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Title: Silent Voices
Pairing: Buffy/Faith
Rating: NC17 (but later, sorry folks)
Summary: Buffy has kept her crush on Faith a secret for fear of how the other
girl would react. Now something has happened and she might lost her chance to
tell her forever.
Title – Silent Voices
BtVS Season 3, but Angel hasn’t returned
Pairing: Faith/Buffy
Rating: NC17 for later chapters
Disclaimer: I own nothing! Nothing!
Summary: Buffy has kept silent about her feelings for Faith, but something
happens -- has she left it too late?
Dedicated to Queen Zulu, and Dylan who are my inspiration (as well as major
sucking up for more updates :p)
Chapter 1
It was midnight, and the young couple was taking a leisurely stroll through the
trees. A nice, leisurely stroll through a cemetery…looking for vampires…with a
person she had a mystical connection with because she died.
Buffy sighed.
Who was she kidding? She couldn’t keep the image of normality in her mind for
more than a few seconds – especially when it wasn’t exactly normal to be
crushing over the very sexy brunette beside her. There was just something about
Faith that sent her stomach tumbling over itself and made her brain freeze –
and very hot elsewhere. From the moment Buffy had seen Faith on the dance floor
of the Bronze to finding out Faith was a Slayer, Buffy had fallen – and fallen
hard. As the blonde girl got to know her counterpart better, she just kept
falling. Everything about the dark girl attracted Buffy – from the way
pretended to ignore Giles, to how she was so enthusiastic about sng. ng.
But at the same time Faith scared her. A lot.
Not that crushing after another girl was strange to Buffy (though it was only
one other girl – and she waslve lve at the time). Faith was all about ‘get
some, get gone’ and even though Buffy was -- she admitted reluctantly to
herself – inexperienced, she wanted Faith more than anything. Ever. It made
what she felt for Angel seem-like a passing schoolgirl crush.
However, no matter how close Buffy came to confessing her feelings to Faith –
regardless of the consequences – she could never go through with it.
Losing Angel had nearly destroyed Buffy – she didn’t think she would survive
losing Faith and their friendship. So she pushed her feelings down and kept
telling herself that having Faith as a friend was better than nothing. And she
tried to ignore that little voice in her head that told her that she would
always have nothing if she didn’t give it a shot.
Faith heard her sister slayer’s sigh and looked curiously at the other girl.
She kept her face indifferent even though she was worried.
“What’s up, B?”
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A myriad of emotions crossed the small slayer’s face before a look of
resignation and sadness settled in. But before Faith could say anything, it was
gone and Buffy was grinning at her and telling her it was nothing. Faith fought
the frown that was trying to form, wondering if she had just imagined that
look. Buffy certainly didn’t look depressed now; slightly skipping and
chattering away about school, and Giles’ idea of training.
Distracted as they were by their thoughts, they didn’t notice the demons until
they were surrounded.
Cutting out the banter stage, the demons attacked. Buffy and Faith fought in
unison, keeping the demons back and even managing to kill a few of them. Buffy
frowned as she knocked yet another demon back.
Why do they keep attacking and backing off? They’re not doing any damage – all
we keep doing is moving back and…
A look of horror crossed Buffy’s face and she looked back to see the newly dug
hole – a very deep hole. They weren’t trying to kill them…the demons were
herding them! Before Buffy could scream out a warning to Faith, Buffy’s
opponent took advantage of the Slayer’s lapse in concentration and slashed at her
with its razor sharp claws. Instinctively, Buffy backed away to avoid the slash
only to hesitate as she balanced precariously at the edge of hole. Buffy
screamed as she felt the claws tear at the tender skin of her throat. The pain
caused her to lose her fragile balance and she fell.
Distracted by her sister slayer’s scream, the demon Faith was fighting pushed
her towards the hole. Not realizing it was there, Faith was surprised when she
didn’t hit the ground when she expected to – and wasn’t prepared when she did.
Buffy heard the thud as Faith’s body hit the ground and Faith’s groan. Groping
through the near total darkness, she found Faith unconscious. Without any
light, she used to hands to check for wounds, and a sob broke from her throat
as she felt the familiar sensation of the thick fluid that clung to her hands.
Buffy looked up to see the demons covering the hole. She tried to climb the
sides of the hole, but the loose dirt couldn’t support her weight. She growled
her frustration and winced at the pain. Adrenaline had kept her from really
feeling the pain, but now Buffy was again aware of how badly she was cut. She
ripped a strip of cloth from her shirt and tied it around her neck – hoping it
would stop the bleeding long enough for her to get Faith out of there.
The older Slayer’s eyes brightened as she remembered the cell phone her mom has
insisted on buying her. She reached into her pocket and breathing a sigh of
relief, dialled Giles’ number.
“Hello?”
“Giles?” was what Buffy tried to say but the pain in her throat caused the word
to get lost.
“Buffy, is that you? What’s wrong?”
Tears in her eyes, Buffy forced the words from her throat.
“Giles? Need help,” she whispered.
“Buffy, where are you?”
“Restfield cemetery.”
“I’ll be there right away,” Giles said in a rush and the phone line clicked.
Buffy sagged against the dirt wall of her prison, trying to remain conscious as
the pain and blood-loss began to make her dizzy.
It was the sound of Giles’ voice that brought Buffy out of her stupor and she
looked up eagerly hoping to see her Watcher. To her disappointment, the hole
was still covered.
Covered.
Buffy’s jaw dropped as she realized what Giles’ was yelling for. The demons
covered the hole and must have disguised it – he couldn’t find them. Buffy
looked at where the still form of her counterpart laid, and the Slayer’s eyes
hardened. If she could hear Giles’ voice, he must be close.
“Giles!” Buffy attempted to yell, and nearly collapsed from the pain. Her throat
throbbed, feeling as if it was being ripped from the inside out. But Buffy
continued to yell her Watcher’s name over and over again, until she wasn’t even
aware she was still doing it, completely lost in the pain.
After what might have been only a few minutes – but it felt like an hours to
Buffy – she felt loose dirt hit her head and looked up to see the worried face
of her Watcher holding a rope ladder.
“Buffy? Can you carry Faith up?”
Buffy nodded, not even bothering to answer verbally. Silently, she apologized
to Faith and hoped she wasn’t going to make the brunette’s injuries worse. She
lifted the younger girl into a Fireman’s carry and rested against the side of
the hole as a wave of dizziness rushed through her. Shaking her head slightly,
Buffy began to climb.
Rupert Giles let out a sigh of relief as he saw his two Slayers emerge from the
whole – and then blanched as he saw the front of Faith’s shirt covered in
blood. So taken back by the sight, he failed to notice the bloodied bandage
around his first Slayer’s neck. Buffy gave no mention to her own injury,
carrying her sister-slayer to Giles’ old car as they rushed off to the
hospital.
It was only as the doctors took Faith away that Buffy allowed herself to
succumb to the darkness.
******************
Buffy opened her eyes slowly, and wished she hadn’t as the bright lights hurt
her eyes. Retreating to the darkness, Buffy took a deep breath and opened her
eyes once more and took a survey of her surroundings. She looked to her left,
and smiled as she saw the sleeping figure of Faith.
Remembering the events of last night – at least, Buffy assumed she hadn’t sleep
longer than that – the blonde Slayer raised a hand to her now properly bandaged
throat, wincing as she tugged her IV line.
The door opened and the doctor entered. He looked up, surprised to find the
blonde girl awake. He kept his voice low, to avoid waking the other occupant of
the room.
“Hello, Ms. Summers, it’s good to see you awake.”
Buffy grinned and opened to mouth to speak but stopped when the doctor raised
his hand.
“It would be best if you didn’t try to speak.” The doctor looked around
nervously. He had hoped the girl’s mother would have arrived before she woke
up, but apparently Mrs. Summers was still out of town. He thought momentarily
of waiting for Mr. Giles, as the man had been acting as the girl’s guardian in
the mother’s absence but the man had gone home for a change of clothes – and
from the look in Ms. Summers’ eyes, she wasn’t going to wait for an answer.
“Ms. Summers, you were very lucky that the cut was as shallow as it was. A few
millimetres deeper and I wouldn’t be talking to you right now. However…”
He looked down at his clipboard, reaffirming what he already knew, “it did do
severe damage to your vocal chords. Mr. Giles explained what happened, and what
you did saved your friend’s life, but by yelling you aggravating the wound even
more.”
He took a deep breath and looked the blonde girl in the eye.
“I’m sorry, you will probably will never be able to use your voice again.”
The doctor continued on, explaining in detail the damage to her vocal chords
but Buffy tuned him out. Her mind was a whirl of emotion as she tried to grasp
what was happening, and what it would mean for her. She wanted to ask the
doctor questions…then realized that she couldn’t. Seeing the lost look on
Buffy’s face, the doctor reached into his shirt pocket and pulled out a small
notepad and a pen.
Buffy reached for it slowly and looked at it for a moment before writing and
holding it out for the doctor to read.
Mom?
“We haven’t been able to contact her yet, but Mr. Giles has assured us that as
soon as she returns he would get in contact with her.
Buffy nodded, remembering that her mom was in Los Angeles buying artwork for
the gallery. She looked over at Faith and wrote some more.
Is Faith all right?
“She lost a lot of blood, but there were no internal injuries or broken bones.
She’ll be fine in a matter of days. I have to go now, but a social worker will
be by later to explain some of the changes you’re going to have to make.” With
that the doctor left and the room was silent once more.
Buffy sat in her bed and listened. For the first time, she realized just how
deafening silence could be.
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Faith blinked and groaned as recognized the white ceiling.
Great, another hospital – what the hell happened?
She remembered talking with Buffy…then being surrounding by demons…then hearing
Buffy scream…
“B!” she shouted, sitting up in bed and looking around, relaxing when she saw
the sleeping form of her counterpart facing her. Assuring herself that Buffy
was all right, Faith checked herself over. No broken bones – a nasty cut on her
side but it was healing so no worries there. Looks like they both came out
intact.
There was a soft knock at the door, and Giles entered along with a middle-aged
woman. Faith stared at her curiously, recognizing the ‘governmental’ air about
the women. Faith had been chased by social workers before, and she knew one
when she saw one. The dark Slayer was fighting the impulse to make a run for it
when Giles gently shook Buffy awake.
Faith frowned in confusion.
Buffy opened her eyes, and smiled at seeing Faith awake, but the smile faded as
she saw the women standing slightly behind her Watcher. Sitting up slowly, she
turned carefully blank eyes towards them.
“Buffy, this is Edith Samuels, and she’s from the Social Welfare Office,” Giles
said, and then stepped back to allow Edith to shake hands with the blonde
Slayer.
“Hello Buffy, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” Edith said, at the same time
signing with her hands.
Faith tugged at Giles’ sleeve and whispered harshly, “G, what the fuck is going
on?”
Seeing that Buffy was absorbed in what Edith was saying, he replied, “During
the fight Buffy received a cut to the throat, injuring her vocal chords –
permanently.” Purposely, he left out the part that Buffy had screamed for ten
minutes in order for him to find their location – the true cause of the
permanent damage to her vocal chord.
“Now, Buffy, you’re going to have to learn American Sign Language; let’s start
with the alphabet. This is an ‘a’,” she said, holding up a clenched fist with
the thumb to the side. Buffy just looked at her with a blank yet poignant
expression on her face.
“Buffy, you’re going to have to learn this in order…”
Buffy simply turned her head towards the door, which opened and Joyce rushed in
and drew her daughter into a tight hug – pulling back to check for serious
injuries, and hugging her again.
“Mrs. Summers? I’m Edith Samuels, I’ve been assigned to your daughter’s case,”
Edith said, holding out a hand. Joyce shook it hesitantly.
“I’m sorry, what case?” she asked in confusion. “All I know is that Buffy was
hurt…”
Giles cleared his throat.
“I felt it best not to give you the specifics over the phone. Buffy received a
cut to the throat…thereby damaging her vocal chords. Ms. Samuels has been
assigned to help Buffy adjust to the loss of her voice.”
Joyce looked at the other adults wide eyed, “But this is just temporary right?”
Giles just shook his head sadly.
“Mrs. Summers, you and Buffy will need to learn sign language in order for her
to communicate; though your daughter seems reluctant,” Edith said, giving Buffy
a sidelong look, who just stared vacantly back.
“Buffy, you need to learn this…” Joyce started but Buffy just closed hers,
s,
laying back down and waited for them all to leave.
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