Latent Power
By Kyizi
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me, only the story is mine
Rating: PG atm
Pairing: Faith/Lindsay (as requested by Kath.about a year and a half ago when this was meant to be finished!)
Distribution: Please ask
Spoiler: Up to and inc. end of Season 2 Angel, S5 Buffy. This picks up directly from there
Feedback: As always, love to receive
Email: kyizi@hotmail.com
Notes: Okay, this was Kath's birthday fic for two years ago and it's not finished yet. Maybe if I can get some other interest going, I'll get off my arse and finish it! Sorry Kath!
Summary: Buffy's death brings about new chain of events and Faith is caught right in the middle.
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Faith stirred in her bed. Sitting up, she stared at the empty walls around her, the gentle yellow light from the hallway trickling through the bars on her door, the moonlight glancing at her through the window. She frowned as she moved to stand, the sheets spilling off her bed in a jumbled mess, a physical reminisce of her nightmare.
She coughed in the dry, damp air as shivers wracked through her body. Power surged through her, flowed around her surrounding her in a sweet harmonic symphony. Strands of light danced within her, the energy slowly sparking her alive bit by bit, as if assembling a jigsaw with pieces thought lost.
A tremor of guilt ebbed inside her, slowly magnifying until it consumed her. Sobs wracked her lithe frame. Death marred her trembling fingers, twisting around them, creeping up her arm, engulfing. She fell to her knees, clawing at her skin in a vain attempt to free herself from its grasp. And just as she was submerged, drowned in grief, it was ripped from her. She grasped at her throat. Breathing heavily, she inspected her hands. Her entire body was tingling, as if suffering the warning signs of pins and needles.
"Woah," she said softly. She shook her head and stood up slowly on her shaky legs. She began to pace, all traces of sleep having disappeared. She walked to the metal door and placed her hands at either side of the small window that was covered in bars. Sighing, she placed her head against it with a gentle thud.
She jumped back as the door fell from its hinges, connecting with the concrete with a loud clang. Her eyes widened at the perfect imprints of her hands placed either side of the bent bars.
"Oh, Crap."
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End of Part One
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By Kyizi
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me, only the story is mine
Rating: PG atm
Pairing: Faith/Lindsay (as requested by Kath.about a year and a half ago when this was meant to be finished!)
Distribution: Please ask
Spoiler: Up to and inc. end of Season 2 Angel, S5 Buffy. This picks up directly from there
Feedback: As always, love to receive
Email: kyizi@hotmail.com
Notes: Okay, this was Kath's birthday fic for two years ago and it's not finished yet. Maybe if I can get some other interest going, I'll get off my arse and finish it! Sorry Kath!
Summary: Buffy's death brings about new chain of events and Faith is caught right in the middle.
~x~x~x~x~x~
Faith stirred in her bed. Sitting up, she stared at the empty walls around her, the gentle yellow light from the hallway trickling through the bars on her door, the moonlight glancing at her through the window. She frowned as she moved to stand, the sheets spilling off her bed in a jumbled mess, a physical reminisce of her nightmare.
She coughed in the dry, damp air as shivers wracked through her body. Power surged through her, flowed around her surrounding her in a sweet harmonic symphony. Strands of light danced within her, the energy slowly sparking her alive bit by bit, as if assembling a jigsaw with pieces thought lost.
A tremor of guilt ebbed inside her, slowly magnifying until it consumed her. Sobs wracked her lithe frame. Death marred her trembling fingers, twisting around them, creeping up her arm, engulfing. She fell to her knees, clawing at her skin in a vain attempt to free herself from its grasp. And just as she was submerged, drowned in grief, it was ripped from her. She grasped at her throat. Breathing heavily, she inspected her hands. Her entire body was tingling, as if suffering the warning signs of pins and needles.
"Woah," she said softly. She shook her head and stood up slowly on her shaky legs. She began to pace, all traces of sleep having disappeared. She walked to the metal door and placed her hands at either side of the small window that was covered in bars. Sighing, she placed her head against it with a gentle thud.
She jumped back as the door fell from its hinges, connecting with the concrete with a loud clang. Her eyes widened at the perfect imprints of her hands placed either side of the bent bars.
"Oh, Crap."
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End of Part One
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