willow snickered before asking Faith. “What is that stuff?”
“Just some rum, it’s pretty lethal too.” She gave it a little shake. “This’ll be more than enough to liven up any cocktails at the dance. I could’ve brought more but I got a knife strapped to my other leg.”
Willow looked surprised. “What for?”
“Slayer can’t go anywhere without a weapon, Red. We’re on a Hellmouth, remember? I’ll bet Buffy packing something?”
Buffy smiled and patted her purse. In it she was carrying a couple of freshly whittled stakes. “Just a precaution, Will. Better to have it and not need it.”
Willow nodded at that as Faith unscrewed the top of the flask. “Anyone want?”
Buffy gave an emphatic shake of her head, even if she wasn’t going to be hunted alcohol led to fuzziness and bad judgement around Faith.
Willow also declined. “I better not, but I’ll have some punch later on, promise.”
With that Faith took a quick glug before returning the flask to its hiding place.
Willow was looking out of the window, frowning. “I think we’re going the long way round, either that or this guy’s lost.”
Faith didn’t seem interested as Buffy peered out of the other window. “I don’t know, Will. It’s pretty dark, I don’t see...”
“I see trees, not houses.” Willow sounded a little unsure. “Hey, we’re stopping.”
The limousine did indeed grind to a halt. The driver’s door opened and then his footsteps took off hurriedly into the night.
“Uh, this isn’t good.” Willow still peered through the window anxiously.
Buffy frowned at Faith. “Maybe we should get out, something’s very wrong.”
“Like what, a flat tire?” Faith opened the door and got out and looked around. “Driver’s hoofed it anyways. Never can trust the good-lookin’ ones.”
Buffy helped Willow out of the car, staring around at the familiar wilderness. “This is Miller’s Woods, no where near the school.”
“Buffy look,” Willow pointed the TV and VCR sat on a nearby rock, a nearby sign instructing them to ‘play me’.
“What is all this crap?” Faith walked over to the electronic set-up.
“I’m guessing something bad?” Willow glanced nervously around the woods.
Buffy took her hand. “Stay close.” They moved over to Faith as she bent and fiddled with the VCR.
The television blinked to life, showing Mr. Trick posing in a snazzy red suit. He smiled genially. “Hello ladies, welcome to SlayerFest ninety-eight. What is SlayerFest you ask? Well, as in most of life, there’s the hunters and the hunted. Can you guess where you two fall? From the beginning of this tape you have exactly thirty seconds,” He checked his watch. “no that’s seventeen now, to run for your lives. Faith, Buffy, have a nice death.”
With that the TV went black, showing a SlayerFest logo. Buffy sighed in irritation and looked around the woods.
“Who was that?” Willow asked, her voice was a little higher than normal.
“Calls himself Mr. Trick, a chump who used to run with Kakistos. Looks like he’s got all ambitious.” Faith quietly reached down, lifted up her skirt and pulled out her knife.
Willow shuddered. “This is horrible, it’s like ‘The Most Dangerous Game’, only it’s worst because we’re all wearing dresses!”
“We have to get out of here, keep moving. If we stay in one spot...” A gunshot rang out and the television exploded. Willow screamed and Faith pulled her to the ground.
“Good idea. Run!” Faith shouted as she pulled Willow into the brush.

*~~*

The three of them sprinted through the woods, Buffy in the lead trying to remember which way the cabin was. Willow followed close behind with Faith bringing up the rear, occasionally glancing back into the darkness.
“Their shooting at us. That’s...that’s not just wrong, it’s really unfair. There should be a no guns rule for hunting slayers, or the friends of slayers now that I think about it.”
“You wanna keep it down, Red. We’re making enough noise already.”
“Sorry, it’s just...Buffy, look out!”
Buffy yanked her foot off the ground as the bear trap slammed shut, she’d almost forgotten about it.
She turned to thank Willow and then saw a man in the middle distance raise a rifle to his shoulder. “Get down, now!”
She grabbed Willow and pulled her down as the bullet blasted the branches above their heads, Faith had already ducked low and turned, knife ready. She hurled the blade at the hunter and he cried out in pain and alarm before staggering back, and then screamed again in agony.
Buffy quickly ran over and scooped up the man’s rifle as he stood there clutching his leg, caught by another one of his traps, Faith’s knife still lodged in his shoulder. Buffy pointed the gun square at his head as Willow and Faith caught up.
“Oh the irony, huh? Now, I can let you out of that trap or I can put a bullet in your head. How many are there in this little game and what are they packing?” She cocked the gun for emphasis.
“Better do as she says.” Faith smiled at him evilly.
He glared at them before speaking up. “There’s me, two Germans with AR-15’s and grenade launcher, yellow-skinned demon with long knives, vampire couple from Texas named Gorch.”
“Who else?”
“That’s everybody who’s out here. Germans are wired- their boss is tracking them on computer. Now get me outta this!”
Buffy looked him over. “Tell you what if my friends and I live through this I’ll send... wait, is that one of my Mom’s kitchen knives?” She looked at Faith.
Faith nodded almost proud. “Yep, looks wicked painful.”
Buffy looked a little disbelieving. “I use those for making fruit salad not for skewering mountain men.”
Suddenly two large bone knifes slammed into the tree next to the three of them and Willow screamed. ”Tell off later, run away now!”

*~~*

Buffy kicked open the cabin door and gestured for Willow to follow her inside. Faith, now carrying the hunting rifle strode after them; Buffy fetched a nearby chair and wedged it under the door.
“Guys, check if there’s a weapon or a phone around anywhere.” Buffy got busy shuttering the windows.
Faith peaked out of another window. “We didn’t run far, demon-boy won’t be far behind us. You know about any of the others?”
Buffy watched a shutter come away in he hands. “Damn. Uh, yeah, the Gorch brother, they’re redneck types- pretty tough but not that smart. Last time they were in town one of them got eaten, I’m guessing the other one wants payback.”
“I found a phone!” Willow exclaimed, pulling a telephone out from under a table. “I just hope it works.” She tested the dial tone and nodded at Buffy.
“Ring Giles, tell him where we are, that we’re fine...and also tell him to be careful. If these guys have been watching us they might know about him.”
Willow dialled and Buffy walked over to Faith. “You okay?”
Faith nodded. “Kinda pissed about the dance but wha’cha gonna do, right? Least we got this- rifle’s only got three shots left and the sights a little off...what?”
Buffy was smiling at the other slayer. “You’re just taking all this in your stride, huh? Well, I’m glad you’re here.”
Willow was speaking to the answering machine. “Hi, Giles, it’s me, um, Willow. Surprise, we’re in terrible danger. Buffy, Faith and I are in a cabin in Miller’s Woods being hunted for sport, which actually isn’t very...sporting. Sorry, I’m babbling but Buffy thinks these guys have been watching us for a while so be...hello?” Willow looked at the two slayers worriedly. “The line went dead.”
Buffy moved towards the redhead to take the phone. Faith shrugged her shoulders. “Guess these guys want a private party, huh.”
“But how are they finding us?” Buffy asked aloud, and then looked at Faith. “The corsages.”
Faith looked warily at the flower on her hand. “How’s that?”
“Are you thinking some sort of tracking device?” Willow asked.
Buffy figured she must look really smart right now. “Those Germans are wired up to some sort of base camp and then the phone line just went dead, maybe...”
And then a demon crashed through the window behind Faith.
Faith just managed to turn as the growling demon barrelled into her, knocking her back onto the bed, it lunged down whirling its knives in an attempt to disembowel the slayer but instead tore a pillow to shreds as Faith rolled off the bed and onto her knees.
Buffy ran over to the wall to grab the deer antlers mounted there as the spiny creature again attacked Faith, who managed to bring the rifle up and around to block its blades. Then there was an incredibly loud bang as the impact set the gun off and a nearby lamp shattered to pieces. Willow gasped before finding cover by ducking down behind the table.
With a roar the demon flung Faith away from him, across the room where she collided heavily with the wall, the rifle skittering into a corner. He raced after the dazed brunette but Buffy got between them, smacking him across the side of the head with the antlers.
The whirling bones spurs were brought around, smashing through deer horn as the demon tried to hack Buffy to death. One blade, going high, barely misses her neck. The other managed to nick her leg, tearing through the dress and gouging flesh on her thigh. Buffy cried out and took a quick step back as the demon pressed its attack.
Suddenly the rug beneath the demon’s feet was jerked out from under him and he tumbled to the ground. Faith threw the carpet to one side as she got to her feet and moved towards the demon.
Buffy backed up and grabbed the table next to Willow before hurling it at the back window, smashing the glass. “Go, now!”
She turned to watch Faith grab the demon as he got to his feet and, grunting with the effort, ram him face first into the far wall before pounding a knee up into his stomach that knocked him up and around to face her. Quickly the demon backhanded Faith and kicked out with one leg, sending her stumbling to the side.
Buffy grabbed the rifle and tried to blast the thing’s face off, but with an empty clack the rifle jammed. Buffy launched herself again at the demon, wrestling with it in the centre of the cabin when there was the sound of breaking glass and something clattered to the ground between them.
Without hesitating Buffy pushed away from the demon, grabbed Faith by the arm, and dived with her through the broken window into the bushes. They scrambled to their feet and with Willow in tow ran full tilt away from the cabin before being knocked off their feet by the resulting explosion.
Willow lay there panting and Faith flopped onto her back, propping herself up and blowing some hair out of her eyes. She was all smiles. “Now that was cool. What did you do?”
Buffy struggled to rise, wincing as she put weight on her leg. “Not me, I’m guessing the heavily armed Germans. Oh, and ‘cool’, there is something seriously wrong with you.” She said it lightly; just glad they all got out of there in one piece.
“How you doing there, Red?”
“Um, tip-top, y’know, considering I’m terrified.” Buffy helped the other girl to her feet as Faith tossed off her shoes.
“Done wearing heels while fightin’ demons, that’s just all kinds of stupid.”
“We need to get to the library.” Willow looked around as if expecting another attack.
“No, you need to,” Faith sat up. “Buffy and me should stay and ambush these suckers.” She gestured to the slightly battered corsage on her wrist.
“Faith’s right, we can’t lead them to the school.” Buffy took off her corsage and looked at it thoughtfully. “And if we ditch these things they could just find us later.”
She turned to Willow. “Listen, go find Giles and tell him Gorch is back in town, arm yourselves and wait until we’ve dealt with these Die Hard rejects.”
Willow didn’t like her plan. “Buffy...”
“Look, they’re tracking us with these,” Buffy turned the flowers over to show Willow the carefully hidden chip. “We use these to lead them into an ambush, but I need you safe Will, and I need you to go tell the others.”
Willow nodded, determinedly. She was so brave, Buffy thought
Faith had gotten to her feet. “Best get moving, those guys will’ve realised we ain’t in little bits by now.”
With a last look at Willow the two slayers scampered quickly for the cover of the trees, heading away from the direction of the school. Buffy hoped the Germans would take the bait and follow, because now it was time for some payback.

*~~*

This is not how Buffy had imagined Homecoming night, up in a tree, half sitting on Faith’s lap. The other girl breathing against her, both bodies tensed, Buffy trying to concentrate on the ambush point below them instead of the feel of Faith against her.
They were both carefully perched above a cross-section of bushes and a couple of fallen trees, Faith had scoped it out and reckoned it looked like a defensibly position that they might hole up in. Buffy had placed their corsages on two nearby branches, hidden with foliage, and waited for the assassins to show.
“Any longer and my butt will fall asleep.” Buffy hissed.
“Want me t’give it a pinch.” Faith whispered in her ear. Buffy glared at her hotly, and tried to suppress the warm shudder that went through her.
“Faith- wrong time, wrong place, wrong person.” But Faith wasn’t listening; she held up her hand and cocked her head. Buffy heard the muted crackle of static, then the rustle of branches being slowly pushed aside. No footsteps or voices- these guys were good.
It was hard to see them in the moonlight, just dim shadows moving in tandem by either side of the tree they’d chosen to hide in. They were three feet from where Buffy had hidden the trackers, just a few more seconds...
Faith leapt, flashing past Buffy as she jumped clear of the tree and landed on the back of one of the shadows, who let out a surprised grunt. Buffy cursed as the other form turned, moonlight catching a glimmer of gun metal as the rifle pointed at Faith.
Buffy threw her stake at him in desperation, as she too jumped off the branch to the ground next to the figure. Her feet struck the ground as the stake caught the arm holding the rifle, the man cursed in German as he lost his grip momentarily and swung around to face Buffy.
The blonde slayer kept low as she rushed him, her left arm knocking the weapon skyward as her right struck him high in the chest. To her surprise he dropped the rifle and pivoted, faster than she expected and struck her round the side of her face with an elbow, then turned her momentum into a hip throw.
Buffy landed with a grunt and barely avoided the knife that came down at her throat, bringing up her hand to catch his wrist. The man was strong and had leverage on his side as he managed to force his hand lower, the black blade glinting sharply.
Buffy, instead of resisting, pulled him down and forward towards her waist as she swept a knee up and struck him heavily in the forehead, with a groan the man rolled away. Buffy flipped to her feet and snapped a look at Faith just in time to see her backhand her assailant before throwing him sideways into a tree.
The other figure came at her again, slower this time, blade weaving back and forth, Buffy didn’t know if that was some tactic or if he was just concussed. Nor did she care; darting towards him she feigned a right before catching his outstretched wrist and twisting it so it snapped. Another solid punch to the jaw and a kick to the chest sent him out for the night.
Buffy breathed out a sigh and turned to the other slayer. “You jumped the gun.”
Faith, who’d been watching Buffy deal with her man while trying to fix her hair, grinned. “Nah, I jumped his ass, and guess what- he’s our friggin’ chauffer.”
Buffy peered at the downed guy. That explains that. “Doesn’t matter, their down and out. That just leaves the happy couple, but we’re out of weapons- we should head for the library.”
“Lead the way.”

*~~*
Buffy and Faith made their way down the deserted school corridor, battered and bruised but still alive, Buffy still had a stake but all Faith was holding was her silver flask.
“Jungle-Bob, Spike-head and the Germans are down, that just leaves the vamps.”
Buffy slowed as she got to the library doors, moved quietly over to them and quickly glanced through. She saw Gorch and his trashy wife with their backs to the door, closing in on Willow, Xander, Oz and Cordelia, Giles lay unconscious by the counter.
Buffy brandished her stake and turned to Faith. “Damn, they’re here. You ready?”
“Knew I shoulda grabbed that grenade launcher.” Faith grumbled.
As they both burst through the doors Buffy spoke up to get their attention. “Well, looks like we saved the worst until last.”
Gorch spun round, his face twisting into a grin. “Slayer. Well, you’re right; I am the worst of the lot.” He adjusted his hat and cracked his knuckles.
“Yeah, you really didn’t get my meaning...” Before she could finish Gorch’s wife rushed her, launching a kick in her direction. Buffy was feeling a little tired but she managed to dodge backwards out of the way, seeing Faith cautiously approach Gorch as he loomed over her.
“Hey, y’know what’ll improve you’re looks?” She held up the flask. “Holy water.” With that she tossed some directly into his face.
Gorch cried out in surprise and pain and clutched at his face, before pulling his hand away. “Wait a sec now, this is liquor.” Then Faith slammed a fist into his face sending him tumbling over the table. Willow and the rest scrambled out of the way as Faith pushed chairs aside and stood over Lyle Gorch.
He looked up at her, dazed. “That dress sure is purty, shows off your...” Faith punched him before he could finish, pounding her fists into his face.
Buffy weathered two ferocious back-hands that spun her head a little before ducking low under a clumsy roundhouse, grabbing the vampire by the hair she and flung her backwards. The blonde crashed against some shelves which collapsed under the impact. Buffy dodged a couple of books thrown her way before stalking closer and punching the stake into the other girl’s chest.
“Faith!” Xander called to the other slayer as he chucked her a broken chair leg. Faith caught it handily as she stood over the battered vampire. “Time to join your brother,” She quickly looked over her shoulder. “And your squeeze.”
“Candy!” Gorch cried out as Faith buried the wood in his chest and dusted him.
Taking a step back Faith looked over at Buffy. “So I guess we win SlayerFest, huh? Do we get a prize or anything?”
Buffy sighed. “Just our lives, Faith.”
“Are you both okay?” Willow went between them to crouch by Giles, who seemed to be coming around.
“Yeah, because you look awful.” Cordelia declared. “I mean really.”
“We’re fine, really. But... I can’t go to the dance like this,” Buffy shrugged helplessly as she looked down at her torn, stained dress. She didn’t feel too hot either, aching all over. Maybe some things just weren’t meant to be.
“Well, you could. You’d be making a statement.” Oz said wryly, stooping to help Giles to his feet.
“Yeah, you could go with the surviving a slasher movie vibe you’ve got going on.” Xander smiled as he looked them both over. “Great timing by the way, any longer and it was about to get pretty messy. By which I mean scattering my limbs across the room messy. So...”
“So that was horrible, let’s go dance. That crown is mine.” Cordelia took Xander’s arm and sauntered out of the library.
Buffy, still feeling a little sore and tired, limped over and leaned against the desk.
Giles was helped over to a chair as he looked over the two slayers. “Well, you both did very well under very trying circumstances. In case you were wondering, I did get your message but alas, I was rather predictably rendered unconscious before I could act.”
Willow nodded. “I got to the school and found Oz and the others here, so we all came here to find Giles, and these guys,” She gestured at the spaces left by the two vamps, “Were here, but luckily we managed to keep them talking for a little while. They really weren’t that smart.”
“Just glad we got here in time to put an end to the Gorch clan. Buffy looked at her watch “Plus there are two terrorists sleeping it off in Miller’s woods. They should be coming round in half an hour or so.”
“Well, I think that’s my cue to inform the police of their location.” Giles steadied himself as he got to his feet. “After that I’ll think I’ll retire for the evening, this whole Homecoming dance isn’t really for me. Goodnight Buffy. Faith.”
Willow looked at Buffy as Giles left. “Are you sure you don’t wanna...?”
Buffy waved her hand. “You two go on, enjoy yourselves. We’re good.”
“Thanks, I’m kinda in the mood for a dance or two.” Willow grinned. “Also for some reason I’m weirdly excited to see Cordelia win, who knew.”
“Well, I’m always excited by weirdness.” Oz remarked dryly. “But, on the downside, titles tend to go to people’s heads. It’s a risk.”
Willow took Oz’s arm as they left the library. “So it’s a good thing Cordelia’s so humble and down-to-earth, huh?”
Buffy found herself alone with Faith and the quiet; she heard the distant sound of music from elsewhere in the school. Never mine, she’d get to have Prom all over again, she could sit this one out.
“Some night, huh B?” Faith remarked with a chuckle. She was busily undoing her messy bun and running her hands through her hair.
Buffy looked down at her dress. “Not so bad. After all the last time I wore something this formal, I died.”
Faith gave her a surprised look. “Harsh.”
“End of the world harsh. But I got over it, the upside is you’re here.” Buffy smiled at the other girl. Tonight hadn’t been as easy as she’d hoped but, in a weird way, it had been a lot more satisfying. Working with Faith, teamwork over competition, watching each others backs, that’s what she would remember from tonight, and that was more important than any dance, or title.
‘Oh my god, I think I had a cheesy “moral of the week” moment. “Working together is always better than competing against each other- and that’s why we triumphed.” I think I’m cracking up.’
Buffy chuckled at the thought.
“What’s up?” Faith was still looking at her.
Buffy shrugged. “Oh, nothing, I’m just thinking about what I’ve learned about tonight.”
Faith frowned. “Limo’s are evil?”
“Well we knew that.”
Faith grinned. “Explosions are cool!”
Buffy just stared at her.
Faith’s grin faded and she nudged the other girl. “Sorry you didn’t get your dance on, B. You look awesome.”
“You too,” Buffy looked as Faith unscrewed her hip flask and drank from it. “Nice trick with the ‘holy water’ thing, by the way. What made you think of it?”
“Well, you said they weren’t that smart as vamps go,” Faith smirked. “Besides if it didn’t work I woulda just set his head on fire, this stuff is strong.”
Buffy held out her hand, surprised Faith passed her the flask and watched as she tipped her head back and took a long gulp. “Thanks.”
The alcohol made Buffy feel better, or at least a little less achy. The wound on her leg was the sorest part, she reached down and parted the tear in her skirt and examined the wound. Not too deep but long, across the top of her thigh. Buffy pouted- no shorts for a few days but at least it wouldn’t leave a scar.
“Damn, B. That looks nasty.” Faith stood in front of her and squatted down. Putting her hands gently on Buffy’s thigh she gave the wound a closer look. “The dino-demon do this?”
“Yeah, I’m fine though.”
Faith’s hands gently stroked the bare leg around the wound. “You want I should go and get a first aid kit. Patch you up?”
Buffy was suddenly aware of Faith’s touch, surprisingly gentle, on her skin, quite high up her thigh. Aware of her closeness, of her tousled hair and dark eyes looking up at the Buffy.
Buffy shifted nervously as she felt herself warm inexplicably. “No, that’s okay. No need to play nurse Faith...” ‘Nursemaid, I know I meant to say nursemaid!’
“Nurse Faith, huh?” Faith drawled huskily. She chuckled as she stood up. “Gotta say, haven’t tried that one before.”
“You know what I mean.” Buffy was disgusted to hear her voice shake a little, and was her voice really that high?
Faith just stared at her, her eyes dark and torrid. Buffy had seen that look before when things had been heated between them in the past, when they argued, when they’d confronted each other at the docks, even when they had fought at Faith’s apartment. Faith’s eyes had been full of passion then, only now Buffy was beginning to realise what emotion lay behind them...
“Maybe we shouldn’t have had that drink, huh?” Buffy tried to keep her voice light and jokey, things could get awkward otherwise.
Faith shifted a little closer and leaned in. “Feel fine, B.” Her voice sounded a little deeper, huskier. Sexy. Sexy is bad. Faith stroked hands up Buffy’s arms. “You feel fine, too.”
Buffy felt like she couldn’t move, her heart felt very loud in her ears. Faith’s right hand drifted purposely over her shoulder to the back of her neck, seemingly toying with the small hairs there. Buffy could suddenly smell Faith’s aroma as the other girl moved closer, subtle vanilla under some unidentifiable scent like passion fruit or mango, something surprisingly exotic and girly.
Buffy’s face felt hot and her mouth was dry, which made a kind of sense, what didn’t was this whole situation. Girls didn’t affect her like this, girls...
Faith kissed her.
Their lips brushed and despite her mind’s rational protests Buffy didn’t pull away, instead she tentatively pursing her lips against the other slayers. Buffy melted into the kiss, the feel of Faith’s soft, full lips melding against her own was different to anything she’d experienced. There was a sweetness and tenderness she would’ve never associated with Faith. But behind that, as the kiss deepened and Faith breathed against her mouth, she felt something else, a need, and a rampant roiling passion within the other girl. And she felt the same thing rising up within herself, almost as a mirror image.
Buffy’s mouth opened slightly as Faith’s tongue brushed against her lips, then stroked into the blonde girls mouth as her kisses became more insistent and hungry.
Buffy lost herself in the warm, wet heat of the other slayer’s mouth, it had been so long, too long, since she’d felt anything like this, like something inside herself tearing loose and making her nervous system feel like it was having a seizure.
Buffy gave a soft ragged moan against the other girl’s mouth, her hands finding their way into Faith’s hair, fingernails scraping against scalp. Buffy felt the other girl’s tongue graze across her bottom lip before capturing and sucking on it as her thigh pressed upwards against the junction of Buffy’s legs and her hand went and cupped Buffy’s breast through her dress.
“Oh my god!” Cordelia cried.
Buffy reacted in an instant, pushing Faith away from herself and sliding back onto the table as she did so, the resulting sound of the table scraping across the floor seemed incredibly loud. The silence that followed, to Buffy anyway, seemed to last far too long.
“Second. I came in second!” Cordelia whined. “I hate this school. They are so...fickle. Those two tramps get joint prize and I get, wait...where is everyone?”
“Dancin’ or gone home, CiCi.” Faith replied huskily. She sounded annoyed.
“Then, what are you two still doing here?” To Buffy’s relief Cordelia seemed to have actually missed...whatever the hell just happened.
Buffy looked at Cordelia over Faith’s shoulder, hoping she didn’t look too flushed. “We, uh, y’know, just had a big fight. Kinda tired. Faith was looking at my...wound.”
Cordelia sighed. “Whatever. I can’t believe I’m getting a ride home in Oz’s van. My life is the worst.” The library door swung shut and they were alone again.
Faith smiled at Buffy and rolled her eyes a little. Then she stepped closer, her hands going back to Buffy’s sides.
“Wait!” Buffy managed to brush the other girl’s hands away before anything happened. “What am I doing?”
“You don’t know? ‘Cause ya kinda acted like you did.” Faith’s tongue flicked across her upper lip in a very deliberate way. Buffy felt a small flicker of desire at the other girl’s action, a flicker she immediately squashed.
“And what are you doing? You with your alcohol...and your wiles.” Buffy jabbed an accusingly, “I know all about your wiles.”
Faith seemed nonplussed, although she was sporting an obscenely cocky grin. “Don’t know what’cha talkin’ ‘bout. We were just...”
“Kissing!” Buffy hissed. She was suddenly so angry at herself. She had a chance here to do things right. No romantic Angel delusions, fine. So she couldn’t hold onto Scott like a normal girl, fine. But she could try someone- anyone else. No complications or heartache. But no, Buffy had to be crazy and difficult and kiss the one person who she shouldn’t kiss.
The girl, who not too long ago had tried to murder her friends, her actual boyfriend, had tried to sell this entire town down the river out of jealousy. And now Buffy was considering...
Buffy shook her head in disgust at herself. “No, Faith. I was kissing you.”
Almost immediately Buffy realised that had come out wrong, that she had sounded way harsher than she’d intended. That her words had been tainted with disgust, disgust she had felt for herself. Faith- this Faith hadn’t done any of those things.
She saw a flicker of hurt in Faith’s eyes as her grin faded. The other girl stepped back and brushed her hair away from her face, her face then twisted into a sneer.
“Hey, I’m real sorry, princess. Guess I gotta know my place right? Ignore all those signals you’ve been puttin’ out. Y’know I pegged you as a tight-ass right from the start, thought if I stuck around long enough you might loosen up.” Faith shook her head like she pitied Buffy.
“Faith, I didn’t mean it like that...” Buffy reached out to the other girl but Faith took a couple of steps back.
“Or maybe you’re little signs are meant for people you actually like, huh?” Faith turned and walked to the library doors. “I’ll do you a favour; leave some mouthwash out for ya so you can at least get the taste of trash outta your mouth.”
With that she pushed open the door and was gone, brushing passed a slightly bemused looking Xander.
“Hey...and she’s gone.” He turned to look over at Buffy. “Although she wasn’t really the gorgeous brunette I was looking for- have you seen Cordelia around? She stormed off in a homicidal sort of way.”
Buffy shrugged. “She was here a few minutes ago. Her timing really sucked, or maybe that’s just me. Maybe I suck.”
Xander looked at his friend. “Was that a ‘slayer’s butting heads’ thing that I just missed? Who gets to be top dog? Or, actually, not a dog, something much, much prettier. Like a cat. Head cat, is that a phrase?”
Buffy smiled tiredly at Xander. “Just a long night, that’s all. I’ll give her some space then tomorrow I’ll do a bit of grovelling. Um, Cordelia-she mentioned something about Oz’s van- maybe she’s holed up there?”
Xander nodded in gratitude and then, perhaps sensing that Buffy wished to be alone, he left.
Buffy sighed. Confused, tired and even a little turned on, it was going to be a long trip home. Then awkwardness around Faith until she apologised to the other girl, explained to her that she really did want to be friends. But just to be friends.
Buffy thought back to the kiss. Was that even true? Because that had been some kiss, it was up there with Angel kissing. Which was a happy place Buffy hadn’t visited in a long time.
‘Maybe if I figure out what I actually want, I could tell Faith and then we could be on the same page.’
But what page was that. Friends? Besties? Cuddle-monkey? Sex-poppet? Right now she would happily settle for friend and take it from there.
Buffy slowly got up and walked out of the library. Better than the last dance? She’d spoken too soon.
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