Disclaimer: No one reads disclaimer but I don't feel like getting sued. I don't own Buffy so all you lawyers can piss off.
Warning: If homosexual thoughts /feelings /relationships /anything offends you then you shouldn't read this fic.
Prologue
Buffy:
Her eyes are dark with lust and stare straight through my soul. Suddenly she pounces on me, pushing me roughly back against a wall. I gasp to catch my breathe but her mouth instantly devours mine and her tongue invades me. I attempt to push her away but she grabs my wrists and slams them above my head and holds them there.
Suddenly her mouth is no longer on mine and I'm panting for air. Her right hand then slowly snakes its way down my arm, over my shoulder, and up my neck to cup my cheek. I look up into her eyes once again and lose my breathe. There is so much emotion showing that its too much to comprehend. I pull my gaze down from her powerful stare and find her lips. They are slightly parted and puffy and every breathe she takes sounds labored. I am mesmerized by how full they are and how soft they look.
"You want me." She whispers through those lips I stare at. Then slowly she leans forward and her luscious lips push closer to mine. I can feel my heart beating through my whole body as my breathing becomes shallow. She is only a hair away from me when she stops. I look up at her eyes again wondering why she has stopped when I feel myself plummeting down into darkness.
Ch. 1: Rude Awakening
Buffy:
I sit bolt up from where I'm lying down with my heart racing. Then I notice the white walls and white sheets and try to remember how I got here.
"Oh Buffy, are you ok?" Willow asks from somewhere.
I look left and see my best friend sitting on a chair beside me and her worry face on. "I'm fine Will." I say and smile reassuringly.
"That's good." She sighs in relief. "I'll tell Giles you're up." Willow exits the hospital room, leaving me alone.
I think now's a good time to recollect recent events. I remember Caleb and the First. Then opening the Hellmouth and activating the new slayers. The major fighting and losing Spike. Standing in front of the crater that once was Sunnydale and getting onto the bus. A while after that things start getting hazy. The door opens and Will and Giles step in.
"Good to see you awake, Buffy." Giles says as he and Will stand beside my bed.
"Good to be awake, Giles." I give another of my 1,000 watt smiles. "So could someone explain how I got here exactly?"
"Well on our way here you sort of collapsed in the bus. As soon as we arrived we rushed you and others who were injured to the hospital. You should have informed us of your injury because you lost a bit of blood. Thankfully we got here before any serious harm occurred and the doctors stitched up your wound that was already healing." Giles concluded his explanation. Since he mentioned it, I do feel a slight pain on my side and can just imagine how many stitches I have.
Took me a while to absorb all of the information, what do you expect, I suffered blood loss. "Ok so...where are we again?"
"We're in the Los Angeles Medical Treatment Facility." Willow answered.
"Oh of course, that's where we were headed and now we're here." I almost stutter out trying, but failing, to make it sound like I knew it all along. "Where's everyone else?"
"They are all safely tucked into comfy, fluffy beds in Angel's hotel, having overdue meetings with the Sandman." My best friend chimes with a goofy grin.
"Speaking of which, the doctors want to keep you overnight for observation. Will you be alright?" My watcher, or ex-watcher, whatever, asks and I cringe.
"I'll be lucky if I'm still alive after eating their wretched poison they call food. But if I must stay then I'll be fine." I hope.
"Well then, tomorrow we'll come and take you to the hotel as soon as possible. See you tomorrow Buffy, and get some rest." With that he squeezed my hand and left the room.
"I guess its past my bedtime too. See you in the morning Buff." I looked into the weary eyes of my friend and nodded.
With me alone in the room everything was so quiet. I understood the meaning of the phrase 'deafening silence' and adjusted my pillow with nothing else to do. My body was begging me to go to sleep but I was too tired, if that makes any sense. I felt totally drained, physically, mentally, emotionally. But I was relieved, I felt all weightless and worry-free. I checked the clock up on the wall; it was 10:25 pm. That's when I felt someone or something headed my way.
First it stated off like a low hum in the background but as it got closer and the feeling got more focused, I relaxed and waited for her to come in. I'm not sure how I knew it was her, I mean now there are thousands of slayers out there that all sense the same, but I guess I wasn't expecting anyone else.
She opened the door slowly and closed it softly. When she turned to me and saw that I was awake she swaggered her way to the foot of my bed. "Hey B, shouldn't you be catching some Z's or something?" Faith asks leaning over.
"Shouldn't you be somewhere else? I'm pretty sure visiting hours are over." I say jokingly. I'm glad it didn't come out as an insult, when I'm talking to Faith that happens often and I'm in no condition to start a fight.
"Yeah well it'll take more than clean-freaks in white coats to kick me out. Besides, did you ever notice how the security guards in hospitals are the tubby ones with jelly at the corner of their mouths? Seems natural thought cuz they'll eat anything, including hospital food." I can't help but laugh a little at her comment cuz I know it's true.
"So really what are you doing here?" I ask after I settle down.
"You know, I'm almost offended," she says in mock anger, "can't a girl check up on a friend when she's hurt?" I make no comment and just stare at her blankly. "Ok then, if you must know I'm taking advantage of he fact that you're bed ridden. That way you won't punch me when I apologize."
I look at her clearly in confusion. "Faith, you don't..."
She cuts me off from finishing. "Yes Buffy, I do. I need to say it." She looks at me sternly and I stay quiet, this must be important for her because she used my name. "I just want to say how sorry I am for all the shit I pulled on you way back then. Nothing justifies what I did but at the time joining the Mayor was the only option I had. And I'm sorry bout Angel, sorry bout your mom, and sorry that you had to die. All of that might never of happened if things didn't turn out the way it did. But we'll never know cuz we can't change the past." She took a break before continuing. "Buffy, I promise you that I will spend the rest of my life trying to make up for all the mistakes I've made."
She takes a deep breathe and smiles up at me, I can't help but smile back at her sincere apology. I notice that those cute dimples are showing before she looks away from me. "Yeah so, that's what I needed to say. I'll be going now, you should try and get to sleep."
I watch her step towards the door but as her hand reaches the doorknob I stop her. "Wait, Faith."
She turns her head back over her shoulder, "Yeah, B?"
"Thanks for everything, I mean it. Couldn't have done it without you."
She puts on a faint smile, "No prob, B." Then I see something flicker in her eyes just before she leaves. I don't know what it was but I swear I've seen it before. I've seen it before and its nagging at me to remember from where.
Then all at once I'm attacked by images of a dream. Faith pushing me against a wall. Her kissing me then staring through my soul.
"You want me." She whispers just before I fall into nothing. I put my hand to my chest because my heart's trying to escape. I'm panting for air.
"Calm down, Buffy. It was only a dream. Only a dream." I tell myself. I slowly recline myself back down, not realizing that I had shot up into an upright position, and try relaxing. But no matter what I do I can't help but think about the dream and that haunting look I saw on Faith.
