Rating: T-R for violence, language, sexual inuendos and mild adult situations or themes. ( If little kids in the area, they should vacate the premises. Not for the faint of heart or super opionated person...lol I'm not that hardcore but this might go a little further then I've tried in the past)
Pairing: Buffy/Faith & Willow/Kennedy- others in the story of couse so you'll just have to read it.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these charaters or placeses, nor do I make any profit from them. Thank you Joss for creating this universe.
Beta: twin who likes to travel (my beta is awesome, go read some of his stuff)
Summary: If you have read "Calling all willing hearts." You'll know majority of whats going on so you won't get too lost. This is basicaly a continuation. It has No major time gap or relapse. I'm going to include things from the previous story also. So read, Review and enjoy-Ray
Faith-
B turned in a circle; eyeing the carnage that lay at her feet around her. She was covered in blood from the slain girls with her own hands. Still holdin the side of my ever gashed, open neck; I sat up on my elbows and slowly inched my way backwards. I'm still trying to wrap my head around what jus happened and what was going on around me. They're all dead. All the girls are dead, and there wasn't anything I did to stop it. The demons, vampires, and all the creepy shit above me roared at her victory over us. Applauding, cheering, roaring, snarling, everything till the point that I was deafened by the noise. I was moving but not as fast as I wanted to. I couldn't feel my stomach, most of the lower half of my body was slightly numb, and I was only getting weaker from the loss of blood.
B turned in a full circle and faced me. Her eyes flashed from black and for a second I thought I could see her. I thought I could see my Buffy. I stopped and tried not to appear terrified at the woman standing in front of me. I know it wasn't her that did this. B could never do this, but that's what made this so hard. It's what's making my heart break now. I don't know how to trust this.
Buffy took a step in my direction, lookin' as if she was concerned. But I couldn't trust it I wouldn't. I made that mistake before. It could be a trick. Buffy dropped the knife and took another step towards me. A worried grimace came from her face. I had backed up far enough till I was against a wall. I peered up to see the door I was shoved through. Angel stood there as his eyes widened in shock as he spotted me and the pool of dead girls in front of him. He frantically tried to get the door open to get to me. There wasn't anything I could do to help him help me. Helpless isn't my thing.
When I glanced back at Buffy, that thing was back. Her eyes were solid black and cold; almost lifeless. She came walking in my direction. I know to finish me off. I know this would be it, and I would be dead. No more pain. I closed my eyes tightly and waited for the final blow to finish me. I was to be killed, and it would be by my lover's hand. I know now, that after this…. Seeing her like this…. It would be.
Several months earlier- First day of school, senior year for the mini scoobs.
"I can do this. I can do this, it's just high school. I can do this," Chloe aimless chanted as she stared out the window at Trake high. I snapped my fingers in front of her face, and she popped up; startled and staring in my direction. I glimpse up to see B pull up in front of me and let several of the other girls out moments later. Willow pulled up and past B seconds after that. Chloe, Chow Ann, Nikki, and Alex sat there watching at her as Chloe as she started having a bit of a panic attack. "Chill, chica, what's gotten into you?" I asked as I turned in my seat. "I can't do this," she claimed as she observed Alex then focused on me wide eyed and slightly frantic. It's only school. She acts like she's about to step out on a stage.
"Are you sure it isn't too late for me to be home schooled?" she questioned; unsure as I put my escalade in park and turned to fully face her. She should have rode with B. B's the counselor. I can't even really tell why she's freaking out. "What's wrong?" I inquired as kindly as possible, but I was still irritated because this was goin to make me later then I needed to be. I still had to stop by my office damn it. "I can't do this. It was easy last year because I was a nobody. Nobody knew me, and I didn't have to keep up any appearances. What if I get into some shit and get totally pointed out as the freak of some kind? I'm not ready for that. I don't want to be that girl," Chloe rambled on, and I had to sit back because it caught me a little off guard. "I'm pretty sure people already think were freaks," Alex guessed; wrapping her arms around Chloe's shoulders and kissing her neck lightly before unwrappin herself. "Now come on, babe, we're going to be late," Alex declared as she grabbed her by the hand and pulled her out of the escalade. "Thank you," I said while breathing a sigh of relief. Alex told me Chloe was freaked out about that earlier at the breakfast table, but I had no idea it was that bad.
I watched as they met up with several more mini Scoobs. Chloe's still right beside Alex; who's amongst the large crowd of students. Then Ken led them all off into the school. Wow, these girls sure are special. I parked and searched around the front seat for my satchel. I still can't believe B got me this thing. When I didn't find it, I moved around the escalade. She claims since I don't carry a purse or a backpack that this would be the next best thing. Ehh, I love it, I do. I just don't see myself wearing it. The only way I can describe it is the way it makes me feel like I'm a nerd or pussy, which I have one of thoes. Better word would be wimp, which I'm not. This is the one and only time she'll probably see me in it. "Whatcha doing?" B quizzed as she leaned in the escalade from the front driver's side. "Lookin' for my wannabee purse," I answered while spyin toward Buffy to see she was inside and the door was closed. Because the windows were tinted, it made it a little dark in here.
B sat down next to where I was looking and watched me search for it. I didn't pay much attention to her, but from what I got, I could smell her apparent arousal. We're in public, at school to make this situation so much better; I know what she's thinkin' and don't mind, but this might be a little too public. There's bound to be gawking teenagers, to be specific, teenage boys. You would think to at least find a quieter place for this. I take that back because the thought of using Ken's closet freaks me out.
I sat in the seat, frustrated I couldn't find it. It takes her a moment, but she realizes somethin. "Oh, that satchel. Will has it," she informed me as I sat back down and glared at her. Last time I checked, she was the one who got me the damn thing, and she couldn't even remember where I left it. I doubt she even cares that I almost lost it. Women.
I took out my phone and went to text Willow, saying I was going to come and get it when B took my phone. I gapped up at her. "What?" I gasped as she ogled me with all the want and desire of something I normally got in our room at home. I tried my hardest to ignore it. "I won't get to see you till I get home today, even then we're going to be training and you're going patrolling. There won't be any time for us," she complained in a whiney tone, and I thought for a second. If I don't take advantage of this, it could do some major damage, and we'd be close to tensions of the other kind later. No, we're in public. God, I feel like a kid with some raging hormones right now. See what she does to me!
B situated herself; expecting me to make the first move. I was finding it hard to resist more n' more. She opened up her legs, showing she was wearing her thong. When did I miss that? MY GOD this woman is so FUCKING unbelivably hot. The skirt was perfect for easy access advantage, hence wide spread. It was a knee length kaki with a long slit up the side. The shirt she was wearing is normally buttoned up to at least the second button down, and if I was a teenage boy getting in trouble and having to come to her office, I would have trouble leaving. I've been tryin' to be good here, and she isn't helping much. Reformed me is tryin' to be less of a nympho. So much for that cause.
B cleared her throat, breaking my train of distraction. "You going to do something about it?" she playfully threatened, "But Ms. Summers, we're going to be late," I announced; trying not to laugh myself. If anything, I could pass for a student with the fact that I never have to dress up or look any kind of professional. I have a feeling there's going to be a lot of role playing this year. "I can write you a pass, but only if you're good for the rest of the day," she added and smiled then moved so she was inches from my face. This is bad, she's practically throwing it at me. Take it, don't take it. I took a deep, unnecessary breath, trying to resist the addiction I have for Buffy Summers; the school counselor. I'm sure there's another name for her position, but that's just always how I considered it. I think she's noticed how I've tried to keep myself distracted from the obvious.
I could feel B's hand move its way up my legs to my stomach; a weak spot. I should have known she would pull a move like that. Once she reaches it, I pretty much lose all sense of I shouldn't being doing this here. I move in the rest of the way; taking her lips into mine. Entangling us into a searing, serious, lip locking, loving kiss. The embrace only escalated when Buffy moved so she was sitting on my lap. I got a miniature lap dance. A memory of her actually giving me one played in my mind; which didn't help my being abstinent at school.
B's fingers followed the exact movements of my fingers even though I had easier access. With one hand on her breast and another on her inner thigh; gripping it tightly, I decided to make the move before she did. The kiss continued like a wrestling match between our tongues. I moved my fingers towards the epic goal. Reaching her already wet lips, I concentrated on moving fingers in soft circles over her throbbing clit. She moaned into my mouth, and I realized she was at that point having trouble concentrating. As of today, my record for makin her cum in public is less than ten minutes. Let's see if I can beat it and still make it to class in time.
As she pulled away and leaned back till she was between the two front seats; grindin her hips into my hand as if they were beggin me to enter her. I scanned up at the clock on the dash. I had time, I think. My concentration fuzzed as I leaned forward and slid fingers into her very wet center. I better be getting a very special brownie for this. I have to keep thinking that we're at home. She held onto a seat barely as I sat up and kissed the exposed skin between her breasts. With my free hand I unbuttoned her shirt a little more. She moaned softly again as I added a digit giving her more relief. "How's that Ms. Summers?" I whispered eagerly while pumping my hand into her and inspecting her for a possible reaction. Her eyes were closed tightly. She's past the point of no return so she only nodded. Moments later; she stopped grindin her hips and inhaled sharply. I slid my fingers in and out as I attempted to draw out her orgasm. B threw her head back between the seats gripping onto it tightly as she cummed into my hand.
I smiled at her satisfaction as she sat up and came up to kiss me again. She's going to need a new pair of underwear. "I'll be sure to tell Principal Hall that we need a day off next week," she gasped as she tried to catch her breath. I pursed my eyebrows; confused a little. "Ok," I muttered. She took my face into the palm of her hands. Her eyes were still closed. She was trying to concentrate; still comin down off cloud nine. As aroused as I am, I can hold out till lunch I think I don't really need anything. She seemed like she just needed something to take the edge off. "Are you thinking that we could have the house to ourselves?" I assumed, and she smiled. That was rare. We almost never had the house completely to our lonesome. There were always one or two girls or my son that needed to be taken care of. I nodded; smiling as she regained her composure.
I reached over the back seat and pulled the duffel bag to the front. "I always pack a couple of extra pairs," I state, and surveys the ones she wouldn't mind wearing till she can sneak off campus and go home. At this point, I'm glad I only have to wear the gym uniform to school because having to wear that, and the way we are would just be a pain in the ass. This jogging suit is way too comfortable.
B's hair was out of place, so I handed her an extra hair tie. I gazed at her as she put it up. When she was completely finished, she leaned in and left a few, chaste kisses. "Thanks babe, love you," she stated, and I smiled while gettin a breath of fresh air. "I love you too," I expressed and kissed her again. B handed me my phone and got out. I followed as I finished with my handy baby wipes before starting to text Red that I'll be in her class in about five minutes.
"I'll see you at training," she reminded, and I nodded. "Yep," I replied as she walked off in the opposite way. I waited before I started strollin, hopin she would spin around, and she did. She smiled and blew a kiss in my path. I motioned that I caught it and put it in my pocket for later.
Moments later, I walked into Red's classroom and saw my satchel hangin on the famous closet door. Ken sat at Red's desk, goin over some paperwork that the kids were bringin up to the front of the class and leavin it. "Uh huh!" Red mentioned and gave me a once over. "What," I groaned; holdin my hands out. On top of not wantin to admit my venture in the parking lot, it seems as if she knew about it already. Ken snickered behind her.
"Oh, she won't be able to protect you in training!" I snapped at Ken, and she swallowed hard. I smirked and Red shook her head as I left the room. "Is this training open? I heard you teach martial arts too," some student interrupted, and I stuck my head back in. "Do you think you can beat me arm wrestlin?" I challenged. He gave me an unsure glare then himself a once over. It's a safe way to turn him down, can't have him comin to training and getting hurt before we even get started. "Are you serious?" he mumbled as he flexed his obviously bigger biceps. I shrugged my shoulders as I came back into the room moved towards a empty desk in front of him.
"Come on, kid, let's see what you got?" I requested and glanced over at Red. She shook her head again. She was smirking a little and wandered over to her board before writin somethin. If it was an actual regular day of school, she might have been pissed about me interruptin class like this. "Go easy on him, Faith," she warned over her shoulder but didn't turn around. As I sat down, he stared at me; not sure how to take my challenge since he was sure he could beat a woman. I indicated for him to try me as I put my elbow firmly on the desk and held out my hand. He took it, and all the rest of the kids whipped around in our direction. "If you beat me, I'll open the class up to you and any other student who thinks they can hang with the big kids," I offered and he nodded with a smile. "Always wanted to take a class like that," he voiced and took my hand.
"Ok, go," I commanded, and he tried so very hard to move my hand to my side of the desk. But I wouldn't let him budge me. "Ms. Rosenberg, what was the student's name that you talked about the other day? I figured I talk to her because I think I saw her in my roster," I exclaimed, and Red twirled around; studyin the boy who was tryin his hardest to take my hand down from the upright position. "Kasey Gilock," she responded as she took in how nonchalantly I was taking the match with this kid. "Ms. Lehane," Red scolded, and I jumped a little; surprised at her tone. "Right," I mumbled as I spun back to him and gently placed his arm on the desk easily. He glowered at me wide eyed, trying to figure out how I beat him so easily. "But…But….," he stammered, "I bench like twice your weight," he whined, and I shrugged my shoulders. "It's not always the size that counts. Maybe in a few years," I implied, and he hung his head; a little embarrassed. "Wow…., not going to try her for anything," somebody determined by the time I was out the door. Kids.
Alex- Lunch time
By the time we made it down the hall and to the cafeteria, the line was already backed up. The four of us stood there and surveyed the area. "This is great, usual table?" Ken commented, and we all headed in a different path and went outside. As soon as we left, I heard chatter rise among the students about us and the girls who take that weird, martial arts class with the gym teacher. I can only assume they were talking about Faith. Once we got outside, we sat at our regular tables. I sat on top, and Chloe stood between my legs. I swerved toward Ken. "Rumors started up already," I confirmed, and she looked at me; smiling. "yeah, Faith beat Kason in a arm wrestling match this morning in first period," she affirmed, and I realized why. They all picked us out as the girls who work with her during that hour.
"Was it bad?" Chloe asked twirled in her direction. Ken nodded as she took out a bottle of water from her small backpack. Chloe faced me again, kissed me on the cheek, and moved a few steps away from me. "I'm going to go get some fruit off the cart," she admitted. A few of the newbs followed her as they wandered towards the other side of the courtyard. I watched as they left and strutted their way through the crowd. I saw other kids observing them. This is really going to get on my nerves.
"I heard a FEW of you girls were going to try out for the volleyball teams this season." I know that voice, sounds like Ken's best friend; Stacey Jinks. "Ehh, I was thinking about it. Figured a little extracurricular activity might do us some good," Ken sassed and cross her arms, standing up in front of the group of girls. Instinctively, we're all supposed to walk over there and stand behind Ken as if we were her entourage. All of us know she can handle her own so none of us move. "We're supposed to look like normal teenagers," someone explained in my ear, and I gaze up to see Vi standing next to me. She pulls me to where Ken was standing; in front of the group of cheerleaders. When I scan the area, Dawn marches over in a cheerleading outfit. She wasn't wearing that when she left this morning. What the fuck? She's traded up on us!
"I'd highly advise against it. You and your friends need to stay out of the jock community. You'll give our teams a bad rep," Stacey continued. Ken chuckled and kept going, "You're saying that because we don't dress up like Barbie, sit here, and don't follow your little code of law around school. I'm pretty sure us joining the team will be a improvement." I couldn't help but laugh a little. "People like you are why I wished I would have stayed in private school,". Stacey taunted and gazed up at Dawn; who was stepping towards the middle. Which I'm sure in Ken's past life she was one of these girls, and now seems she can no longer get along with. Which is if you ask me, is kind of funny. "You're so ghetto…" "Ehhh, hemmm," someone clears their throat, and we all quickly to see Buffy standing there with her arms crossed. I sense Faith close, so when I spy past Buffy. She's rapidly approaching. "Do we have a problem here, ladies?" B asserts, but it feels seem more like an lecturer. Ken, Vi, and I immediately back down from what could have easily escalated.
Stacey glares at Buffy; unafraid. If only she knew better. "Unless you want detention with me, Ms. Jinks, I suggest you move it along while I have a few words with these girls. I'm sure you didn't start it, did you?" Buffy questions, putting the blame on us instantly. Ken's mouth drops in surprise. Faith steps up behind Buffy. "No, Ms. Summers, we were just saying goodbye," Stacey lied sweetly before giving Ken a once over and rolling her eyes as she stalked away. "Thanks, like I was actually going to do something to the selfish bitch," Ken sneered. "But if she had hit you, would you have honestly held a punch back," Buffy grilled sternly. Ken thought about it as Faith made her way over to me. "Ehh, a broken nose," Ken revealed as if it would be ok. "Kennedy Hawk," Buffy snapped. "Alright, I'll ignore the twat," Ken scoffed and sat down.
"Come to my office after lunch," Faith demanded in my ear and I gawked up at her wondering why. "What for?" I whined, and she just held up her hands. "Ok, I will," I conceded and moved to sit back on the table. They both walked away walking closer together than anyone else would. "Those two… Ha ha. Faith was so late for gym this morning it wasn't even funny," Vi blurted out. Faith glanced over her shoulder and held a finger up to her mouth before placing the same hand on Buffy's back as she opened the door for her and they went wandered inside. "What?" I growled, leaning in for the gossip I missed while in metal shop. I don't have gym till the second half of the year which kinda sucks, but I can deal.
"Escalade in the parking lot with steamed out windows," Vi confessed; grinning something wide. "How do you…?" Chloe started to ask then searching for Buffy and Faith, but they were long gone. "Faith told me, but I had to pry it out of her. I was about to rant about the way she was moving in her chair. She was practically dry humping it in the corner of the gym," Vi confided and laughed a little. "Wo," I remarked and moved so I was sitting closer to Chloe. "I gotta go., Physics next then training. So yeah, bye, girls," she explained as she and Nikki got up to walk away. I faced Chloe as she stood. We unfortunately don't have any classes together but for training. So I won't see her again till then. "Bye, babe," she sighed and kissed me on the cheek. "Bye," I mouthed as she walked away.
"Come on, lets see how much mischief we can cause in English lit," Ken joked as the lunch bell rang. "Yeah…, but Faith wants me in her office," I reminded her, and she sighed in annoyance. "Yeah, whatever, I'll try not to start without you," she offered as she stormed off. I made a bee line to the gym and back to where Faith should be. The door was closed, so I knocked.
"Come, in," she greeted, and I entered to see her and Buffy in there. If this is some type of double team, I didn't like the feel of it. It was because they gave me worried expressions. Buffy got off the desk top and paced over to me. I tried to concentrate on the click clack of her heels instead of the possible upset I was about to get. "After you talk to Faith, if you don't feel like going to training, you don't have to." Buffy relented and I signaled my ok, unsure of what was about to happen. There was a manila envelope on the desk, and Faith pushed it in the path of the chair I was to sit in. "This was in B's box this morning," Faith divulged, her tone even and easy for now. "I'm really sorry, kid," she expressed as I took the envelope I wasn't sure I wanted to open.
I took out the paper work and saw it was a letter. "I knew you had a brother, but I didn't know about your older brother," she said as I took out the paperwork. It was a death certificate and a letter from the foster people he was with at the time. There was a lot that was blacked out. We had been passed around so much when we were kids. Then it got to a point that they decided that we should be separated. I was never told the reason why they took him from me. He is a year older than me. "Kid, if you need to talk to someone….," Faith started to say, but I shook my head no. I didn't want to talk anymore, I was it, I was alone. That's the way it always been so that's the way it'll stay. It's easier that way. I wasn't about to let it hinder me now.
"Alex," Faith half yelled because I still didn't really answer. I scanned everything to see if it showed how he died, but it didn't. I turned the envelope upside down and a ring fell out. It was my father's ring. My father gave it to him. "Alex," Faith shouted, and I snapped up glaring at her. I guess I appeared a little angry because she sat back. "Sorry, I, uh…,I gotta go," I mumbled quickly as I stood, pocketed the ring, and slid the envelope across the table to her. She stood with a super concerned display on her face. As I prepared to leave, I felt her eyes on my back. I ran out of her office. "Alex, wait!" she called out, but I didn't stop. I raced out of the back door to the gym to see the junior parking lot. Lucas was standing there waving bye to Dawn. I guess he hasn't left town yet. As I saw Dawn pass through another door, I stomped in his general vicinity.
Lucas was standing, talking to some other student. "Hey, Alex, what's up?" he wondered, actually happy to see me. "Nothing really. I don't really feel like being here. Do you mind taking me home so I can get my bike?" I pleaded. He gave me a wary stared. I reached in my pocket and pulled out an old pass I keep on hand some times. B said she was making us new ones; which will probably screw my future skipping plans. Oh, well, it's what I got now. "Alright, I see, hop in. Just don't tell Buffy, she'll have my head," Lucas warned. "I'm the one that's leaving, bright one. I think you're in the clear. I'll just say I hitch hiked," I described, and he smiled. "Like that'll go over well," Lucas hissed.
Once he dropped me off, I grabbed my helmet and got onto my bike without going inside. I need something to take the heat off the back of my neck and fast. If I don't, I don't know what I would do. Maybe I'll end up back at school for training, I don't know.
I took off down the street and around the corner. Revving her up, I popped the front tire into a wheelie and continued on. As soon as I did, sirens went off behind me so I took off. They can't catch me on a bike, no one can. I sped down the block till I came to an intersection. One way took me downtown, the other took me onto the interstate. Either way, it was a bad idea. I should have lost this mother fucker in the neighborhood, but he's persistent. I turned onto the freeway, and as soon as I did, a car swerved in front of me. The front tire hit the back of the car, and I flew up and over the handles. I didn't realize there was a ditch on the other side of it, all I could see was trees and a hole. Now that I think about this is actually kind of fun flying through the air. It's a good thing I'm wearing a helmet. By the time I hit a tree, I can feel the old injury in my ribs flare up. Ouch, maybe not that much fun after all.