Toxic
Chapter 1: Lost and Found
Present Day
"I was looking for something. Anything at all. Something to believe in written on the bathroom wall. There were no answers to the questions I employed. Nothing around me to fill up that void."
She strode into the bar her eyes roaming through the crowd as if she was on a hunt. And in a way she was. The graveyards were empty tonight, not a vamp in sight, which should worry the slayer but it didn't at the moment. She was all tense and on edge from the anticipation of a good slay. She was just itching for some action now needing to blow off some steam before she popped.
She circled the bar in a predatory way, her eyes falling on a tall figure holding his pool cue casually. She smiled slightly enjoying the view as he leaned over taking his shot. She walked over to the pool table stealthily never taking her eyes off of her prey.
"Hunter……" Faith purred maneuvering between the guy in the brown leather jacket and the pool table.
"Slayer." He responded curtly looking down at the petite brunette trying hard to look stoic and unamused. "Heard you were in Cleveland. What are you doing here in Boston?"
"I could ask you the same thing but ya know there's no place like home Aunty Em."
"Aren't you supposed to be training all those young slayers?" He asked her arching his eyebrow while watching her reaction carefully.
She smirked arching back against the pool table to give the hunter a better view of her cleavage. "Yeah, well, I'm no leader. I'm the bad slayer remember, Winchester?"
Dean laughed slipping his arm around Faith pulling her roughly against him, "Oh I haven't forgotten Lehane."
Faith looked up at the older hunter and smiled, really smiled. It wasn't the smile that she plastered on her face for the Scoobies or Giles. It wasn't the, 'five by five' smile. It was the real deal. Only two people have ever seen it, Dean and B.
She didn't want to think of B right now. That's why she came back to Boston. B was gone and nothing was ever gonna change that. The potentials all looked to her, expected her to slip into B's spot just because she was the last slayer that was called before Willow's spell. That didn't make her a leader, hell she was the last one that should be leading them. No, she knew she wasn't what they needed. Besides, Faith was never one for crowds when she hunted, that was always B's gig.
"I'm sorry about Buffy, Faith." Dean said softly in her ear, "At least she went out fighting."
"Yeah." Faith tilted her head to the side her game face back on. She wasn't in the mood for a heart to heart, that wasn't her style. "So are we just gonna stand around here all night making small talk or are you gonna come back to my place?"