Faith's POV

"What the hell am I doing?" I ask myself as I look down at the 60 foot drop below me, and then back up, wondering just how much further I have to go. Go figure blondie would go off and get herself a castle; she always was a bit high maintenance, thinking she was some kind of royalty. Or was that me who always thought she was? I did always call her a princess.

This is crazy, I know. I'm scaling a damn castle trying to find exactly which room she's in so I can Prince Charming her ass out of the coma that rat witch put her in. Why am I scaling the walls and not just walking through the front door you ask? Well ya see, the last time I saw B I was holding her head down and getting her all wet. Now see, I know what you're thinking. This was totally not in the 'ooh baby give it to me' kinda way. It was more in the 'I can't breathe bitch because you're trying to drown me' way.

Yeah, totally not the best way to get reacquainted after you've saved the world together. But what can I say, I have issues. Plus, totally not my fault! She wasn't even supposed to be there. It was suppose to be a simple stab and go. Then I was done. I'd get my get out of jail free card and haul ass to wherever I wanted. But things are never simple if they involve B.

I actually didn't even know about B being apart of it when I signed up for the gig, but of course when I found out, I wasn't gonna let some spoiled English brat and her sugar daddy kill B. And yeah, Gigi was kinda cool once I got to know her, plus she had a nice rack. Yeah I was totally checking her out in the bath, but where B's concerned, even with a nice pair of tits staring me in the face there's never really a choice. So you see, I actually did it for her. I can't help she wasn't in on the sitch, but once again I was trying to save her ass. Kinda like how I'm doing now.

Yeah, yeah I know. What makes me think I can be the one to bring her out of this? Well, I figure I have just as good a chance as everyone else that has tried and failed. G-man kept me in the loop. It guess him and Red still chat it up sometimes. He said that she only allowed those closest to B to try, which only included a select few. Being her bestfriend and all, she has the best insight into B's love life, or lack thereof seeing as her ass is still in this coma.

Even Xander tried, but he got caught red handed…literally. Red walked in on him trying to get his smooch on with B. Even though he was crushing big time back in the day he knew it was never love. Can ya blame him for trying though? This is the golden girl we're talking about here, the one with the invisible touch. You meet her once and next thing you know it's all about her; you're either going all psycho, becoming a vamp buffet or losing your damn soul. Fuck, now I'm gonna have that damn song stuck in my head.

Soulboy tried, of course, but ended up extremely disappointed when B didn't even so much as twitch when his cold lips touched hers. I mean I knew it wouldn't work. Everyone always talks about B and Angel's love story like it's something epic and untouchable. You know the deal…big love, big loss. Big fucking deal. But the fact that he couldn't wake her just serves to prove what I've thought all along. Vamps can't love, even the ones with souls.

A soul only gives them the ability to be empathetic, making them a shadow of the person they used to be, but the demon still lives inside. Sure they have hearts, but they don't beat, they can't feel. The only possible thing to call what a vamp feel towards a person or another vamp is obsession. This would explain why soulboy and Billy Idol's reject were always lurking around B's house and stalking her when she went out on patrol. I should've dusted both their asses the first chance I got. Damn B and her stupid necrophilia fetish.

After Angel, that bleach blonde bastard tried, he swore on his undead life that he would be able to bring B back from this. But once again I knew what was up, just because she turned him into a sex toy, didn't mean it was love. I think he was even more disappointed than Angel, seeing as it seemed he went out and got himself a soul for nothing. Hell, all he was to her was a blowup doll that moved. Bastard. Taking advantage of my girl like that.

Definitely should've dusted his ass when I woke from the coma. Dude was definitely whipped though; guess he thought B giving him a piece of ass and multiple orgasms on a regular basis was love. And ok, I kinda see his point, I mean after a while they do start to blur together and it's starting to feel so good you can't think straight, it tends to fuck with your mind. I've never seen a fuck for more than what it was, no matter how good it was. But you know me; get some, get gone.

But I'm getting off topic here, the last thing I need once I find blondie is sex on the brain. I mean sure she's all coma chick right now but that doesn't mean I can't sneak a peek, right? Yeah, I know. But B's wicked hot and hey, I'm kinda pervo like that. I mean it's not like it's nothing I haven't seen before, hello, body swap! And you better believe I gots me an eye full, not to mention a handful or two. Hehehe…pervo remember! Shit, getting off topic again, and thinking about a naked Buffy is definitely not of the good right now when trying to scale a 150 foot castle when you have no idea where the fuck you're going.

I'm letting the connection that B and I have lead me, but with all the damn junior slayers in there it's a bit distracting seeing as I can now feel them too. It's five by five though, what I have with B is a lot stronger and clearer. B and I had a conversation after SunnyD made itself scarce, yeah me and B having an actual conversation that doesn't involve flying fist and thrusting knives, weird huh?

But she told me that she still only felt just me. I'm guessing it has something to do with us being chosen and the whole slayer line running through me deal, but that's something for the brains to figure out. But I can admit, it makes me feel kinda good that I finally have something that no one else can share with her, something that she doesn't have with her precious Scoobs, or her boytoy of the month and now not even the juniors, but I'm still fucked up enough to admit it to just myself. I told ya already, I have issues.

One particular issue that made me to drag my ass half way across the world when I heard from Giles what was up with this coma deal. I have to try right? I mean the world needs her. In all her self-righteous bottled blonde glory. Yeah, B ain't no real blonde. Body swap remember? Heh. But of course I have to try, even though I may just be deluding myself to think that what I feel for her is something more than a deep-seated obsession.

After all, she's tried to rearrange my face, feed me to her boyfriend, kill me and then forced me to go to prison. Well not exactly forced, I did that on my own. But it was for her…it always is. I'd follow her into hell if she asked. Hmmm, well shit, actually she did and like a dumbass I was two steps behind her when we took the stroll down into the hellmouth with all the newbie's. I guess what I'm trying to say is I'd do anything for this chick, even die. Which should be pretty obvious since my ass is now dangling 75 feet in the air over solid ground with a harness strapped so tight that I'm sure a good fuck is nowhere in sight for a couple of weeks.

The connection is stronger now so I know I'm close. I look up and see another window with a soft glow coming out of it. That's it, that's where B is and with just a few more tugs I'll be there. I have to wonder just what the fuck is up with B and open windows. Even back in Sunnydale she always kept her window open for any ole creepazoid to mosey on in at any time. Who knows, guess she figured that no one would be stupid enough to scale a castle wall this high to her window. She obviously don't know me very well, but then again she never really did.

Grabbing the sill I take a quick peek inside. Shit! It's Red! She has her eyes closed and she's chanting something. I duck back down quickly and lose my grip, and now I'm flailing around like an idiot trying to get a handle on the rope. All of a sudden I'm being lifted up to the window. Instinctively I look up and then down to see just what the hell is holding me up. Then it hits me. Red and her damn witchfu. I turn my head towards the window and now I'm face to face with a very pissed off witch. I go to open my mouth to explain, but she just holds up her hand in a scolding 'I don't wanna hear it' gesture.

"What took you so long?" She asks as she brings me closer so I can pull myself inside. What? Now I'm confused. She was expecting me? And just what the hell do I say to that? I know I have to tread carefully though, Red looks like she hasn't slept in days and is a hang nail away from going all black haired and veiny on my ass. I'm a kickass slayer, but I know I won't stand a chance if I'm turned into a frog. Plus, I know she's still not too happy with me after the whole trying to drown Buffy thing. Did I mention that wasn't my fault?

"Well I kinda figured blondie here wasn't gonna get up and walk out of here anytime soon, so I stopped on the way to have a smoke." She only looks at me with an unreadable expression and I swear her eyes are getting darker and it's making me all kindsa uncomfortable so I interrupt any murderous thoughts she may be having now and ask the obvious. "So you were expecting me?"

She walks over to the chair she was sitting in and pulls it away from the bed. "Of course. How else do you think you made it this far?"

Ok good, she's talking now and not looking at me all crazed like. But I knew it was a little too easy to just mosey on up to the princess's room. This is suppose to be headquarters to a slayer army after all. But now I'm kinda pissed because if she knew I was coming I didn't have to scale this damn castle in this god awful harness. But then my thoughts are interrupted as my eyes shift to the reason I'm actually here.

Taking a deep breath I sit down beside her and grab her hand with a shaky one of my own. I'm scared shitless right now. What if she wakes up instantly and takes my fucking head off. Or something far worse, what if she doesn't wake up. How would I feel knowing that everything I've felt all these years was a lie? What if it was all just obsession and lust? Where would I go from there? Do I get over it and will myself to not feel anything? That's definitely not an option, because yeah, been there done that and no matter what I've tried it all comes back to her and this deep feeling of want and need. And love.

"Do you think you can wake her?" I fuzzily hear Red ask. "Y-you are in love with her right?" Is she nuts? I wouldn't be here if I wasn't. But of course I don't say that because even though I would rather not have an audience, all I can see is B. She looks so beautiful and peaceful laying there. I hope being in this coma is nothing like the one I was in.

The never-ending nightmares that always ended with either a knife in my gut or visions of a burning watcher. Either way, it always ended with me running. Running away from something or someone that was trying to kill me. No, I hope whatever it is that's going on in her mind is much more peaceful than that. When she died she went to heaven, so that gives me some hope. Maybe this coma is like that for her, all harps and white robes or whatever the fuck it was like in heaven. That's something I'm sure I'll never know.

I lean forward slowly and wet my lips. "Ok blondie, here goes nothing. Your dyke in shiny leather is here to rescue you." I brush my lips softly across hers and close my eyes. I press a little more firmly just in case that wasn't enough and I can feel my heartbeat racing and it feels like my heart is expanding with every beat. I feel overwhelmed and lightheaded, almost like I'm in a dream. Suddenly the room feels like it's spinning as I move my lips over hers again and I swear it feels like she's kissing me back.

I pull back gasping for air and willing my heart to slow down, I'm sure that if it keeps up this pace I'll have a heart attack here and now. That'd suck major ass though. B would definitely be disappointed that she didn't get to kill me herself after she wakes and finds me here. If she wakes. I sigh deeply taking all the air I can into my lungs as I wait. The seconds feel like hours as I sit here waiting for to do something. Anything to signal she's waking up. But there's nothing.

I feel Red shift behind me and I hear her sigh as well. Fuck. I guess it didn't work. Maybe they got the details about the spell wrong or something. Fuck! This can't be happening. I know how the fuck I feel. I frown slightly as I feel the pressure of Red's hand on my shoulder. Is it possible to feel the disappointment in a person's touch?

"It...it didn't work." I hear her say softly but she kinda sounds almost as shocked as I am. No shit! I want to tell her but I don't think I can say anything right now. So I don't, I jump up and bolt as fast as I can to the window. "Faith! You don't have to…" I hear Red saying in the background but I'm already hooked up and on my way down the wall. I'm guessing she was gonna say I didn't have to leave through the window, but there's no way I wanted any of those slayer wannabe's to see me leaving and adding me to the list of failures that couldn't wake B.

It seems like it took forever to climb that damn wall, but it only took me seconds to hit the ground and detach myself and now I'm running so fast and hard it feels like my lungs are about to collapse. But that's nothing compared to the pain I feel in my heart. After running for what seems like hours I finally drop to my knees in the dirt. My palms are pressed against the ground and I'm slumped over heaving, trying to get some air into my lungs. Damn. Me. In love. I should've known I was too screwed up for that. I'm the get some, get gone girl. What the fuck was I thinking?