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One : The One Where I Read Your Mind	By : Xavier Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > FemmeSlash - Female/Female > Buffy/Faith Views: 2630 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Spoiler : ep. Earshot. I got script from Buffy World.
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Note : My own take of what could’ve happened had nothing gone wrong with Faith before this episode and she was around. La Mer belonged to NIN. ''Good Night'' ''Understanding'' belonged to Evanescence
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One
By Xavier
One : The One Where I Read Your Mind
“I’m going out on a limp here and say, we got a new slayer in town.” Oz dead pan as he watched the dark haired girl thrown the vampire in ugly outfit into the fence.
And that was the beginning.
Buffy ran onto a playground looking back to see the two pale figures chasing after her and she sped up trying to run faster, the demon was larger than her and they seemed to be able to counter her moves with the synchronicity that needed some kind of communication between them, though so far she couldn’t see any.
For a moment she lost sight of one of them and she ran into the middle of the playground, tripping over the edge of swing set, losing her balance, the ground rising up quickly to meet her before she could catch herself in time. “Shit,” She muttered to herself. Feeling a bit disoriented after the fall, the blonde slayer quickly regained her bearing and rolled over to find one of the creature looming over her. She would have to get out of there and quickly before the other one could come over and help with the rapidly losing slayer.
Snapping her leg out in a shot aim for its leg, she knocked the one that was looming over her into the metal pole of the swing set, the very same one that she ran into earlier. As soon as it was off of her for the time being Buffy rolled onto her feet, as soon as she was up and ready it came at her, with a roundhouse to the face, she was able to get it away from her and onto the ground.
To bad you don’t have a mouth or you’d be kissing the ground, she thought to herself as she pulled out a knife. “You demon can’t resist a run and stumble, can you?” She taunted before throwing a knife, aiming for the body, mostly at the heart, assuming it had one.
As the knife left her hand she expected it to get to where it was intended and be done so she could concentrate on the next one, her eyes widened as the creature snatched her knife up with one quick move and before she could remedied the situation she was attacked from behind, the second demon finally showed up and grabbed hold of her, tightly. With a grunt, the blonde slayer twisted herself out and tossed it into the pole, the same one its partner had met before.
Before she could decide what she was going to do next they both got up and faced her, one standing behind the other, she couldn’t really tell the different between the two, same with most demon, if they were the same kind of demon there were very little to tell them apart, not that she cared to, after all she was there to kill them not make nice with them. You don’t need to take name and make sure that one had higher forehead than the other. There really wasn’t any need. Besides it would’ve been too many to remember.
She was surprised to see the one closer to her ducked down and her very own knife flying her way, she didn’t really have the time to wonder how they did it -- the entire time there was no talking, no strange language, no signal between them – she caught the knife and balanced it in one hand when the first one charged at her, stepping aside and kicked its mid section, she used her slayer strength and its momentum to send it over her shoulder and onto the picnic table near by, once it was down on its back, the tiny slayer reached up and sent the blade deeply into its chest.
Just as the body underneath the blade jerked with the last breath and died, the chosen yanked out the knife, not noticing or caring that something had spilt onto her hand, and she readied herself for the next slay while the white glowing substance slowly seeping into her skin.
“One done, one… gone.” She looked back to see no one there, the second one had ran away.
The stilled body on the picnic table bled a white glowing liquid.
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“You touched one of the demons?” The librarian asked his young charge his nose buried deep in the tome so old the dust was flying everywhere whenever he flipped a page. He sniffed slightly, resisted the urge to sneeze. He was trying to look for the demon that his slayer fought and slain last night. While the blonde was examined her own hand that she claimed starting to itch right after she got back from patrol the night before.
“A good touch, not a bad touch.” Buffy replied, still looking at her own hand underneath the magnifying lamp, trying to find something that could cause her hand to itch, there was nothing, but the red marks she created herself when scratched. “Anyway, it’s been itching like crazy.” After there was nothing for her to see anymore through the magnifying lamp, Buffy turned it off and pushed it away from her.
“No big, just another problem for the good people at Lubriderm, right?”
For a moment, Giles considered telling the girl that the company in question made a hand cream, however none of their products were made to alleviate any itching, but he decided against it, it would’ve started some kind of debate that he was not too keen on having. Right then he flipped over to the page and found a demon that fit the description that the slayer told him. He set the book down in front of her to show her the image.
“That’s the demon in question?”
“In the disgusting flesh.” She replied with a scrunch of her nose in distaste.
He made a noise in his throat then picked the book back as he stepped away from her, reading the description that came with the image of the demon, his brows burrowed slightly as he concentrated.
“What?”
“It says they can infect the host.”
“Infect?!” Buffy exclaimed. “Infect?!” She repeated, but got no respond, which irritated her even more than her hand did at this moment when he continued to read. “GILES!!” She yelled. “INFECT?!”
“Oh,” as if he suddenly realized that she was still in the room with him. “Um… infect the host with an aspect of the demon. That’s all it says.” He told her.
“An aspect of the demon?” The slayer quickly took the hold of the book and yanked it away from him then looked at it herself, eye scanning the page intently.
“It’s rather terse, isn’t it?” He commented.
“You mean like a part of it?”
“There could be any number of explanations for your hand.” He tried to lesser her worry knowing what she was thinking, and also worried that she might be right. “A new fabric softener can cause irritation. In any case, I would advise not to attempt to track the one that got away. Let’s minimize your exposure.”
“Part of the demon?” Buffy still couldn’t get off the topic. “I hope it’s not the outside part.” She frowned at the thought of having something demonic sprung out of her body, something extremely embarrassing.
The English librarian resisted the urge to roll his eye at her ability to focus her attention entirely onto one single thing out of all the things that he was trying to tell her before sending her out of the library
Buffy quickly looked for her best friend to voice her concern about what she and Giles talked about. The resulting conversation did nothing to ease her mind, and even raise a scarier prospect of having a demonic body parts growing out of her, by the time she had to go slay, she didn’t even feel like killing anything and worried about her appearance constantly, she was too distracted to slay.
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The blonde headed to student lounge, where she knew the gang would be, a place where they all would be sitting around, waiting for the bell to ring and head off to their respective classes, she hadn’t really had the time to catch up with them lately, with her being all busy with the slay and all that. Hopefully, she’d have a few minutes to chat before class start.
Just as
she arrive her slayer hearing allowed her to detect and distinguish the voices that belonged to her friends. They were sitting at together, chatting about basketball game. The game she had not been able to go with them because of the slaying, another activity that she couldn’t enjoy, and internally, Buffy pouted. As soon as she stepped near she could hear Willow making shushing noise at Xander, but she already heard most of the conversation.
“Hmm.. quietness.” She commented. “We either lost, or we won and you don’t want me to feel bad.” She looked at each of them with a small grin.
“Well, yeah it wasn’t a really good game.” The redhead said quickly.
“Yeah, tall hoops, with thin tall guys. What’s the point?” Xander shrugged, trying to help.
“Pretty dull,” Oz added in his two cents.
“Are you guys crazy?!” They all turned toward the voice coming from behind, there stood Cordelia, a look of disbelieve of her face, she couldn’t believe what she was hearing about the game, it had been an exciting game and as a cheerleader she wasn’t going to let the comment go. “That was an incredible game! I’ve never cheered so hard in my life. I still have knee marks on my back.”
They gave her a weird look at her last remark and she rolled her eyes. “From the pyramid.” Then she walked away.
“Yeah well, I still bet patrolling was way better cause, wow, important.” Willow covered it up quickly, she felt bad that Buffy couldn’t come to the game because of the patrol and she didn’t want her best friend to feel like she missed out at something so important, something that she could’ve shared with them had she not been the slayer.
The blonde appreciated her friend’s afford in trying to make her feel better, and it worked. She tried to put it all out of her mind also, making comments about the patrol itself which was a complete bored, unlike the basketball game. Then she noticed Xander looking at his ex-girlfriend and made comment about Cordelia and Wesley.
Not realizing that the comment wasn’t spoken out loud, the blonde slayer said. “It really bugs you, huh?” She felt bad for him.
“What?” He looked a little puzzled, wondering what the hell his friend was talking about, to suddenly turned her attention to him and said something that was completely not of the conversation that they were having, mainly the basketball game.
“Cordelia and Wesley, smooching.”
“Man,” he said. “You read my mind.” Xander frowned slightly at that, he was sure he didn’t say anything about Cordelia and Wesley, that he had only been thinking about it in his mind, unless his mouth started working without his mind’s consent again, that would be a bad news, since his mind tended to fill itself with something that was an embarrassment to be announced in public.
And suddenly she realized what had just happened, her eyes widened, thinking of all the possibilities.
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The tiny blonde strolled down the hallway, she was lost in thoughts, the new ability, her new ability. The more she thought about it the more possibilities she could come up with. There was so much she could do with it, she didn’t know where she should begin.
She was so lost in her own world that it didn’t register to her when a teacher stepped out and she bumped into him. He quickly called out for her to be more careful while she quickly caught herself from doing anything embarrassing. She noticed for the first time who she was bumping into and smiled at him, apologizing for her carelessness. He gave her a small smile and nodded then walked away, but before she could start walking his stray thoughts came to her.
‘Student, if we could just get rid of all the students.’
She didn’t give it a second thought, instead she continue, putting the experience behind her, after all a lot of teachers probably have that fantasy where they could get rid of all the student, it wasn’t something that she should be concerning about, after all, she thought about how good it would be to blow up the school on occasions.
More and more thoughts came at her as she walked toward the library. Buffy was surprised at how busy human mind seemed to be while they were idle.
‘When I’m a sophomore jillionair, and you’re flipping burgers. Who’s the loser then…’
‘Maybe I’ll take French, I said. How hard can it be, French babies lear. ID. IDIOT.’
Buffy stifled a giggle when she came across some humorous comments and thoughts, then she stopped when another kind came into her consciousness. ‘Buffy is so beautiful.’ She glanced at the origin of the thought, smiling at the compliment. It wasn’t everyday that she got to hear comment like that, not when it was completely not for her ear. ‘I mean, look at that body.’ She raised a hand to cover her rapidly reddening cheeks, but stood there in the middle of the hallway. ‘God, I’d love to shove her against that locker right now and just…’
The tiny slayer’s eyes widened, freaking out at the thought that came after and quickly walked past him, trying to get away from the mental images. Without looking at her own steps she nearly bump into another student, the guy looked and recognized her, then a thought that he sent her way freaked her out even more and she broke into a run, giving as much space as she could between herself and the perverted thoughts from the male student.
“Is this the thing?” She spoke rapidly to the English librarian who was her watcher. “Because I gotta say, if it is, it is way better than a tail. I mean, I have a hard enough time finding jeans that fit right.” Her excitement easily conveyed with her babbling speech.
Finally Giles had to stop her from continuing any further. “Buf#822#8221; he stopped her. “Slow down. I’m not even convinced that this is genuine mind reading. You’re most likely projecting your…”
She cut him off. “When I walked in a few minutes ago, you thought ‘Look at her shoes. If a fashion magazine told her to, she’d wear cats strapped to her feet̵#822#8221; She recited what she heard.
“I.. um…” ‘The demons are telepathic. I should’ve known. That’s why they didn’t need mouths.’ “Of course,” he exclaimed. “The demons are telepathic!”
“I know, you just told me. That’s why they don’t need mouths. And you should have known.”
“This is andinnding.” Giles said with enthusiastic, possibilities entered his mind, all of them having to do with slaying duties.
“It was happening out in the hallway. Principal Snyder has Walk Like an Egyptian stuck in his head. And the boys in this school are seriously disturbed.” She rolled her eyes at the thoughts she had picked up along the way. “It’s weird, but Giles, think about it. Think about what I could do.”
“It could be very useful. You could anticipate your opponent’s every move. Turn his plans against him.RHe cHe could just see it now.
“Oh, way better than that.” She cut him off, something else occurred to her.
And she demonstrated it in her Literature class, for the first time she did not get picked on by the teacher about the reading assignments and she even got brownie points for being able to discuss in class, and more importantly, she got to beat Nancy, the know it all, smarter than thou Nancy Doyle, that was worth a bit of discomfort in hearing people.
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With a tray in one hand, Buffy made her way into the cafeteria, standing in line. The voices in her head was starting to make her feeling more than just a bit disoriented, it had been sturdily getting worse and worse over the past few hours.
The chattering in her head was random, disjointed, she couldn’t make sense in any of them, everyone was thinking different thing, worrying, wondering, no one was quiet. And she could barely take it anymore. Buffy could feel cold sweat down her back, her hands were starting to shake, the ground beneath her feet were getting less and less solid.
‘It’s gotta get better. Please tell me it gets better. I hate school.’
‘Am I normal?’
“Are you through with the mashed potatoes?” From beside her a short male student looked at her with question in his eyes, she didn’t answer him, only stared at him for a moment. ‘She
doesn’t even know I’m here. Look at everybody, none of this matter.’
Then she stepped away from him with a tray in her hand.
She felt as if eone one in the room was looking at her, staring, seeing things that she didn’t want them to see. She felt exposed.
‘Come on! Come on! She’s a loser.’
‘She has the sweetest face I’ve ever seen.’
‘Oh my god, quiet down.’
‘If I can just stand in the right spot, I can probably see into the arm hole of her top.’
The voices started to turn into a din, all the words blended together and she couldn’t understand them anymore. She walked deeper into the cafeteria, other students were walking by her, getting a seat, people talking, the physical noises added to what she was already suffering inside her head, the room seemed to spin around her.
Then suddenly the noises stopped, and one voice rang loudest with more contempt, more hatred. ‘This time tomorrow, I’ll kill you all!’ The voice wasn’t male or female, it was inhuman. The room spun, a lunch tray fell from her hand and onto the floor the clattered of the plastic tray and silverware stopped all the chattering and everyone looked at her.
Then the laughter and clapping started. Congratulated her on the mess that she had created, but Buffy didn’t listen to any of it, instead she ran around, touching anyone that came close to her, to see if the voice was the one that she had heard, the once with dead threat.
‘She’s gone nuts.’ A girl that she grabbed thought, giving her a weird look.
She grabbed more people that walked by, but she couldn’t get the same voice, thoughts were coming from every direction around her now and she couldn’t shut them out, more and more, she felt it pressed down on her, into her, trying to go through her. Buffy tried covering her ears, hoping that it would help, but it didn’t, the room started to spin like crazed marry go round and suddenly everything went blank…
‘I think she’s waking up now.’
‘She’s ok.’
‘Oh, thank god.’
‘Her eyes are ong.&ng.’
‘I’m cold.’
Voices of greeted her as she slowly came to. The first person she saw was her Watcher leaning over her, she could see concern in his eyes.
“Are you all right?”
“I told them not to move you,” the cheerleader told her before she could reply. “They probably severed your spinal cord.”
Buffy slowly sat up, they were all looking at her. “I’m ok.” She told them, Giles was helping her sit up, she felt shaky still. “Buffy.” He was concerned at how pale she looked.
“No really,” she tried to reassure him as well as everyone else. “Listen, there’s a killer in the cafeteria.” And she went on to describe what had happened before she black out in the middle of a crowded room full of student. Giles went into Watcher mode and asked if she recognized the voice. Then the redhead added by asking if she could tell the gender of the voice, the tiny blonde gave negative answer to both questions.
The she started to walk away from them, their thoughts intruded her consciousness, they seemed to get louder than when she first discovered that she could hear other people’s thoughts earlier, it built up faster now and she couldn’t handle it anymore. Stumbled as she walked, her watcher caught her, trying to get her to slow down.
“No, I have to find them.” Her voice was strained by the stressed that the ability had placed upon her.
Then Xander remarked. “Yeah, I mean, who hasn’t just idly thought about taking out the whole place with a semi-automatic?” Once he noticed everyone staring at him he quickly covered his earlier comment. “I said idly.”
“I know the difference. He... she... whoever, they meant it. They’re going to do it.” She said firmly.
Then all their thoughts started to assault her again and she screamed for them to stop asking if they could stop thinking so loud, her head wasn’t going to withstand it for much more of this. Immediately, the librarian told her that she should go home and get some rest, he offered to take her home. She almost agreed till it occurred to her that they needed to figure out who the killer was.
“We’ll do it Buffy,” Willow assured her friend, she could see how tired her best friend look, she felt bad that her idle thoughts could hurt her, but it wasn’t something she could control, like heartbeat, it was automatic. “A list of all students.”
“Yeah, Nancy was there. She’s scary. And um… oh… teachers, too.” The tiny slayer quickly rank her brain trying to remember the people that she had seen in the cafeteria. “Mr. Beech, he thought something about getting rid of all the students.”
“Come on,” the English librarian gently guided her away.
After a while Buffy said tiredly. “I can’t shut it out Giles. It’s like this invasion of my head. It’s like there’s these strangers walking around in there. It’s just a…” she trailed off. “Look at this, I can’t even be around people anymore. Not that they’re really clambering to be near me anymore.” Her voice held that note of sorrow in it. “Even you.” She looked at him.
“I’m sorry Buffy. It’s hard for all of us. Wesley and I are… are looking for a way to help.”
“I’ll be ok, right?” She sounded hopeful. “I mean, even if you can’t get rid of it?” They finally reached Giles’s car.
“You’ll be fine,” he assured her. “I promise.” ‘If it doesn’t go away she’ll go insane.’
Buffy stopped dead in her track as she heard the thought from her watcher, shocked.
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“Oh Faith, there you are.”
“What’s up G-man?” The youngest slayer strutted into the library, her hand trailed along the counter top, not looking at the English librarian while she responded to his greeting. She was bored, and the only reason she was here was because she would be training with the older girl who had been the slayer for far longer than she had.
Giles took off his glasses and started cleaning the lenses as he stepped out from behind the counter. The other children and gone with the list of the student and tried to figure out how the killer would be, something that Faith couldn’t really do, seeing how she wasn’t one of the student there. “Buffy had to leave the school earlier today due to some unfortunate incident.”
With his words he noticed that the young girl looked up at him sharply, for a moment he saw something flickered in her dark eyes, but then it was gone and replaced by her usual indifference as she hopped on the top of the counter and turned slightly just so that she was facing him.
“What happened?” The younger slayer asked, her voice still held that indifferent quality that she always used with the exception slayage talk and sex. Giles was used to the way Faith handled herself and thought not of it, he had much more pressing matter to attend to, like always, and the little things like how the young girl acted or talked wasn’t his foremost worry.
Right now though he had to figure out what he could do to help Buffy, in the mean time someone would need to take up the patrolling duty while the blonde was incapacitate. And the person in question would be Faith. He would need to explain the situation to her and hopefully she would agree without much fuzz. It was her duty to slay, after all, and she was much more enthusiastic about it than Buffy ever was.
“Last night, Buffy went out and slain a demon which has telepathic ability, she got some of the demon’s blood on her, subsequently she was infected with an aspect of the demonic ability.” He said slowly, picking up another book and started opening it.
“She grew another head?” The dark slayer frowned slight, imagining Buffy Summers with two heads walking around then cringed on the inside, deciding that she didn’t like the thought at all. “Tails? Third eye?”
Giles frowned disapprovingly at her for the suggestion, he had noticed that the two slayers had become close after Buffy initial insecurity, and he was glad, they had been in the same predicament, after all and they were the only two of their kinds, it was good that they could get along and
work together, though the younger girl still could be impulsive at times and not much for following orders, not that Buffy ever was, but the blonde girl could be easily persuaded into a certain assignment.
“Faith,” he chastised. “I’d like for you to listen without comment for a few moments.”
“All right.” The brunette shrugged.
“She can hear thoughts of people around her, and at the moment she could not be in a place filled with people, the random thoughts make it hard on her, now Wesley and I are looking for a way to cure her, and we need you to cover her patrolling duty as well aur our own.”
“Sure G-man, whatever.” Faith agreed airily. “So, is she all right? Wicked cool ability of you asked me, people can’t lie to you that way and you can cheat at poker.”
“It is not, as you put it, cool, if you can not turn it off at all.” Giles said dryly. “It’ll eventually drive you insane if a cure isn’t found.”
“Maybe she can do that thing like they do in the series on TNT,” Faith picked up a piece of parchment, examining it pretending to not care. “You know, picturing a wall, building it and imagining the voices being block out or some shit like that.”
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“There you look better already.” Mrs. Summers smooth the blanket over her only daughter, a look of worry etched firmly to her face, but she was trying to hide it, forcing a smile. The older blonde stood up and exited the room.
“Thanks mom.”
“I.. um… going to get you another pillow.” She disappeared from the door way, coming back with another pillow.
“I really don’t need one.” Buffy shook her head tiredly her mother put down the pillow on the bed. The episode at school earlier left her with a massive headache, and she feared that she would never again back to normal and would have to live with the ability to read people’s mind. At first it seemed like the best thing ever, to be able to know what people were thinking and as Giles had put it, be able to conceive of the opponent’s next move, but now she was sure that it was the worse thing ever.
So now she was in her own bed, in her oversize long-sleeved cow pajama, her sleeves covered most of her hands as she pulled up the comforter higher on her chest, worry ceased her forehead as she thought about what happened before she passed out in tchoochool cafeteria, resulting in her being sent home early. She had heard a dead threat and she wanted to be out there and find whoever thought it up.
But she couldn’t.
The tiny slayer couldn’t even be around people, their thoughts were assaulting her, she couldn’t shut them out, even here in her own room, in her own house, she still could hear them from the neighborhood. Her only saving grace was that most people were at work and not around for their thoughts to reach her.
“But you need another blanket.” Joyce Summers turned on the ball of her foot, she walked out and came back with an extra blanket.
“Um.. mom I’m fine.”
“How about some soup? Chicken and stars?” She placed a blanket on the bed.
“Mom?” Buffy called out, stopping her in mid stride. “Please, just come sit with me?”
Right now she needed nothing more than her mom to sit by her and tell her that everything was going to be all right, that they would come up with something to help her, an antidote of some kind to get rid of the ability, if not, a way for her to cope with it. Because right now, she couldn’t.
And Buffy Summers, the slayer, the chosen, reverted back to a little girl that needed her mother’s comforting touch.
Her mom though, was another story, and the tiny blonde watched her mother fidgeting, coming up with excuse not to come inside the room, for a moment she wondered why.
“I’ve, um.. I got laundry.” Joyce said weakly, in an attempt not to get too close so that her daughter would be able to read her thoughts, right now she was worried what Buffy would hear, what thought she would be able to read, and how damaging it would be. And she remembered a few months earlier, the incident with the candy that Buffy and her friends were forced to sell to help raise money for the band, and as a result, the adult in Sunnydale behaved like teenagers themselves, things were done that they later regretted.
Joyce was one of them.
What worse was that the time she acted like a teenager she was with Rupert Giles, Ripper, Buffy’s watcher and they had done something that they’d rather no one knew, and they did not speak of it, acting as if nothing had happen. The more she worried the more she thought about it, and right now it was all she could think about and afraid of Buffy’s reaction if she found out.
“Why are you…” The tiny blonde started, frowning, for a moment she forget about the faint thoughts that had beesaulsaulting her, and focused on her own mother without realizing it. “You had sex with Giles?!” She exclaimed, her voice rang high with disbelieve, she sprang up in her bed into upright position, leaning forward to stare at her mother.
Joyce gasped, her eyes widened in horror that her daughter had figured it out.
“You had sex with Giles?!!”
“It was the candy. We were teenager.” Mrs. Summers wrung her hands like a school girl being caught with her hand in a cookie jar.
“On the hood of a police car?!” Buffy continued.
“I’ll be downstairs, you feel better,” Joyce Summers quickly walked away.
“Twice!?!?!” Buffy yelled after her, couldn’t believe that her mother would do something like that, regardless of the fact that they were under influence of a magically enchanted candy bar at the time. Her mother wasn’t supposed to do something like that, and like any other teenager, she would preferred not to think of her very own mother being in any sexual situation at all.
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“Hi, Mrs. S.” Faith looked up with a small smile as the older Summers open the door for her.
The dark slayer had heard of what happened, not all the details, but enough that she knew she would have to take over the slaying duty, and she had done that already, so here she was visiting the older slayer, wanting to see if Buffy was alright.
“Oh, hi Faith.” Joyce smiled and stepped aside so the girl could enter the house.
The older blonde watched her entered the house; she had always liked Faith, and it wasn’t only for the fact that another slayer meant a lighter load on her own daughter’s seemingly fragile shoulders. The young girl’s enthusiastic for slaying was so different, when Buffy saw it as burden,th rth seemed to look at it as a gift. She wasn’t certain where the girl came from and where were her parents when she had to be by herself. It was odd for someone as young as Faith to be alone, she knew without having to ask that the girl had been through so much despite the young age.
And her maternal instinct told her that she needed to watch over her, something which she tried whenever she could, which wasn’t often. Buffy wasn’t so keen on bringing the younger slayer home for anything, and she knew it was insecurity on her daughter’s part. She hadn’t really seen Faith for so long and she often wondered how the girl lived. She could’ve asked Buffy, but that wouldn’t really get her anywhere.
“How’s B?” Faith tucked her hands in her pocket, her normal attitude was nowhere to be seen, on her face was a small, tired smile and not the u sel self-assured smirk that she often wore.
“She’s resting.” Joyce smiled back. “You can go up, she’s not sleeping I don’t think.”
The dark slayer nodded and headed up the stairs.
“I’ll bring you some hot cocoa?” Joyce called after her.
“Sure, Mrs. S. Thanks.”
Giles had told her that Buffy had picke the the demon’s unique talent while she slain them the night before from touching their blood, and she could hear thoughts now, which was why she had to be sent home early, it was doing number on her. If Buffy really can read thoughts then she was being stupid showing up to see her tonight.
The dark slayer hesitated in front of the room, not entering. The fact that Buffy could now read mind started to really sink in. She’d like to think that she could mask her thoughts, the thoughts that she wanted to hide with some stupid trivial thoughts, and no one would be the wiser, besides she had
heard from the librarian that the blonde could hardly separate any one individual thought for the bunch anymore. Still that was frightening, to have someone be able to pick out what she had in her head.
Maybe I should just leave, Faith mused running her fingers through her hair. Can’t have her fished out these suckers, now, can I. She’d freak.
A whimper pulled out of her muse, peering into the room, the lack of light did not bother her one little bit due to her slayer’s ability. She could see the older girl tossed and turned in her bed, she looked so small, her pretty face contoured with pain, her tiny hands gripped tightly at the comforter and Faith forgot all about her own worry earlier and stepped into the room.
Carefully, the dark slayer made her way over to the bed while the tiny slayer continued to toss and turn in her restless sleep. Faith pursed her lips at the ima image, she didn’t need to be a genius to know that her sister slayer was in so much pain that even sleep couldn’t take her away from it.
Carefully she sat down on the edge of her bed, reaching out with both hands, the dark slayer took hold of her lighter counter part’s hands and gently, but firmly held her down. From the way the blonde was tossing and turning, she would’ve hit her head on the metal frame of her own bed and it would’ve been ugly. After a few moments, Faith felt the tiny body relaxed slightly and she let go, the tiny wrists in her hand felt fragile all of a sudden and she was afraid that she might break them had she held on for too long.
Funny to think that she was afraid she might break the blonde slayer, seeing how strong the older girl was, despite her small frame.
A sound from the hall way made her turn around and she saw Mrs. Summers just outside the door with two mugs of hot cocoa in her hands. One was for Faith, the other one, presumably for Buffy, but the blonde was asleep at the moment, albeit not quite peacefully.
Faith got up and turned to the older Summers, one hand reaching out for the cup that Joyce Summers was holding out to her. Immediately the tiny blonde started trashing and whimpering in her bed. Hot cocoa forgotten, the dark slayer leaped back in the room and grabbed one tiist ist in her hand and just as quickly as she started trashing around in pain, Buffy quiet down.
From the door way Joyce could see the immediate relieft het her sleeping daughter seem to have once the younger girl took hold of her. Even now, Buffy seemed calmer, the pain that had been so clearly expressed on her beautiful face before seemed lessen. She watched Faith letting go of her hand, her face showed concentration as if she was figuring something out.
Then she got up and stepped away. Right before their astonished eyes the blonde slayer’s reaction was immediate.
“Faith?” Joyce said softly, slowly starting to enter the room herself after the young girl settled herself down next to her older counterpart while Buffy moved closer to her, as if seeking shelter from the thoughts that hurts.
“She’s been in so much pain all afternoon.” Joyce started her eyes trained on her own daughter. “I was so afraid tha I c I come too close what I’m thinking might hurt her.”
The look in Faith’s eyes told her that she understood.
“She seemed more comfortable with you nearby.”
“Maybe it’s the slayer connection we have.” The younger slayer commented softly.
“Maybe I should call Mr. Giles.”
Faith just nodded, her attention fixed firmly on the fragile looking blonde that had now snuggled close to her, so close that her golden head rested on one denim clad thigh.
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There were people everywhere, they were shouting at her, screaming. Their faces were blurry, she didn’t know them. Their voices distorted like she was in the water and they were screaming at her from dry land, nothing they were saying made sense, and just when she thought that it couldn’t get any worse the voices multiplied. They were coming closer now, closer by the heartbeat.
Suffocated.
She tried to run, but they followed, there was no place for her to run to, no place for her to hide from the faceless voices.
Confused.
Everywhere she went, there was more voices, more angry screams, sad cries, whimper of despair, painful… and she couldn’t take it. Her own cry lost like a drop of rain in the middle of thunderstorm.
Frightened.
She curled up into a tight ball, hands covered her ears, eyes squeezed shut tightly. Hoping to block them all out, somehow.
Screaming now.
Her voice was but one in midst of hundreds, thousands of voices shouting. Nothing made sense. She was crying, screaming for help, for voices to stop, for them all to stop and leave her alone, but they came at her stronger and stronger. Phantom hands grabbing hold of her, pulling and pushing, and she continued to cry.
Suddenly there was a hand, seeming solid and real reaching out, pulling her away from the phantom touches, faceless voices, pulling her away from the din. Now all the screaming and shouting seemed far away, in their place one voice, gently soothing her. The gesture was anxious, and worried, but it kept the others at bay.
And she clung to it like the last drop of morning dew clingto tto the grass blade in early morning sun. Gentle concerned caressed her, soft humming enveloped her tired and aching self.
Breathing easier now, her head had gotten a bit clearer.
The voice was familiar, warmth like blanket spread across her, the feeling was pleasant, finally a shelter.
Just as sudden as it appeared it was moving away, the one soothing, comforting presence moved away from her, leaving trail like a candle light shining from the corridor and the door was being close in her face, cutting off all light and warmth.
She screamed.
The shouting came rushing back so fast, she felt herself sinking like an ant in the midst of quicksand. Reaching out blindly with both hands, she screamed louder for the one voice to come back, to not leave her here. Crying out, the shouting, screaming, ghostly touches overwhelming her.
Then the hand came back, pulling her out and holding her.
The voiceset aet and distance once more.
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At the library in Sunnydale High, two watchers were busily researching for the cure; the older of the two, Rupert Giles was looking through yet another ancient tome, trying to find anything that would help them fix the situation that their young charge was in right now.
Wesley was mixing a concoction, he picked up another ingredient and added it with the rest as he mixed them. “Well, it seems to be coming along all right.” He commented, looking at the ingredients in the mixer.
“Yes, Buffy’s being driven mad, we have no proof that this is going to work, and it still requires the heart of the second demon,” Giles said sarcastically. “Which we have no idea how to get without risking Faith getting infected by its blood like Buffy.”
“Negative thinking doesn’t solve problems.” Wesley said with a note of superiority in his tone, nodding in approval of his own comment. He continued with what he was doing, missing the look on the older man’s face completely.
“Who is going to get the demon heart?” Giles asked, and then said quietly to himself. “Burke.”
They had been spending the entire afternoon after Buffy had left school researching the way to cure her condition, but so far they couldn’t come up with anything, the only way to cure her had required the heart of the demon that had infected her, among other ingredients, which wasn’t much of a problem, except that there was no one that could fight and kill the demon, now that Buffy was incapacitated, and if they sent Faith out to hunt down the demon, there was more than just a possibility that the younger girl might get infected as well.
And since they didn’t really know if the cure wouork,ork, it was unacceptable to risk another slayer to the same predicament.
But if it was the way to save Buffy…
A sudden shrill sound of telephone from his office broke him out of his reverie He looked up at Wesley, then got up and headed for the small enclose of his office to er ier it.
“Hello?”
It was Joyce Summers, the mother of his slayer, and he felt tightening in his stomach, fearing for the worse. Afraid that she might call to tell him that Buffy was getting worse, and if nothing was done for her soon she might go insane.
“Mr. Giles.” Joyce started.
“Mrs. Summers. What can I do for
you?”
“I wanted to call and see if you found something to help Buffy, and tell you about Faith.”
“What about Faith?”
And now the English librarian felt his stomach tightened even more at the mention of the younger slayer, afraid that if she went out and did something reckless then they would end up with two incapacitated slayers on their hands and there would be disaster followed.
But then he breathed out slowly as Joyce Summers proceeded to tell him about the young brunette and how she came to see her older counterpart. And also the subsequence outcome. He frelirelief that somehow their slayer connection had help Buffy.
There was hope, now that he could concentrate on finding a way to cure her, without having to worry that he might be too late in saving her from going insane. Just as Joyce started to hang up, Wesley came into the small office, waiting for him to finish his conversation.
“Have a good night, Mrs. Summers. I’ll give you a ring as soon as we find something.” He hung up the phone and looked up at the wet behind the ear watcher. “Did you find something?” He asked, turning around to face the younger man.
“I believe I may have a possible solution to our problem.”
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Joyce Summers hung up the phone after telling Mr. Giles about her daughter’s condition and the effect that Faith seemed to have on it. She explained the way Buffy immediately quiet down and her pain seemed lesser by simple touch from the younger slayer.
Giles had been astonished at the news and glad that there was a way to relieve her pain while he could not find the cure for her just yet.
He told her, of course, that they were very close in finding a way to fix this. A way to get Buffy back to normal, the assurance wasn’t helping much, but right now she worried a little less, grateful that something between her daughter and the younger slayer had helped.
She had a feeling that there was something he didn’t tell her, and she didn’t even want to imagine what it would be like for Buffy if they couldn’t cure her, would she be able to go out into the society again without going insane because of all the thoughts from other people assaulting her mind. Normal life was not something that she had to begin with, and now it’d be even worse.
Joyce tried to push all the negative thoughts away, well aware that her daughter might be able to pick it up even if unconscious and it would not help at all, even if she had Faith to help her now.
Faith, the older Summers thought about the girl. Tonight was the first time she saw her in over a month, she looked the same as the first time Joyce had met her, except she looked exhausted. She remembered that first conversation with her daughter about Faith being there to help with the slaying and how much Buffy hated the idea, saying that the new girl in town already tried to take over her friends, her watcher, even her mother. Joyce thought it was ridiculous, but Buffy was convinced.
Well, now the same girl seem to be the only one that could help Buffy, and even though she could certainly just go stra fro from patrol to her place, she stopped by and now she was sitting by her, helping. And she would love to know what the young brunette was thinking right now. There was something there in her expression when she mentioned how much Buffy was in pain, but it was quick and Faith remained closed off.
She had her suspicion about Faith’s feeling for her daughter, and truth be told, she wasn’t sure if she was all opposed to it. After all, they were in the same predicament, and no one else in this world would know what they had to live with. As long as they were happy, she supposed it would be all right. Though she doubted very much that her daughter had any inkling as to what the younger girl felt, and she wondered still if Buffy had felt anything toward Faith.
With that Joyce Summers made her way back up the stairs to see if there was anything she could do, knowing it would be very little.
As shee upe up the stairs and neared Buffy’s bedroom she heard a low humming. Some song she didn’t recognize, since her daughter was asleep, and there was no one else in the house, she knew it was Faith. And Joyce Summers was surprised to find that the young brunette had a decent voice.
“Lying beside you, listening to you breathe.
The light that flows inside of you burns inside of me.
Hold and speak to me, of love without a sound.
Tell me you will live through this and I will die for you.”
She stood there and listened for several moments, hearing the haunting melody from the girl who was the youngest among them, yet seemed older than even Joyce herself.
She poked her head inside the dark room when the song trailed off, her human eyes couldn’t really see much and needed time to adjust to the low lighting, as soon as it did she saw Faith sitting fully on the bed, her boots tossed carelessly onto the floor, her jacket laying in a heap beside them, leaving the young brunette in her dark tank top and dark jeans. Joyce spotted a golden head laid in her lap, Buffy had curled around the stretched out legs her arms hugging Faith’s waist, fully trapped her down.
“Faith?” Joyce almost whispered.
“Mrs. S.” The younger slayer looked up, she could see the oldest Summers and the way she stood in the doorway, afraid to enter the room.
She had been concentrate on things other than what she felt for the tiny girl whom, at the moment, was using her thing as a pillow and her presence like a life line. So, she had been singing, concentrating on the lyric, if by chance, the older slayer picked up her thoughts it would be just that. Though, she couldn’t resist being a bit melancholy in her selection of song. She could go for full blown depressing, but it would’ve freaked out someone, may it be Joyce or Buffy herself, she wasn’t sure, but someone would freaked nonetheless, otherwise she would’ve gone with Nine Inch Nails songs.
She had stopped as soon as she heard the older Summers in front of the room, and couldn’t help but feel a little embarrassed.
Mrs. Summers made no mention of the singing.
“What did G-man say?” She asked. “Did he find any cure for her?”
“Not yet, he said he found something that might help, but he wasn’t sure yet. He was relieved that your slayer connection helps.”
“Yeah,” the young brunette nodded.
“I’m going to be in my room, if you need anything just call, ok?”
“Sure, Mrs. S.”
Joyce smiled at the way the young brunette worked her fingers into the blonde tresses of her daughter’s hair, she could see affection there, the look on her young face was unguarded. Right then, Faith looked like the young girl that she was. “Thank you.”
The younger slayer looked at her questioningly.
“For being here, for Buffy and I,” the older Summers clarified. “I wouldn’t know what to do with her being so much in pain l this. So, thank you.”
“Live to serve.” Faith grinned, “g’night, Mrs. S.”
And she watched Joyce Summers disappeared down the hallway, assumingly into her own bedroom. Faith sighed and leaned against the headboard. She wanted to get rid of her jeans, if she was going to be here all night, at least she could be comfortable that way, but from the look of it, there was no chance of that, seeing how just by stepping away Buffy started to whimper.
However, this wasn’t the worst situation to be in, she could think of something else much worse that she had to do, could’ve been feasted on by a bunch of vamps, this certainly wasn’t the worse. After all, she wanted to be close to her, and this was the closest she would ever get to be with Buffy Summers, slayer extraordinaire, a bit of discomfort was a small price to pay.
Looking down at the tiny blonde, something washed over her, a feeling she never had for anyone. What exactly it was, she couldn’t tell, but it was a good feeling.
And she didn’t want it to end.
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‘Tell me you will live through this, and I will die for you.’
She felt the voice washed over her, covered her, warm and sweet. She could still hear voices, but they were nothing but a low, faraway din, like a humming of an insect, annoying, but ignorable. And she was ignoring them. There was one voice, on, one voice whispering to her, singing.
So familiar.
‘Cast me not away, say you’ll be with me.’
So sweet.
‘For I know,
I cannot bear it all alone.’
It was nothing more than gentle and soothing whisper enveloped her with what akin to love, even when there was confusion, and loneliness as a large part of it>
Alone.
Like her, owneowner of the voice was alone, and very much lonely.
So very, very lonely.
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Slowly, she swam up from the dept of her consciousness, rising into the light with uncertainty. Her head still hurt but not as much as it had been when she gave over to the dark and let herself sleep, hoping that it’d be better. But it wasn’t. The voices haunted her even in her dream. She couldn’t run, couldn’t hide, there seemed to be nothing that she could do to get away, or stop the voices, and finally she even started to succumb to the overwhelming thoughts from countless sources and origins.
But then something changed, something chased the voices away.
Buffy felt her cheek against something that wasn’t as soft as her pillow, but no less comfortable, nor warm. A comforting and familiar hum that was usually at the back of her mind was there, stronger this time, she tried opening her eyes and found that she could barely see through the throbbing of her head. She did have enough presence of mind to notice that the thoughts that had previously been assaulting her mind earlier were less in their intensity. She could still hear them, but not as loudly, nor felt as intrusive as before.
One voice, however, was still clear in her mind, it was gentle and concerned.
Buffy tried to block it out at first thinking that if she try, it might get better in time, and she might be able to function with practice and even if they couldn’t find a cure for her she would still be all right. Then something stopped her. Something in the voice. The thoughts held that note of loneliness and sorrow, and fear. Though with all of the emotions, they were still soothing, they felt different. The voice was a whisper, talking of insecurity, fear of rejection.
‘She looks so small.’
And the tiny blonde felt a hand stroking her hair, the gesture was loving and she didn’t move, didn’t give any indication that she was awake. Instead, she tried to listen to the voice in her head closely.
‘I can’t believe I’m here and she’s in my lap.’
For a moment she felt wonderment, then it changed just as quickly. ‘What if she freak? If she wakes up and see me here. She hates my guts.’ The next set of thought stopped her breath in her chest. The tiny slayer’s green eyes widened with surprise, as she finally registered that her head was in someone’s lap, and that someone was her sister slayer. It was Faith.
“B?” The changed of breathing rhythm alerted the brunette that the tiny blonde was awake.
Quickly Buffy sat up and moved away, shocked, and also wanted to see if she was right, it was really Faith that she had been using as a pillow. Her green eyes shone in the dark, impossibly wide. “Faith?” Buffy said, her voice hoarse, her throat dried. “Wha…” Before she could finished what she was trying to say she toppled forward as she got up on her knees, had the younger slayer not been there she would have fall off of her own bed, face first, onto the floor.
The voices came back, this time they were more aggressive, seemingly multiplied ten folds, shouting, screaming as if to punish her for being able to get away from them, and she let out a strangled cry her hands came up to cover her ears. A futile gesture against the psychic assault.
“Whoa there, B.” Faith caught her and sat her down gently.
Then it was just quiet din again in the background, this time the one voice was full of concern, and the tiny blonde looked up at the dark brown eyes, knowing for certain that what she had heard was Faith’s.
“Take it easy,” Faith told her softly, her hands moved from where they were on Buffy’s upper arms to holding on of her tiny hand. “You don’t wanna fall on your face or nothing. Your mom might freak out more than slrealready did.”
‘Is it so bad that it was me you woke up to?’ Unbidden, the thought popped into her head before she could steer herself into thinking of something else.
“No, Faith,” the tiny slayer spoke up quickly returning the loose grip that the younger slayer had on her hand with a tight one of her own. For the moment she forgot completely of the voices inside her head, she tucked at her. Faith just looked away, and now in her head she sang a song, blocking all other thoughts out.
“Buffy? Faith?”
Before the tiny blonde could say anything her mother came at her door, looking in with concern.
“Mom?”
“Is everything all right? I heard a cry.”
“Everything’s five by five, Mrs. S.” Faith waved it off, pretending that nothing was amiss. “B just tried to get up too quick, that’s all.”
Joyce looked skeptic for a moment, then she nodded, feeling like there was something that she might have missed. The look on the young brunette’s face was telling her that something was wrong. It wasn’t something that she could put her finger on, neither could she be sure about it.
“How are you feeling, sweetie?” So for the moment she turned her attention back to her own daughter. “Do you need anything?”
Joyce hovered at the entrance of the room, unsure if she should enter or not. Now that Buffy was awake, she was afraid that if she got too close to her and her worries seeped into her daughter’s head, it would hurt her, even with Faith here to act as a shield.
Then it occurred to her that Buffy may not understand why the younger slayer was there and in her bed nonetheless. She wondered what her reaction was once she woke up, and if it was the reason why Faith looked so hurt a moment ago.
RR’m all right, mom. Just got up too quick.” The tiny blonde replied, her forehead creased slightly with a frown. “Almost fall on my face for it, except Faith caught me.” The she turned to look at the brunette beside her, noticing that their hands were still linked, but she didn’t let go, remembering how it felt as soon as she tried to get up, and subsequence pain. “I still can hear the voices, they just didn’t seem as loud as before.”
And she also wondered at the immediate dim of the noise as soon as the younger slayer grabbed her and stopped her from falling flat on her face.
“Was it you?” She wondered aloud, not realizing that she did so.
The younger girl just looked at her, not answering. Faith tightened her grip slightly, inside her head she started reciting another lyric, she wasn’t sure how it worked, but assumed that being in close proximity and with the touch, if anything would allow Buffy more direct access to her head.
Just before the tiny slayer woke up she had let her mind wandeand and now she was afraid that the older slayer might picked something up, there was just that look in her wide green eyes. And what she had said. Faith was willing to bet that the tiny blonde had read what she was thinking. She could’ve kicked herself in the ass for that.
Buffy was looking at her now, with a question in her eye, she had heard what the tiny slayer said, but she wasn’t going to answer.
“Buffy?” Her mother called.
Saved by Joyce.
“Did you talk to Giles?” And the blonde slayer turned to her mom as if it suddenly occurred to her to ask about the progress that her watchers might have made while she was asleep, she immediately asked. “Did he find anything?” There was a note of hope in her voice.
“I called Mr. Giles earlier.” She tried not to think of what happened earlier when Buffy first got home, and what her daughter had picked out of her head. “He said he was close to finding something, and you should stay put.” She nearly winced at the crestfallen look on the tiny slayer’s face.
“I’m sorry, honey.” Joyce wanted to take her daughter in her arms and hold her until things got better, but knew that she couldn’t. But she was glad that Faith was here, the young brunette seemed subdued even more so than when she first showed up at her door. “But he said that he would call as soon as he find something, also that your friends are working very hard.”
Mrs. Summers didn’t really know what the English librarian was referring to, though, Buffy would. She had dismissed it as one of the disasters that her daughter dealt with on regular basis, slayer’s business, and she wasn’t going
to ask for details, unless it was offered to her.
“Thanks, mom.”
Joyce Summers nodded at her daughter and turned her attention to the younger slayer, whom had been quiet through the exchange between mother and daughter. She noticed the concentration in those dark eyes, and in this moment, she wanted to wrap Faith in a hug and thanked her for what she was doing.
Being there for her only daughter.
“Faith, honey.” Joyce spoke softly.
The dark slayer’s head snapped up, as if she hadn’t been listening to their conversation at all, and in part it was true, she was concentrating hard on thinking about other things, things that had nothing to do with her personal life, or whatever she had that could be passed as one, or her personal demons, the ones that plagued her every waking moments, her past, her worries.
And most of all, she stayed cleared of any thought of her desire.
Or how good it felt to be this close to the older slayer, to hold her close, she wanted to savor it, to be able to observe every little thing that was Buffy Summers, but she couldn’t, even though it was probably the first and last time she would ever be this close to her.
Instead she busily singing just about everything she could think of in her head. And so far it didn’t seem to bother the blonde at all, which was a good thing, or maybe Buffy was just too preoccupied to pay much attention to the buzzing in her head.
“Yeah?”
“Can I get you anything?” Joyce offered. “A soda? Something to eat? You’ve been sitting here for hours now.”
And now Buffy was looking at them back and fort, frowning, she considered what her mother just said. Unconsciously she leaned against the younger girl’s shoulder, feeling tired and worn out, as if she had gone ten rounds with the master and all she wanted to do was sleep, the humming that she had always felt in Faith’s presence was stronger now and it was warm, the younger slayer’s voice in her head had been singing song after song, and now was humming lullaby.
“Um… soda would be great Mrs. S.” Faith replied. ‘Yeah, a coke, sounds really good right now and maybe a sandwich, too… and maybe I’ll share it with B, the girl can stand to gain a few pounds.’
“Hey!” Buffy exclaimed, wide awake after what she had just heard.
“What?” Two pairs of eye turned to look at her.
“Do you want something, honey?”
“No mom, just get Faith a coke and maybe a few sandwiches.” She quickly said; feeling embarrassed at the outburst.
Mrs. Summers turned to the brunette and got a nod as an answer.
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In the middle of the park, again a similar scene from the night before played, but this time instead of the tiny blonde slayer it was a tall, dark hair vampire with a soul chasing yet another demon.
A call from the watchers was the reason why he was here, he had known about Buffy’s condition from Giles, while he explain the situation to him and asked him for help, due to the fact that the younger slayer was also unavailable for this job, seeing how she seemed to act as a shield for the tiny blonde. And for the little fact that she was just as much expose to the infection as the blonde slayer was, and they did not want to risk having herlooklook for the demon.
While they were reluctant to ask him, he was more than willing to go out and hunt down the demon.
And so here he was, finding one, possibly the partner of the one that Buffy had slain earlier, and the cause of her condition.
Without a word, the souled-vampire chased after the tall, pale skin, mouth-less creature through the park. There was no light, the entire park was pitch black, but the vampire didn’t need like, neither did the demon. It didn’t take long before Angel was able to catch up with it, with a side kick, he sent the creature flying through the air. He ran after it as the pale figure slammed onto a picnic table, one of the many that set scattered in the park.
As the demon got up on its feet the vampire stepped in and threw a punch which it easily dodged and threw a punch back. It didn’t miss, but the punch didn’t faze Angel. He was determined that he would win, he had no other choice. Either he won, or Buffy would be forever trapped, unable to be in the society. Whatever left of her life, she would either had to spent it in the company of the other slayer, which would also trapped Faith, or she would have to be locked away, far, far away from people.
No, he could not lose.
He threw another punch and followed up quickly, throwing the demon onto another picnic table nearby. The table didn’t give, and neither did it stop the creature from standing up again, ready for the souled-vampire as he leaped up onto the table top and swung hard, the demon flipped backward and off of the table top. They exchanged more blows and wrestled for a few moments before Angel caught it by the arm and threw it into the jungle gym.
He ran up to it, but before he could do anything else the demon got up and backhanded him so hard he spun around and fell onto the ground. Getting up to his feet slowly, he shook his head to clear it, feeling the blow more than he wanted to admit, trying to recover he lifted his head just in time to see the pale figure running away from him.
Angel ran after in pursue.
And once again he caught up to it before it could disappear into the dark, he leaped up, stretching hard the last few feet and landed on top of it, knocking the demon onto the ground, and this time he got on top of it, giving the creature no chance in getting up and punched as hard as he could, while it grabbing on to his neck. Being a vampire, the suffocation did not bother him, it was just the discomfort of his neck being crushed.
But he kept on punching, till the grip on his neck loosened, and he took hold of the protrusions on both side of its head and with one quick move, he twisted its neck and in effect, killed it.
Sighing tiredly, he slowly got up from the stilled form and took out a knife from the back of his waist band.
Angel proceeded to cut out a heart of the demon.
The last ingredient to the solution that would save his beloved from certain insanity.
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Just as she expected, as soon as her mother left the room after bringing in a tray full of sandwiches and two cans of soda, Buffy started with the questioning as to why the younger girl was there, and in her bed no less. Faith frowned, did not know how to explain, but she didn’t really have to.
As soon as the question came out, the thoughts in the dark slayer’s head answered all the questions that the tiny blonde had. It wasn’t as if Buffy didn’t already figure out some of it, but when the thoughts in Faith’s head entered her own consciousness she blush a ruddy pink.
With the thoughts came the memories of what had occurred.
And she remembered her dream, and sca scary it had been, before Faith came in, and shielded her. How all the voices came at her and she tried to out run them, and finally tried to hide, none of it worked. And one voice covered her, she remembered how soothing it was.
Then she remembered how in that voice she clung to held sorrow and worries.
How lonely.
And to know that it was Faith, Faith’s voice, Faith’s emotions.
She didn&#;t t;t think that her dark counterpart held that kind of emotions inside. Though, to be honest with herself, she knew that she’d never ask, because she never wanted to know. Not really, not while she had other things to worry about, herself. And Buffy Summers felt guilty.
It was one of those few times that she realized how young Faith really was, no matter how much bravado she seemed to display, how tough she wanted people to think that she was. And not for the first time she wondered how the younger girl had done it, how she could live by herself. And she decided then that she would be better to her sister slayer, to take care of her.
All the while, Buffy intentionally stayed clear of one other emotion that she had felt while the younger girl was shielding her.
Love.
Returning from her thoughts, Faith was asking her if she wanted to share the sandwiches.
“Um… Ok.” Buffy took one from the tray that set in the younger slayer’s lap, or in whatever space that left after the tiny blonde occupied it.
“Should eat more, B.” Faith commented, taking a bite of her sandwich, trying to think of food, or anything else that of inconsequential to how she really felt. “You’re too skinny.”
Buffy gave the girl
a pout and mumbled. “I’m not.”
“Yup, you’re skin and bone.” Faith sang out.
“No, I’m all muscle and sinew, thank you very much.” Buffy turned toward her and Faith saw it coming.
‘Oh shit, not the pout!’
And true enough, the tiny blonde’s bottom lip jutted out in the biggest pout she had ever seen, while it would’ve looked entirely ridiculous on anyone else, it looked adorable on the blonde, and Faith just wanted to kiss her, captured the lip between her teeth and nibbled at it…
Buffy caught everything that the younger slayer unintentionally thought about, and she felt flushed. In return, she looked at Faith’s full lips, then her eyes focused in on that cleft in the middle of her bottom then she felt her face grew hotter.
Faith caught herself before her thoughts went any further, then she noticed how the older slayer’s face flushed pink and knew that whatever she let slipped, Buffy had heard them and she felt awkward, and wanted to just run out of the room. She stopped herself as soon as she saw panic looked on her sister slayer’s beautiful face.
“Sorry, B.” Faith mumbled; put her food down and tucked the blonde closer to her, if that was possible. She hugged the tiny body to her. “Not going anywhere, promise.” Without thinking she kissed her forehead gently, butterfly kiss, so light that Buffy wasn’t sure if she did it at all. “I’ll be here as long as you need me.”
The blonde nodded and felt the arms around her loosened and one left to take up the half eaten sandwich. Leaning against the brunette again, closing her eyes as she heard the song started up in her head again, she focused less on words and more on the rhythm of it.
Soon Buffy fell asleep and Faith carefully laid her down and tucked the comforter around her after she carefully put the tray on the floor beside the bed. Only after the tiny blonde settled in comfortably she settled in herself and tried to get as comfortable as possible and steered herself for a night of being her sister slayer’s pillow. Her eye caught a stuff pig sitting abandoned on the other side of the bed and she reached over to snatch it up. Looking at it with a small grin, she said hi to him and put him near his owner, whom reached for it and snuggled closer, so her head tucked underneath Faith’s chin.
Long after Faith dri off off with a beautiful blonde clutching a pink stuff pig to her chest laid half on top of her.
‘Good night, sleep tight no more tears in the morning I’ll be here…’
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The phantom hand and voice that had been holding her and keeping all the rest of the intrusion at bay was now cleared, it wasn’t just faceless, and unidentifiable voice anymore.
She could see it.
Long dark hair, dark brown eyes, full-lips with dimples on her cheeks when she smiled.
Smile that she didn’t think she had ever seen before, not like this. Unlike a grin, or a smirk, this was a full smile, unadulterated and full of joy, as if the owner of that smile didn’t have a care in the world. And when it turned on her, she felt as if the entire world was dim and disappeared.
So blinding.
So bright.
It was like being in the isle of a storm, it was quiet and serene at the s time while she knew that everything else was raging around her, and without that presence to shield her, she would’ve been crushed by them.
There were so many of them, she could hear them from the distance, could see them even. They were pushing to get close to her, like she was the only way for them to be heard, the only way for them to get out into the world, she recoiled slightly, afraid that they would be able to get to her, but then the presence beside her calm her down, reminding her that as long as she was there, there were never coming close.
And then they were in a park, somewhere that she didn’t recognize, a little girl was standing beside her, holding her hand, tucking lightly to get her attention. She looked down, and smiled, the little girl smiled back at her. She took in the long dark hair; large brown eyes looked brightened just for a moment, then the light dim.
‘You’re pretty.’
She could only smile at the candid statement.
‘What is your name?’ She asked, kneeling down so that she was eye level with the girl.
‘You know my name.’
‘I do?’
‘Yup,’ the little girl nodded empathically. ‘But you don’t know me.’
That was when she noticed that the small hand still held onto her own, she looked at their linked hands and then back at the skinny little girl in front of her, and a small, sad smile appeared.
‘They all see me, but they don’t.’
She was confused. ‘Huh?’
‘They are like you.’ Said the little girl, ‘they know my name, but they don’t know me. No one knows me.’
She started to pull her hand away, feeling a bit awkward to be holding hand with a girl that all but told her that they were strangers.
‘You need me.’ The girl caught her hand and held tightly, not allowing her to let go. ‘And I need you, too.’
Then the hand that held hers grew in size, and the little girl grew taller, older. Until in her place was a familiar face looking back, her normally guarded brown eyes sad.
‘I really need you…’
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Joyce was up and about, and already she checked on the girls several times. The older Summers was too worried to stay in bed for long, after gotten up several times during the night she decided to just get up when she saw the light in the sky. And even though it wasn’t her day off she decided that the gallery could wait and closed it for the day and stayed home and be there with her daughter, as well as Faith.
Since the younger girl was unable to do anything least risking excruciating pain for the blonde and left her writhing on the floor.
Giles had already called and let her know that he was coming over as well as the news about the remedy. Telling her that Angel had managed to hunt down the demon and got the heart, the missing part of the ingredient, and what they were waiting for right now was for it to be ready.
Which would be a while yet.
Joyce started to pace the living room again. The two slayers were still asleep. She knew they both were exhausted from Buffy’s ordeal, and she wanted them to get as much rest as they could after last night.
Again, the older Summers found herself ascended the stairs and went in to check on them yet again. Not much had changed between the times that she was downstairs and her previous check up. The two still fast asleep, Buffy was curled up and almost completely on top of the younger girl, her blonde head tucked into the crook of Faith’s neck, her hand curled into a fist and rested on the slope of the younger slayer’s upper chest.
Faith also had her face turned toward the tiny blonde, one arm cradled the smaller body the other hand was holding the tiny fist on top of her chest, she looked peaceful, in fact they both looked so peaceful right now that if she didn’t know better she would’ve thought that everything was all right with her daughter. And Mrs. Summers felt her throat closed for a moment at the image before her.
The collar of Buffy’s pajama was tucked down that it exposed the back of her neck, the long sleeve of her baggy cow pajama came to almost cover her and Faith’s hand. Her daughter looked so young, and so did Faith. For a moment she imagined that nothing was wrong with her daughter and they were just two girls sleeping.
Two girls without a care in the world.
Two girls without the burden of their destiny on their fragile shoulders.
Sniffing lightly she left them once again, secured in the knowledge that her only daughter was not in pain and neither was Faith.
Padding down the stairs and into the kitchen, deciding that some coffee was in order and maybe some breakfast for when the girls woke up later. Just when she about to pour herself a cup of coffee someone was at her door, knocking. She left the coffee on the counter top and went to the front door, to see who it was. Hoping that it was the English librarian with the cure for her daughter’s condition.
Opening the door, it was Giles, but without the remedy.
“G.. good morning, Mrs. Summers.” Giles greeted awkwardly, he remembered everything that had happened during
their bout with the enchanted candy bars; they had not talked about it and pretended it did not happen. Which was better for both of them, seeing how they still needed to be on communicable level because of Buffy.
“Good morning Mr. Giles221;221; She replied, feeling the awkwardness that hung around them. Then she pushed it away, there was more pressing matter at hand for them to focus onto and it wasn’t this. Buffy was upstairs, waiting for the cure. “You have good news for Buffy, I hope.”
“Yes, um… maybe I come in?” He gestured helplessly, not wanting to have this conversation out in the porch.
“Oh yes, please...” Joyce stepped away from the doorway and led him to the living room.
She offered him coffee, and he declined, he was far too jumpy to be adding more caffeine to the mix. They took their seats, Joyce on the overstuff chair and Giles on the couch, with respectable distance between them. Silent for the moment, neither knew how to start the conversation now that they were inside.
Finally, Giles broke it.
“Is Faith still here?”
“Yes, they both are upstairs, sleeping. I just checked on them a minutes ago. Now, tell me you have a cure for Buffy.”
“Oh yes, about that.”
Joyce looked at him nervously, afraid of the negative respond; she couldn’t imagine her daughter having to be locked away because of this.
“Angel went out and hunted down the other demon last night, he retrieved the heart of the demon that we needed in the remedy, and now it is almost ready. He’ll bring it here as soon as it is done.”
“Oh good.” Mrs. Summers breathed out in relief.
“Now, while we’re waiting, are you sure I can’t get you cup of coffee?”
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The two adults stood at the threshold silently just looking at the sleeping young girls. One taller with dark hair, acted as a pillow for the tiny blonde. They were in the middle of the bed, and though there was plenty of room the blonde curled up on top of the brunette, her hair spread out covering her face and the taller one’s chest.
“She didn’t seem to be in any pain.” Giles spoke quietly, his voice barely a whisper.
“Not now that Faith’s here.” Joyce answered him, her eyes focused on the two girls.
Then Buffy shifted slightly, her hand pulling at Faith, so that their bodies stayed in contact while she shifted a bit more to her side, so that Faith still holding her hand and cradled her. The blonde’s face turned up slightly, as if she was looking up at her darker counterpart whom had her face turned down slightly, only inches remained between their faces, their noses almost touching.
Their position was too intimate for word, and the English librarian felt like he shouldn’t be here to see this. Even though he was curious of the reason, if it was all because Buffy needed the protection that only Faith seemed to be able to provide for her at this moment in time, or it was because of something more.
Certainly, his young charge needed some amount of contact with the younger girl in order for her to keep the voices at bay, that much Mrs. Summers had told him already, but this was more than just contact, they were practically wrapped around each other, though he figured that it was probably because of the comfort factor. This was the most vulnerable time for his slayer and he knew it.
The two adults glimpsed a pink object between them.
“Oh my,” Joyce’s eyes widened at the sight and she couldn’t help a smile that spread across her face. She hadn’t seen the stuffed toy at all yesterday, and didn’t even think about it.
She remembered getting that for Buffy when she was little, and he had been her constant companion, he helped her sleep when little Buffy Summers had nightmares, she even heard her daughter talk to the stuffed pig about her day sometimes. He reminded her of how much she was still just a girl.
Giles turned to the oldest Summers with a question in his eyes. “Mrs. Summers?”
“Mr. Gordo.” She pointed at the pinzz. zz.
“Mr… who?” He frowned, wondering if the woman had gone insane from worry.
“The stuffed toy Buffy has as a child, a pig, she named him Mr. Gordo.”
“Oh,” the English librarian said finally.
He knew that Buffy had retained that innocence even at this stage it was hard to do, especially with what she had to do on a regular basis. All the training, the hunting and the killing, granted it was for the grater good and the things she’d killed were that of the darkness, still, it was killing. He had read so many watcher diaries to know that innocence was a fragile thing, and easy to destroy in a slayer. They were trained to be hard, to be without emotions, to be a machine. Something that he never wanted to see Buffy turned into, ever.
And he was glad to see things like this.
The child-like part of her personality that he was lucky enough to experience.
“At least he and Faith got along.” Joyce Summers murmured with just a hint of laughter. “I can’t believe she still sleeps with him.”
Giles looked at the woman beside him and shook his head slightly, wondering if he had finally crossed over to the twilight zone.
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‘I’m glad you’re with me.’
‘Wouldn’t wanna be anywhere else.’ The dark hair girl smiled, ‘just wanna be here with you.’
‘When will they go away?’ She gestured at the blur of images, noises, unknown faces surrounding them, felt like they were in the small island that was slapped onto a heart of a large and busy city. And there was an invisible wall between her and the rest of the world, and that wall was right here with her. In a form of a girl not much bigger than herself, a girl that was as dark as she was light.
A girl with sad smile and soul-full eyes.
And everytime she looked into those dark brown eyes she saw gentle concern, she saw friendship, she saw love… And she felt safe, and cared for, and there was something else something stirring deep within her. Something she couldn’t quite understand just yet. But she wanted to.
‘They’ll go away soon, don’t worry.’
‘But I can’t do this, what if they never go away.’
‘Then I’ll always be here, I’ll keep you safe.’
‘You will?’
‘I will.’ A promise.
‘What is that?’ She pointed behind, at a shadow in the corner of their quiet place.
Everything around them were bright, all ligss, ss, inside the invisible wall, the sun was shining, the wind a gentle breeze, the noise was but a din in the background.
But in that one corner, a darkness resided.
Darkness so dense that nothing could be seen though it.
‘Something you don’t need to know.’ Dark hair girl told her resolutely. ''Something you don''t need to be worried about.''
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Angel paced nervously back and fort waiting for the cure to be ready so he could take it to Buffy, so that he could save her. It was way past his ime,ime, the sun was already up several hours ago, but he couldn’t go to sleep, he had to wait for the potion to be cooked up by Wesley.
He would’ve preferred that it was Giles that was here with him and not Wesley, the younger watcher was somewhat of a nuisance more than being any real help. And right now he could see the younger man peering suspiciously at him out of the corner of his eye every so often.
Due to the watchers request, he went out and hunted for the remaining demon, to get the key ingredient to Buffy’s cure. They told him that they would’ve sent out the younger slayer, if not for the fact that they might have both slayers end up in the same condition and that was something that was not acceptable, to have two incapacitated slayers, no one would be there to protect the hellmouth.
And he agreed.
He had yet to see her, but Giles assured him that she was all right, that Faith was looking out for her. He knew that they didn’t really trust him, not with all the things that he had done in the past, he was still trying to make up for it, but it’d take time and he understood. He couldn’t blame them for being cautious around him. After all he had once been Angelus.
Sighing to himself, he tried to relax and do his tai chi routine,
but he couldn’t. He was too jumpy, too worried to be calm and collected as he required. Sitting down, he looked over to where Wesley was. The young watcher was especially skittish around him, he was the least trusting of them all, and the young English man clearly wanted to be anywhere but here in the same room with the vampire, souled or not.
Giles left a while ago to check on Buffy. Angel wanted to go with him, but the librarian told him that he would have to wait and bring the remedy once it was ready. Right now he didn’t think that Mrs. Summers would be too happy to see the souled-vampire in her house.
He got up again and paced.
Meanwhile at Sunnydale High, the gang was doing all that they could to find out who it was that Buffy had overheard the threatening thought from the day before, so far all their effort had been useless.
The redhead sat down with one of her classmate from Literature class, Nancy.
“Do I often imagine classmate spying on me, or otherwise acting suspiciously?” She repeated the question back to Willow, with a frown on her face, clearly impatient for this little freaky interview to conclude as soon as possible.
She had been studying in the quad when the redhead and asked to talk to her in private. And now she was sitting here enduring the stupid questionnaires that the other girl claimed was for some study. The questions were weird and she didn’t see why she should be answering any of them.
After all she could be reading Hemlet and got ready for her next class, and this time she wasn’t going to let that Buffy Summers get all the glory. Not when she was the one that smarter.
“Yeah,” Willow confirmed, looking at the list of question in her hand.
Then she looked expectantly at the other girl, waiting for an answer.
Nancy gave her and indignant look. “Not until just now.”
Willow could only give her an apologetic smile and told her that she could go.
The rest of the gang had not gone any better.
They had been interviewing every student that had been in the cafeteria during that lunch period, and none of them seemed to fit the profiled provided by Willow. Now they were back in conference in the library, discussing their finding. They were feeling discourage, so far there was no result. Buffy was still unable to do anything other than hiding in her own room under Faith’s protection.
They didn’t exactly have all the details, only that the dark slayer was the only one that could be in close proximity with the tiny blonde. They couldn’t go see her, but they could figure out the killer and that was what they had been doing.
“He’s the only one we couldn’t find?”
“Yeah,” Oz responded to his girlfriend’s question. He was the one that went and look for the Sunnydale High newspaper editor and found nothing, the room was locked and he couldn’t find him. “Freddy Iverson
“The newspaper guy?” Cordelia looked up. “But we can’t figure out if it’s him without the worksheet, right?”
Xander held up a newspaper, showing them the editorial section of the paper, written by Freddy Iverson. “We do have this people.” He announced. “Today’s editorial titled ‘Big Game Draws Mindless Brain Dead Mob.’”
Quickly the cheerleader perked up. “Does he mention the cheerleaders? Because we were on.”
They all rolled their eyes.
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Joyce sat nursing her second cup of coffee, lost in her own thoughts while the watcher paced the living room. His movement would’ve made her dizzy or at the very least annoyed her had she not been thinking so hard and stared into space. They were still waiting for either the souled-vampire or the younger watcher to bring them the potion. Right now though, the inability to do anything was driving Giles up the wall while worried the oldest Summers.
Joyce Summers thoughts were centered around the two girls upstairs, she had resisted the urge to check on them again, for the umpteenth times since she got out of bed earlier this morning. They were still sleeping, as far as she knew, seeing how Buffy couldn’t go anywhere without Faith and hopefully Faith wouldn’t just get up and leave her daughter either.
Somehow, she didn’t think that the youngest slayer would ever do that.
She knew her daughter was lucky that she had someone to share her burden with, and now that same someone was there for her when she needed most, while everyone else could do nothing but watch the pain and suffering. She wished all of this would be over soon, and things could go back to the way they were.
Giles couldn’t stop himself from pacing, he was nervous, more than nervous. He had already found out about the one other person that was in the same situation as his slayer, and that person was now and forever would be locked up in the mental institute, till the day that he died. He didn’t want that for his young charge, not for Buffy.
He couldn’t imagine what it would be like to watch Buffy slowly go insane.
Perhaps he should thanked whoever that sent Faith along to check on the blonde slayer, otherwise the tiny blonde would be in extreme pain, and perhaps had her mental break down, then it would’ve been too late.
What he saw upstairs, between the two of them…
He couldn’t put it into words. It could be the slayer connection that they shared, or something so much more. All he knew was that, he had never seen the dark slayer looked so like she did while holding her older counterpart in her arms. Never once he thought Faith could look so gentle, and without the hard exterior.
There was something there, something he wasn’t sure if he should pretend not to notice it.
For now.
Rapid knocking sound brought the two adults in the living room out of their own reveries. Joyce Summers le out out of the chair that she had been sitting and rushed to the front door with the English librarian hot at her heel. The rapid knocking turned to pounding and it didn’t stop until Joyce yanked the door open.
The first thing that greeted her was smoke, then a figure covering in black blanket. She stopped for a moment, wasn’t sure who it was that she was looking at due to the covering, and the smoke, until Giles called from behind. Giving the permission to whomever it was to come inside.
“Come in Angel.”
The souled-vampire rushed inside, glad to be out of the sun and potential to be lit on fire and doing the impression of a human torch. Dropping the coat to the floor he held up a glass bottle with the portion up for the other two to see. The blue, glowing liquid swirled around in the bottle half filled.
He had been in Wesley for most of the night ando tho the morning to see the portion being made, and waited to bring it here, he couldn’t trust the junior watcher to bring it over without doing something as stupid as dropping the bottle when a dog bark.
No he wasn’t going to let it happened.
“I got it.”
Meanwhile, the gang was still investigated all the student that were in the cafeteria the day before, when Buffy had heard of the threatening thought. Their investigation did not go very well and so far it had all been a waste of time. No one seemed to fit the profile that Willow came up with.
But there was one person that they couldn’t seem to find.
Freddy Iverson.
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The commotion down stairs woke up the dark slayer. Her eyes slowly adjusting to the dim light in the room. For a moment she couldn’t remember where she was and why there was weight on top of her, she felt panic rising up, her dark eyes swept around the room, trying to get her bearing while figuring out who it was that clung to her so tightly. Then what her eyes saw registered in her brain and she realized that she was in Buffy’s room.
And the soft weight on top of her was the tiny blonde, the owner of the room herself.
Faith relaxed, the claustrophobic feeling subsided.
She couldn’t remember ever sleep with anyone before. Never really spent the night with anyone, sure she had picked up people, had her way with them, but she never let any of them stayed beyond that, she threw them out on their asses as soon as she’s done with them, no one stuck around. And she never wanted anyone to.
It was a strange feeling, to be trapped down with a tiny girl, a girl who looked so fragile, but so strong in reality, so innocent, despite their experiences and ally hay had to do night after night. Just because they were saving the innocents it didn’t meant that they would stay innocent.
Certainly wasn’t the case with Faith.
In reality, Faith didn’t remember ever being an innocent.
Not even when she was supposed to be. Long before any child had to know that there was a big bad world out there and everyone was out to get you, long before any parents would ever let their children facing anything bad, learned about all the horrible things, that the monster in the closet was real. Long before any child learned that sometimes it wasn’t the monster that they needed to fear, that people were what they should fear more than anything else, Faith had been jaded, had seen more than her share, done more than her share.
But looking at Buffy, to see the tiny blonde’s smile, to see that bright green eyes looking at her, and on the rare occasions that they got to spend time together, Faith felt like an innocent, knowing it was just an illusion. But she loved her for making her feel that way all the same.
Actually, Faith would’ve loved the tiny blonde regardless.
Looking down as soon as she felt the tiny body shift, she noticed for the first time that they were holding hand. Or rather Faith was doing the holding, feeling the tiny fist within her grasp; the blonde hair covered her neck and part of her upper chest the fuzzy stuffed pig pressing into her while being caught in between the two bodies. Soft breathing caressed her neck and ear; Faith closed her eyes, feeling happy.
Feeling like she’s finally come home.
Her feeling happiness did not last long when she let her mind roam. The past night had been, well, nice. The older slayer was snuggling up to her, clinging to her, but then why wouldn’t she, when Faith was her only relief, Mrn Sn Summers had been incredibly nice to her, too. But it was all more than just a possibility that when it’s all said and done, she would be right back to where she started.
When Buffy didn’t need her anymore.
She stopped her melancholy thought when the body on top of hers shifted again, the tiny fist in her hand open and grabbed hers, fingers curled around her hand tight. The dark slayer looked down at her lighter counterpart, and saw a tiny scrawl.
Faith wrapped her arms around the tiny blonde tighter, closing her eyes. If it was to be the only time that she would ever get to do this, she was going to savor it especially now that Buffy was still asleep, so she could remember every little details for when the reality kicked in and she was back to being the one that was on the outside looking in.
Then the brunette slayer closed her eyes and let herself fall back into oblivion.
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Quickly, all three of them rushed up the stairs with the equipments that Angel brought with him and the potion. The two adults and one souled-vampire came to a stop in front of the slayer’s bedroom. Angel’s sensitive hearing picked up two hearts beating and he was surprised. They had told him that Buffy couldn’t be near people, that she picked up all the thoughts from people around her.
He knew she couldn’t pick up his thoughts, because it would cast no reflection, like his face in the mirror.
Then he remembered Giles mentioning something about the other slayer, Faith, being able to shield her from thoughts.
But he didn’t think that Faith would be here, still.
They all quietly entered the room, the watcher the the burner and went to set it up on Buffy’s desk, the potion needed to be at certain temperature before they could feed it to her. He paid no mind to the other two while he set up the burner and lit it up.
Angel turned his eyes toward the bed, where the two girls were still asleep. He couldn’t help but staring at them both. He didn’t know what to make of the position that they were currently in. Buffy was wrapped up firmly in the other slayer’s arms, while clutching to her pink fluffy stuffed pig with one hand, the same hand that Faith was holding.
He could barely see her face, for she tucked her head under the taller girl’s chin, into the crook of her neck, golden blonde hair covered the other girl’s chest.
And the other slayer, the younger one, Faith’s face was turning toward the tiny blonde, her dark hair swept away from her face. From where he was, she looked as if her lips were pressing against the older girl’s head, kissing her. He felt a spark of jealousy; he slowly, unconsciously walked toward the bed, wanting to put some space between them.
The sound of Joyce’s voice stopped him dead in his track.
“Do you think that they are all right?” She said worriedly, turning to face Giles “they hadn’t even woken up yet, and Buffy’s always been such a light sleeper.” She went over to them, but made no move to physically touch them, though it was clear from the way she stood that she wanted to.
“I suspect that they are quite exhausted, especially Buffy, seeing the magnitude of the ordeal she was in.” The English librarian replied quietly while lighting up the burner and set the potion on the red flame.
He straightened as soon as he was satisfied with the heat, then turned back toward her. “It’ll be ready in a few moments.”
Angel looked back and fort between the two, wondering if they saw what he was seeing. And why were they not concerned at the way the two young girls intertwined with each other. It was much too intimate for any of them to be comfortable with.
He certainly wasn’t.
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‘What is it?’
She frowned slightly, they were sitting on the green grass, the whirlwind of dark voices, shouting and blank faces was still going on just outside their barrier, they were alone as far as she could see, but she had a feeling like someone had just intruded upon them.
Another familiar present, but it was nothing more than blank shell, she couldn’t really hear anything from this – whoever it was – person, only that she knew someone was getting in a little too close.
And she didn’t like it.
‘Felt like someone''s watching.’ Shuddering. ‘I don’t like it.’ She pouted.
The dark haired girl smiled and told her not to worry about anything. ‘No one can hurt you.’ She said firmly. R won won’t let them.’
‘I know.’ She smiled at her companion.
Her eye strayed over to the dark corner, wondering what it was and why was it that the other girl would not tell her.
She felt a solid touch.
Then a pull.
And it all faded.
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The presence of people in the room woke up the dark slayer.
Murmured conversation roused her from her sleep, and again she felt a slight panic rising up within her, until she came to realization where she was and who was in her arms only then that she relaxed. Very carefully she tried not to make a move that would wake the previous bundle in her arm, so very careful not to wake the tiny blonde that was almost completely curled on top of her.
Her dark eyes open and swept the room quickly.
Once.
Twice.
Faith took the surrounding in, noting that Mrs. Summers was standing by the bed, while the souled-vampire stood by the dresser, looking intently in her way. Giles was setting something to boil. For a moment the dark slayer tried to decide if she wanted to let them know that she was now awake.
Joyce Summers looked tired; the older Summers woman looked as if she did not sleep at all, there were dark circles under her eyes, she was talking to the English librarian quietly, Faith could’ve listening in to the conversation, but she didn’t want to, her hearing was tuned to the breathing and the soft thumping of the heart from her older counterpart.
Like every other time that she was near the blonde girl, there was that sensation that she couldn’t describe in her chest, and the tingle running up and rown own her spine, it was pleasant. Then she saw that Angel had noticed her state of wakefulness and Faith shifted slightly, with the intention of announcing herself to the group.
But then, she felt movement in her arms.
And Faith held as still as possible.
With a sigh, Buffy slowly open her eyes, the buzzing noises in her head was still there, but not as loud, it hadn’t been loud enough to drive her slowly insane ever since Faith arrived earlier previous night, and not for the first time, the tiny blonde was grateful.
Nuzzling gently at the area of skin that her face was buried in, the tiny blonde curled up, still unaware of her surrounding. Until someone called her name.
“Buffy?”

Almost immediately the blonde slayer rolled off of her dark counterpart and sat up, looking at the person that called her name. “Angel?”
The souled vampire rushed over to where the tiny girl was, but he stopped as soon as the other occupant of the bed’s eyes open fully and stared at him. He had a feeling that she would sooner stake him before she would ever let him close enough to touch either of them. So, he forced himself to stop and approach as slowly as possible.
Before he got to where he wanted to go, however, someone else beat him to it.
“Oh, honey,” Mrs. Summers kneeled by the bed, looking at her own daughter, it was cleared that she wanted to touch her, but afraid to. “How are you feeling?” The question was directed to both girls.
“I’m OK, mom.”
Joyce Summers had been watching them, she had thought that she saw Faith’s eyes open, but then when the young brunette did not move, she assumed that she was just seeing things, that she wanted one or both of them to wake up so she could ask how they were feeling, and that they did not somehow slip into coma while they were sleeping.
Giles was still fussing with the potion on the burner, in part due to the fact that he felt like he should left them alone, and the other was that he had spent the entire morning with the mother of his young charge waiting, the very same woman that he had his slip of maturity with while under the influence of magically enchanted candy bars. He felt awkward, and felt like he should maybe talk about it with her and at the same time he did not want to, and also knew that she did not want to discuss it in length like they should.
It was easy to forget about all of it when Buffy was in dire position.
Stealing glances as the mother and daughter spoke quietly, he could see that Angel wanted to be the one to save the slayer that he was in love with, the frustration in his face was easy enough to read, while his other charge was doing her best to blend into the furniture.
Faith looked a little flushed, but said nothing. She was leaning against the headboard, her long dark hair mused with sleep, dark eyes half close, but it was cleared that she was watching the older girl closely, while Buffy sat almost on her lap and leaned back against her, seemingly not realize what she was doing or what position she was in.
“The potion is ready.” Finally he announced to the room.
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The dark slayer moved to get up when the English librarian came over with the bottle filled with blue, glowing liquid. She had secretly wished that this newfound closeness between them would never end, but here it was. On one hand she was glad that the other slayer would not have to endure this ordeal anymore, and on the other… well, she wished that it would not work.
Just some selfish wishful thinking, and Faith decided that she entitled to one if the sum of her life was to be nothing.
Slowly, as if not to let anyone notice that she was about to get up and walked out as soon as the tiny blonde got her cure and the love of her life was there to console her now, and her watcher and her mother.
One big happy family.
One big happy family that did not include her.
Before she could slip out from under the blonde a hand came and took hold of hers. Buffy had noticed. Big green eyes turned to look at her, pleading for her to stay where she was, and she could tell, the older slayer was afraid.
“It’ll be all right, B.”
‘It’ll be ok, I promise.’ The words her her dream. ‘I’ll keep you safe.’
Blinking, Buffy recalled bits and pieces from her dreams, a park, a little girl. Faith…
“You’ll keep me safe.” She spoke, as if only to herself.
“Yup,” Faith agreed readily.
Giles cleared his throat to let them know that he was still in the room, and not just he wasn’t the only one. Angel was still there, looking all of the world like he’d been hit over the head and had a holy water pour on him. He did not like what he was seeing in front of him at all. The two slayers looked much too intimate for him to be comfortable with, but he couldn’t say anything.
The tiny blonde turned toward them, her hand still held Faith’s tightly, so tight that the younger slayer thought she might be bruised by the time she got her hand back. But it would be all worth it, and she resisted the urge to do a little happy dance, especially when she saw the look of displeasured from the vampire, and the approving look from Mrs. Summers.
The first was to be expected after all she was in his territory, the second one was not, but she was happy to see nonetheless.
The English librarian came closer to the pair, ignoring a hand that reached out in offering to take the potion, the hand that belonged to Angel, instead he brought it across the span of the room, as he came closer to them, he noticed that his young charge recoiled slightly at his proximity. And he stopped.
Faith noticed this and took the potion from him, understood what Buffy was feeling. The tiny blonde was afraid that if he came to close she might pick up something she did not want to know about him, despite the connection and the protection from her dark counterpart, she still can hear the buzzing in her head, only that it was like a distance whispering, but if Giles touched her, she wasn’t sure she could handle it.
Meanwhile, she could feel a slight anxiety from Faith, but mostly it was protective feeling, and sadness.
Then a bottle was held in front of her, the tiny blonde took it in her small hands and took a drink.
Coughing, and sputtering, Buffy handed the bottle back to the younger slayer, making a face as she did.
“Are you ok, honey?” Joyce stepped forward, worried. Angel was right behind her, though he stopped himself from making any comment at all.
Making gagging sound in her throat, indicating that she did not like the taste.
“You have to drink this Buffy.” Giles spoke up. “And you didn’t expect it to taste like candy, did you?”
The blonde slayer shot him a glare but drank down the rest with some coaxing from Faith.
-----------------------------------------------------------Willow recalled that her best friend did not elaborate what she was about to say the other morning when Giles had interrupted them, she wanted to ask what did the blonde realized about the love of her life, but she couldn’t find the opening, besides, the moment was long lost, she didn’t think that Buffy would’ve talked about it now, and she might even forget all about it, already.
The tiny blonde was, after all, very excited about her sister slayer moving in.
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Humming lightly to herself, Buffy was excited, and she couldn’t wait till she could show her younger counterpart the room. They got the entire room painted and furniture into place in no time flat. She had called and let Giles know that she was coming over and to keep Faith there until the blonde could pick her up.
Not that she didn’t trust the brunette to be able to go anywhere without supervision, because she knew that Faith could certainly take care of herself. After all, she had been doing that for who knew how long. The thought nearly dampen the good, cheery mood she had put herself in after some bonding time with the Scoobs, especially, Willow.
But then the sigh that she heard through the phone made her smile. He informed her that she needed to hurry it up, or someone was going to lose it. He had hinted, none too subtly that the younger slayer had been unusually fidgety and the nervous ball of energy that she was, he couldn’t keep up with her.
The tiny blonde knew what he meant.
To keep Giles with Faith for too long an amount of time together when the younger girl was like that without a break from each other that the Scooby usually provided it was a time bomb ticking away. The two would drive each other crazy, and she knew for a fact that Wesley had escaped out of the line of fire a long time ago.
Something he had decided to do, very quickly, after Faith threatened to take his handkerchief and his glasses away if he said another word.
Speeding up her pace, Buffy was short of breaking into a run so that she could get to Sunnydale high library sooner. She couldn’t wait to the expression on Faith’se. Te. The tiny blonde didn’t even bother to change out of the paint smudged coverall.
As soon as the last of the furniture being pushed/dragged into its place and everything got cleaned out, the tiny blonde quickly left the house in a hurry. Her mother would’ve offered to drive her, but an emergency at the gallery had pulled her away. Before the oldest Summers left the house, she made sure to tell her daughter that all the windows needed to be open to air out the smell of the paint, which Buffy almost ot tot to do.
A smile on her face got wider as she saw the familiar building of the high school.
And she broke into a run.
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Left.
Right.
Jab.
Hook.
Giles backed up slightly as his youngest charge advanced on him slowly, focusing solely on the focus mitts that he held out in front of him. He had already lost the feeling in both of his hands after about ten minutes, and he would have to come up with shinghing, and quickly.
The brunette was bored, he could tell. The dark brown eyes were staring at the pads in front of her, but he didn’t think that she was really looking at them. She seemed to have occupied herself with other thoughts while her body continued to move on autopilot, like the well oiled machine.
And he could also tell that she was anxious.
Buffy had told him before she asked the younger girl to move in with her and her mother, he thought it was an excellent idea, and felt a bit guilty that he didn’t think of it sooner. After all he also knew how Faith had to live, though he had never visited the motel in person and actually see how she was living, he knew Buffy had been there, probably very early on when the younger slayer had just arrived.
But then, he didn’t remember the tiny blonde ever saying anything about it.
Buffy had been preoccupied with a lot of things lately. He knew that at first she didn’t adjust well with having another slayer in town, a girl so different and so much more matured than her actual age, a girl that seemed so strong. The tiny blonde was intimidated by the younger girl. Then they seemed to get along well after the situation with Kakistos – the reason Faith was in Sunnydale in the first place -- cleared up.
Now it seemed the recent psychic experience had brought them closer together—he was afraid to considered how close-- which was a good thing, especially now that it seemed something big was coming.
A particularly hard blow startled him out of his reverie, and Giles winced slightly at the sting.
“All right, I think it is enough for now.” He announced before the brunette could start another set. “How about a little shadowboxing?” It wasn’t really a question; it was more of a suggestion and a little bit of a plea.
Faith blinked and gave him a nod. She had been focusing so much on the rhythm of the punches and jabs it didn’t occur to her that the middle age man that was Buffy’s watcher couldn’t really keep up with her preternatural strength and stamina.
She was nervous, actually more than nervous, she was terrified.
Buffy had asked that she stayed at the library and train while they got the room cleaned up. Faith had wanted to help, after all, it was going
to be her room and she was perfectly capable of cleaning and moving things around, if there were that much stuff that needed to be moved down to the basement. Buffy had declined, telling her that she wanted to do it, it was a surprise.
The dark slayer wasn’t swhatwhat the tiny blonde meant by surprise.
It was a big enough surprise that they asked her to move in with them in the first plac/p>r/p>
He eyes strayed over to the clock above the entrance of the library, and then she took a deep breath.
It’d be a while yet, the dark slayer concluded and waited until Giles stepped out of her range. As soon as she decided that he was out of her way she closed her eyes, imagining the opponents from all sides and let out series of punches and kicks to defeat the enemies in her imagination.
A ringing sound entered her ear, but not really heard. She vag awa aware of the English librarian movements, but it didn’t interrupt her from her activity.
Sending out a particularly powerful kick, she could see – in her head- the faceless vamp being sent careening back into the bookshelves as she spun around into a spinning hook kick, sending another faceless shadow into the ground.
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The tiny blonde pushed the door to the library open in one move, the door swung open, slamming into the wall, making enough noise to warn anyone in the building of her arrival.
All activities in the library stopped, two heads turned and two sets of eye watched the blonde slayer’s loud entrance.
“Oh, hello, Buffy.” Giles quickly came around the counter to greet his oldest slayer, noting the smudged cheeks and stained coverall she was wearing. It seemed that she had done exactly as he asked: coming as soon as she was finished, and not even a thought of vanity in mind.
Instead of returning the librarian greeting, the tiny blonde moved pass him and straight toward the brunette.
Grinning widely Buffy noted the sweaty brunette in her black track pants and black tank top standing in the middle of the library floor, just looking at her with something unidentifiable in her dark eyes, and there was a small smile, so small she could barely see it, but she knew it was there.
She could see the subtle changed in Faith’s expression, where from before she wouldn’t have. Before this she wouldn’t be able to tell that there was a little lift of her eyebrow, or slight shift of the corner of her mouth. She wouldn’t be able to tell the different in her expression.
Before this she wouldn’t be able to tell that at this very moment, Faith was very happy to see her.
“Hey, B.” The brunette said, dropping her hands down by her side, but not moving, waiting for the blonde to approach her.
“Hey,” Buffy went over to her, big smile on her face, lighting up the entire room. “Are you ready to go?”
Faith watched as the tiny blonde came closer, noting how the coverall fit loosely around that tiny, perfect body. The smudges looked adorable on the older slayer, her hair messily tied up into a ponytail. And the brunette wondered what her older counterpart had been doing all day.
Surely, moving a few pieces of furniture around would not take the entire day to do, and the smudges on her face and her clothes… they looked like paint.
Before the younger girl could say anything a sound of throat being cleared interrupted them. Giles was letting them know that they werenR the the only people in the library; that he was still there.
Two heads turned toward him.
“Well, now that you are here and I assumed the two of you are leaving, I think I will get going now.” Giles stated.
He remembered how the two looked a few days earlier, when he finished up the concoction for Buffy and how the girl looked like she was about to refuse the second taste, even though she needed to, he knew she was going to fuss about it except Faith had coaxed her into drink the whole thing. Remembered how comfortable they looked together, and Buffy didn’t even try to move away while they waiting for the potion to work.
Then afterward, how reluctant the tiny blonde wn len leaving her dark counterpart.
He wondered if either of them noticed.
He wouldn’t say anything, though. No, he would never, it would’ve been too embarrassing to even try to put into word in his head let alone actually say it out loud. That would just be too much for his British sensibility.
Buffy grinned sheepishly at her watcher, she had completely ignored him, so intent on Faith she was, she didn’t even say hi to him. “Oh, hi Giles,” she mumbled, cheeks flushed slightly with embarrassment.
Giles took in the guilty look on his charge’s face, well one of them anyway, and grinned slightly, then composed himself.
“We’ll be going now.” The tiny blonde said quickly, taking the brunette’s hand into hers and dragged her away.
Faith looked startled at the feel of her hand being wrapped in a smaller, softer hand, for a moment her instinct was telling her to pull away, but she stopped herself. Then allowed herself to be pulled out the door, the tiny blonde stopped only long enough to grab the bag that was sitting by the counter.
“Later G-man.” The dark slayer tossed over her shoulder as she was pulled through the double door.
“Bye Giles.” Then Buffy’s cheery voice floated through after the door swung back.
Within minutes, the two cleared out the library as if they were never there.
Leaving the librarian stared after them.
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Taking one last look around the room, Faith picked up the duffle bag that she had just finished packing. The duffle felt light in her hand, even when she packed everything that she owned from before and after she got to Sunnydale. She had been on the run when she left Boston, escaping Kakistos with her life and whatever she could grab at the time, though she didn’t own much even before that. Her time in SunnyD did not change that fact.
Her entire life was fit into this one small bag.
g thg the bag over her shoulder she could feel the tiny blonde entering the room behind her. The slayer sense that was the connection between them never failed to tell her where her older counterpart was, the connection that brought them closer together.
Faith wondered, not for the first time in the past few days, if Buffy’s bout with the unwanted psychic ability did not happen would they ever get this far. Or would Buffy just regard her as a partner in slaying, and only a partner in slaying. Just someone that help with the burden and nothing more.
I suppose, it didn’t matter now. The dark slayer thought to herself. This is more than I thought we would ever get anyhow. Don’t even know how the hell I got here in the first place.
“Did you get everything?” The blonde slayer asked from the entrance of the room. Waiting.
“Yeah,” Faith turned to look at her and showed the older girl her duffle.
“That’s it?” Buffy asked in disbelief. Even when she ran away to L.A. and stayed there for a summer with small portion of her clothing, she still had more than what Faith was showing her now. The bag looked empty.
“Yup, that’s it, the life of Faith, fit nicely in one bag.” The brunette laughed humorlessly.
Buffy just looked sad.
The blonde had been paying the younger slayer’s bill when she told Faith to just go ahead and pack up. She vaguely heard the brunette mumbled something about not having much to pack, but she didn’t think it would be this little. And once again, she wondered how the girl had done it, all by herself.
“B?” Faith walked up beside her, putting a hand on her shoulder.
To her surprise, Buffy spun around and threw both her arms around her neck, hugging her tightly.
Blinking with confusing, the younger girl dropped her bag onto the floor and patted the blonde’s back awkwardly, not really knowing what was the cause of the hug. “Um… B? Are you all right?”
The older slayer squeezed her younger counterpart tightly for a moment and then she let go. “Yeah,” she smiled. “Come on, let’s go.”
Nodding, Faith picked up her bag and followed the older girl out.
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She couldn’t believe how happy the younger girl looked when she practically dragged her upstairs into the room that had been cleaned and painted waiting for her. Once they arrived to find that the house was empty, and Joyce Summers was still at work, Buffy wasted no time showing Faith
the room that she been spending the day fixing up for Faith’s arrival.
Faith had looked like any other teenage girl should when getting pleasant. Her dark eyes lit up at the word ‘surprise’ as Buffy pushed open the door to the freshly painted room, her smile so wide that the blonde could see the dimples on both her cheeks.
It was –if anyone bothered to ask her-- the most beautiful sight Buffy Anne Summers had ever seen.
It wasn’t a smirk, like she normally saw on the younger girl’s face, this was a smile. The kind that light up the entire room.
And Buffy felt something stirred deep inside her chest.
The same feeling when she was still asleep, being protected from the psychic assaults in her dreams by a familiar girl that she now knew was Faith. When she thought she was going to have to be locked away for the rest of her life and the voices in her head so loud she couldn’t tell where they stop and her own begin. When she felt that strong, protective touch enveloped her.
When Faith held her tight, being her shield.
After the two Summers’ women asked Faith to move in, the brunette was stunned, to say the least. She was speechless for the entire minute before accepting. The tiny blonde leaped across the table and hugged the younger girl as soon as Faith agreed. The oldest Summers simply sat where she was, smiling.
Faith sat there with stunned amusement as she watched the older slayer launched into planning, babbling the entire dinner time away. Her expression was mirrored by Joyce, whom enjoying her only daughter’s cheerful talk, thinking of how long it had been that she had seen Buffy like this.
The last time Buffy looked this happy was when they were still in LA and according to her daughter, was before she became a slayer.
She smiled at the young brunette when their eyes met.
And Buffy just babbled away, until the dinner was over and time for them to patrol.
“Did you do this while I was at the library?” The younger slayer gestured around the room.
The entire room still smell of paint, though that was rapidly fading away due to all the windows that were opening and the circulation in the room that the gentle breeze was creating.
“Yup,” Buffy nodded quickly. “Figured it needs a bit of paint and me and Xander dragged up the dresser for you.”
“Thanks, B.” Faith went and dropped the bag in front of the closet door and sat on the bed. She gestured for the blonde to sit with her. “You didn’t have to, you know. The old color would’ve been fine.”
The blonde blushed. “I wanted to surprise you.”
The soft mattress gave a little as the light blonde sank onto it. “You like your room, though, right?”
Faith saw thaxiouxious look on her sister slayer’s face and felt warm by it, it told her what she didn’t really know before, Buffy cared, a lot, and awkwardly reached out with one arm and wrapped it around the blonde. “Yeah, thanks.”
“You’re welcome.” Buffy grinned, returning the hug, making it last.
Faith still couldn’t beliet. Tt. To be here, in Summers’ house, room next to Buffy. She wasn’t some unwanted guest that they couldn’t get rid of, but someone that was welcomed into the house, asked to stay. She don’t remember ever being asked to stay anywhere before.
She was just in awe of everything.
And the room… cleaned from top to bottom and freshly painted, by Buffy, the gang even helped getting it ready for her.
If this was a dream, she never wanted to wake up to see the real world, ever again.
Sound of door closing alerted themJoycJoyce arrival and both jumped up. Faith felt her hand being grabbed onto and she was dragged out the door. The blonde was yelling at the top of her lungs, calling her mother.
“Mom!”
As they raced down the stairs to find Joyce Summers stood at the front d with grocery bags in her hands.
“Hi girls.” Joyce smiled as she watched her only daughter bounced down the steps with the brunette following closely behind, their hands linked.
“Hi Mrs. S.” Faith said shyly.
“Did you like your room?” Joyce asked Faith, closing the door behind her and made her way into the kitchen with the two slayers following behind her.
“Yes, thank you so much, for… everything.”
“You’re welcome, honey,” Joyce smiled at the look on the brunette’s face, Faith looked so young, so bewildered by all of this. She placed the bags down on the island and then reaching over, the older Summers embraced the youngest girl in the room with a motherly hug. “It’s your home now.”
Faith felt a soft kiss on the top of her head and she returned the hug, she felt it before the tiny blonde even move, and another pair of arms came around her, another kiss to her cheek.
Home.
End
And when the day arrives
I''ll become the sky
And I''ll become the sea
And the sea will come to kiss me
For I am going
Home
Nothing can stop me now
[ La Mer | NIN ]
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