I don't remember much from that night, only the pain of being torn, both physically and emotionally. I suppose I should give you the details, I won't bore you with all of them, just the ones I remember and the ones I was told when I woke up.
The night was pitch, the air cold, demons surrounded us, her back was pressed, warm, against mine. Ever since we met, I had been acutely aware of my blonde partner, it was only after we were honest about our feelings, did Buffy feel the extra sense between us. Some how we had gotten separated and as I fought off a demon, I saw its master heading for Buffy, sword in hand. His intent was to mow down my blonde heroine. Before thought could really be, well, thought about, I was running toward her. The instant my body hit hers, the blade hit mine, the pain was searing but, the only thing I could think about was the fact that Buffy was safe.
It was pretty much a blur from then on, I vaguely realized that I had nearly been severed, the gaping wound had split my back from the tip of my right shoulder, to the base of my left hip. My spinal cord had been severed, or so I was told, all I can remember after that was the heart breaking scream that issued from my loves mouth. I was told that she killed the master and mowed down his forces with his own sword. In the recesses of my mind, I can see her crying over my mangled body but, its more of a dream like memory than anything. And yes, if you're wondering, I died but, seeing as I'm a slayer and I have some friends in high places.
After the initial funeral and that sort of thing, I was taken to a monastery, somewhere in Europe, I've been here a year and I still don't know where the hell I am. Anyway, they did there little thing and here I am, the only reminders of that day is my shit memory and the scar running down my back. The memories, I can handle, the scar, thats what gives me trouble. See, it tends to hurt, when I'm stressed or when I over work myself or even when I get really pissed off, it burns like someone it pressing a hot iron to it. On most days, I can ignore the pain and work through it, I had been training since I was awakened. My goal, to get back to Sunnydale and find Buffy, even if it was only to see her with someone else, it would calm the storm that was my thoughts, I remembered every touch, every kiss, every sound, taste, everything about her and it killed me not to be with her.
I moved through my training routine, ignoring the pain in my back as sweat poured down my face. My work had gone so far since the first week here, I might as well have been a child learning how to walk. I got my ass handed to me a lot the first few months, it was only after about six that I started kicking some ass myself. I paused for a moment to get a drink and stretch my shoulder out, the pain was starting to die down a bit as I walked out of the gym. I sighed as I turned the corner, heading to my room. I was nearly to the door when the familiar tingle on awareness moved through my body, it was like a thrumming pulse was coming from my bedroom.
"Buffy" I whispered as I opened the door, my heart nearly stopped when I saw her, it was like an angel was sitting on my bed.
"Faith" She spoke softly as she stood up, my eyes never left hers as she moved toward me. "I didn't think it could be true but..here you are" She murmured as her arms moved around me.
I always felt warm when I was in contact with her, not like an uncomfortable summer day hot, more like the warmth you get when you drink something hot. It just moves from your chest to the rest of your body. I sighed softly as I moved my arms around her and held her close, she smelled the same, felt the same, surely this had to be a dream.
"Please tell me this is real." I whispered as I buried my face in her hair. Even if it was a dream, I wanted to savor this feeling for as long as I could. I felt her nuzzle my chest as she hugged me tighter.
"Of course it's real, I'm here..I'm here" I had to strain to hear her but, still, I heard her and it made my heart skip. She was here for me, I finally got to hold her again. It took all I had not to melt as she moved, just slightly, to place a soft kiss on my neck. "I missed you, so much" She murmured, her breath hot against my skin.
I swallowed hard and traced shapes on her lower back, incising small sounds from her. I chuckled lightly, my face red "I missed you too, I'm so glad you're here." I pulled away, just enough to see her face and smiled. Her beautiful eyes still sparkled when she grinned "Do you still love me" I winked and watched her blush.
"Of course I do, why else would I have tracked you down" She smirked before placing a kiss on my lips. Even this small gesture sent us both down down a hot and twisted path, as our mouths moved together, almost as if we had never been apart.
By the time we broke apart, we were both red faced and out of breath. It was amazing what we could do to each other. I felt a strange sense of wonder as she smiled shyly at me, it was like we were back to the first time we kissed. "You need to pack" She said after a while and I tilted my head.
"The plane is waiting for us" She spoke as she smiled again. My eyes went wide as I smiled, I was going home. She helped me pack and soon, what little I owned, was in my bag and we were boarding a plane.
"We're going home." I whispered as I looked out the window. She just smiled and took my hand, her head on my shoulder and watched as we took off into the sky.
Not sure if I'm going to continue it, tell me what you think!
