Title: Pen Pals
Subtitle: Huh?
Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy and gang, plus I don't own D.M. He's just a mystery writer. That I promise I'll write a disclaimer later for, just know that I don't own him.
Summary: Faith gets a letter.
Rating: PG, talks about abuse
Pairing: Faith/?
Season/Spoilers: It's AU. All that remains the same is what happens before Faith goes to LA and ends up turning herself in, she's been in for about 6 months. I made up her past, hope it's not too depressing.
Author's Note: Nothing much, '' = Letter's, * * = Thoughts.
Feedback: Please, I always enjoy a good review.
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Faith sat alone in her cell thinking about her past. * Look at who I was two years ago and compare then to now, you wouldn't recognize me. When did I lose myself? *
Faith was so lost in her thoughts she didn't hear the guard calling mail. "Faith Wilkins!" The guard yelled pulling Faith from her thoughts.
Faith got up and walked towards the shorter lady. She took the envelope and notice it wasn't like normal mail. Opening it she read.
'Dear Faith,
You don't know me and for now I'd like to keep it that way. I am writing because I heard about your unfortunate accident.'
Faith looked up from the letter and thought * Unfortunate accident? It can't possibly mean Allen Finch. It has to be something different. * Returning her eyes to the letter she continued reading.
'Now I know you're thinking "What's are you talking about?" but I'll let you decide.
So how are you? I feel strange writing to you but my professors think it'll be good to learn about other people. On the other hand I'd heard your story and had to write.
I guess I should tell you about myself. I grew up in a Northern England, but spent most of my life at schools away from my family. I'm an only child, to both my parents, though I'm sure they'd rather not have me around.'
* How sad. I know what they're talking about. The only person to ever want me was my watcher. *
'I'm going to end this now. I hope you write back. It'd be nice to learn about the "real" Faith. Hope to hear from you soon. Sincerely, D.M.'
"D.M.?" She questioned to her self. * What could it hurt? * She asked herself as she was pulling a sheet of prison paper they'd given to everyone so that they could write. Faith sat there for a minute thinking about what to write. She finally settled in and decided she wouldn't think about it. She'd just write.
'Dear D.M.,
I was surprised to receive your letter, heck I was surprised to see any letter addressed to me.
I don't know how you heard about my accident, but I hope that's not the only reason you're writing me. I'm paying greatly for it, and hope that I'll be able to find the "real" Faith as you indicated in your letter.
I should start by telling about myself before this. I grew up in a small town outside of Boston, Massachusetts. My parents separated after my sister was born, so we both grew up with an abusive father.'
Faith looked up with pain long forgotten. She looked around her 10 by 8 cell as she calmed herself. She didn't want the guards to come in here, because she'd be sent to the quiet room. Once she calmed down she returned to her letter.
'When I was 13 and able to, I began to plan our escape. I'd earn money anyway that I could. I had to drop out of school, so that I could sneak around without my father knowing. The night we were planning on running, my father caught us and he beat me almost to the point of death. I was forced to lie there listening to my sister's screams of pain. Finally I couldn't take it and I stood up and reached for the closet thing to me. You can imagine what happened next. My sister, at age 8, ended up dying a few days later, because the injuries were too great for her. I was sent to live with my mom, and life was better until she was killed in front of me. So at the age of 15 I had no family left, so I left my home and went running from state to state. Which is how I ended up in Sunnydale, California.
Hopefully I haven't scared you with my past. You're the only living person to know. Write soon. Faith'
Faith looked up after she finished her note. She didn't want who ever it was that was writing to know that much about her past. It was too painful, and she didn't know if it was a true thing. So she put the letter amongst her things and pulled another sheet out.
'Dear D.M.,
I was surprised to receive you're letter, I don't get much in the way of letters. Not after what I did, which you seem to know about. How did you hear about it?
Well jail's nice, mostly everyone leaves me alone and as long as I don't bring too much attention to myself I don't get beat up by the guards. They're not the nicest bunch of women; you'll have a long happy life if you never meet them.
I don't much know about who I really am, but before I got your letter I was thinking about what happened to me. It's been crazy living in a different place every week. Besides growing up and Sunnydale, I rarely stayed in the same place. I didn't have much in the way of family. My sister died at the hands of a man, as did my mom.
So did you say your professors were having you write to me? Why? There are some many other people you could write to, why write a chick in jail? Not that I'd want you to stop, but it just makes me wonder. Well hope that you write again soon. Thanks again for writing. Faith.'
* That's better. * She thought as she folded the letter. She looked to D.M.'s letter to find some sort of address to write too. * Hmm, that's funny. There's no return address. * When she looked back at her letter she was surprise to see it not there. Looking around she found that no one was around. * Weird. *
TBC
Should I????
Subtitle: Huh?
Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy and gang, plus I don't own D.M. He's just a mystery writer. That I promise I'll write a disclaimer later for, just know that I don't own him.
Summary: Faith gets a letter.
Rating: PG, talks about abuse
Pairing: Faith/?
Season/Spoilers: It's AU. All that remains the same is what happens before Faith goes to LA and ends up turning herself in, she's been in for about 6 months. I made up her past, hope it's not too depressing.
Author's Note: Nothing much, '' = Letter's, * * = Thoughts.
Feedback: Please, I always enjoy a good review.
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Faith sat alone in her cell thinking about her past. * Look at who I was two years ago and compare then to now, you wouldn't recognize me. When did I lose myself? *
Faith was so lost in her thoughts she didn't hear the guard calling mail. "Faith Wilkins!" The guard yelled pulling Faith from her thoughts.
Faith got up and walked towards the shorter lady. She took the envelope and notice it wasn't like normal mail. Opening it she read.
'Dear Faith,
You don't know me and for now I'd like to keep it that way. I am writing because I heard about your unfortunate accident.'
Faith looked up from the letter and thought * Unfortunate accident? It can't possibly mean Allen Finch. It has to be something different. * Returning her eyes to the letter she continued reading.
'Now I know you're thinking "What's are you talking about?" but I'll let you decide.
So how are you? I feel strange writing to you but my professors think it'll be good to learn about other people. On the other hand I'd heard your story and had to write.
I guess I should tell you about myself. I grew up in a Northern England, but spent most of my life at schools away from my family. I'm an only child, to both my parents, though I'm sure they'd rather not have me around.'
* How sad. I know what they're talking about. The only person to ever want me was my watcher. *
'I'm going to end this now. I hope you write back. It'd be nice to learn about the "real" Faith. Hope to hear from you soon. Sincerely, D.M.'
"D.M.?" She questioned to her self. * What could it hurt? * She asked herself as she was pulling a sheet of prison paper they'd given to everyone so that they could write. Faith sat there for a minute thinking about what to write. She finally settled in and decided she wouldn't think about it. She'd just write.
'Dear D.M.,
I was surprised to receive your letter, heck I was surprised to see any letter addressed to me.
I don't know how you heard about my accident, but I hope that's not the only reason you're writing me. I'm paying greatly for it, and hope that I'll be able to find the "real" Faith as you indicated in your letter.
I should start by telling about myself before this. I grew up in a small town outside of Boston, Massachusetts. My parents separated after my sister was born, so we both grew up with an abusive father.'
Faith looked up with pain long forgotten. She looked around her 10 by 8 cell as she calmed herself. She didn't want the guards to come in here, because she'd be sent to the quiet room. Once she calmed down she returned to her letter.
'When I was 13 and able to, I began to plan our escape. I'd earn money anyway that I could. I had to drop out of school, so that I could sneak around without my father knowing. The night we were planning on running, my father caught us and he beat me almost to the point of death. I was forced to lie there listening to my sister's screams of pain. Finally I couldn't take it and I stood up and reached for the closet thing to me. You can imagine what happened next. My sister, at age 8, ended up dying a few days later, because the injuries were too great for her. I was sent to live with my mom, and life was better until she was killed in front of me. So at the age of 15 I had no family left, so I left my home and went running from state to state. Which is how I ended up in Sunnydale, California.
Hopefully I haven't scared you with my past. You're the only living person to know. Write soon. Faith'
Faith looked up after she finished her note. She didn't want who ever it was that was writing to know that much about her past. It was too painful, and she didn't know if it was a true thing. So she put the letter amongst her things and pulled another sheet out.
'Dear D.M.,
I was surprised to receive you're letter, I don't get much in the way of letters. Not after what I did, which you seem to know about. How did you hear about it?
Well jail's nice, mostly everyone leaves me alone and as long as I don't bring too much attention to myself I don't get beat up by the guards. They're not the nicest bunch of women; you'll have a long happy life if you never meet them.
I don't much know about who I really am, but before I got your letter I was thinking about what happened to me. It's been crazy living in a different place every week. Besides growing up and Sunnydale, I rarely stayed in the same place. I didn't have much in the way of family. My sister died at the hands of a man, as did my mom.
So did you say your professors were having you write to me? Why? There are some many other people you could write to, why write a chick in jail? Not that I'd want you to stop, but it just makes me wonder. Well hope that you write again soon. Thanks again for writing. Faith.'
* That's better. * She thought as she folded the letter. She looked to D.M.'s letter to find some sort of address to write too. * Hmm, that's funny. There's no return address. * When she looked back at her letter she was surprise to see it not there. Looking around she found that no one was around. * Weird. *
TBC
Should I????