Disclaimer: BTVS belongs to Joss and all those good people. Can I be one of those good people?!

This is my first fic and I'm horribly sorry if this sucks.

"Where're you going? "

"Out. "A pause, "To, uh.. get a drink. "

"Are you okay? "

"Just had a bad day.. "

Moments later the door slammed and Robin, with a groan, rubbed his face.

It never changed. Every day he came home from work only to be met with the stony face of his lover, Faith, who told him she was going to get a drink. He believed her of course because; everyday she came back reeking of cigarette smoke and beer.

He stepped into the kitchen, pausing to flip the light switch, and yanked open the refrigerator. He considered the contents before snatching the last Corona and making his way to the living room. Falling onto the couch he studied the cold bottle in his hand. Purely Faith, he decided. Before he'd met the enigma he'd made sure he'd kept a healthy stock of Miller Lite in his fridge. Not anymore. With a dry chuckle he twisted the top off and took a swig.

3 hours later he awoke to spilled beer in his lap, and the sounds of his lover in the shower while music blasted from the closed door. He scowled; he'd never really grown accustomed to the music Faith preferred. He stood from his chair trying in vain to keep the wet fabric away from his body. He made it too the bedroom, and stripped himself of his pants before settling into a comfortable pair of sweat pants.

On his way out he tripped over Faith's discarded pants and fell heavily to the floor. Cursing he jumped to his feet, irritably kicking at the leather. Suddenly he stopped, head inclined towards the sound of the running water. Slowly he bent down and picked the pants up from the floor, a hand digging into one of the pockets. Seconds later it withdrew, clutching a tattered wallet.

I shouldn't be invading her privacy, he thought. His curiosity got the better of him. Faith had never allowed him to look inside her wallet stating that if she caught him going through her things he'd need a lot of laxatives to get her foot out his ass. So, with caution he pulled the wallet open. Within seconds his expression changed to frustration and then, finally, to acceptance.

20 minutes later Faith stepped from the shower, one hand clutching a towel to her, the other running through her wet hair. Shaking her head she stepped into the bedroom and froze. Why is Robin's stuff gone? She thought suddenly. Heart pounding she dashed to the living room, and noted that all the papers from work he usually had scattered around were gone. The tattered picture of his mother that usually resided atop the TV was gone.

Upon noticing that she finally accepted the fact that he had definitely left her. Numbly she stumbled back to the bedroom, and went through the motions of drying herself and throwing on some clothes. Later she found herself sitting atop the bed blankly staring at her hands. Suddenly as if drawn to it her head turned, eyes flickering to the floor.

There was her wallet, open, and inside it the picture of the one and only Buffy Summers in all her glory smiled up at her.

It hit her.

He'd finally realized the lust she had for him couldn't hold a candle to the love she had for Buffy.

The next morning the puffy-eyed slayer opened her wallet to pay for the coffee she was buying from the horribly priced Starbucks she realized there was a note tucked next to the crisp twenty-dollar bill. She quickly took the twenty bucks out and thrust it at the cashier. "Keep the change. "Snatching her coffee she strode from the building.

Sitting in her car she clutched the now opened note, smiling softly.

Dear Faith,

I'm sorry. I have to leave. You'll find a couple hundred bucks in your bank account. Just to help you buy that motorcycle you're always talking about. Yeah, I know. I'm way to generous.

Anyways, I looked in your wallet. Commence with the cursing and swearing of sticking your foot up my ass. Now that that's done.. I found the picture of Buffy. I'm not mad. In fact I'm relieved. I have a reason why you could never love me.

You love Buffy. I know. Now that I'm out of the picture, go find that slayer and make her love you. Do everything you can. I want you to be happy. Take care, Faith.

Robin

She tucked the note back into her wallet, and grinned. She was going to go and find herself a green-eyed blonde.

Review. Be mean and horrible if that means it'll help me. I was thinking of making a sequel. What do y'all think?