This is just a short one shot, I just wrote it one day, decided I liked it just like that.
I don't own anyone, Faith was created by Joss Whedon and is a product of Mutant Enemy and Riddick and Johns don't belong to me either and are products of someone else.
Faith stared at the guy, he was huge, unconsciously she licked her lips, he raised his eyes. She smiled…he was her kind of guy…scary and just a little but unusual.
She stared at him and he stared right back; neither making a sound.
Hey! You two…" Faith looked towards the voice. It was that loser again…Johns was it? She couldn't remember; it was too long ago when she was out in cryo sleep.
"What the fuck do you want?" She asked continuing on the floor, searching through the rubble for her Scythe. The Slayer Scythe, past on to her by Buffy, the same Scythe she said she would use to help protect after Buffy had given it to her with her last dieing breath. Faith snorted at Buffy's clichéd ness, even when she was dieing she did it poetically.
Both of the men looked at the woman who snorted in the middle of their rather heated conversation, she looked to be in a world of her own.
She continued her work ignoring them both; she didn't care what they thought.
"Look what I found Riddick, something shiny, no doubt one of yours." Johns said twirling the object clumsily in his hand. Making the slicing sound that every Slayer had come to know as the sound of the Scythe. Faith looked up, watching Johns every move, if he spilt human blood on that blade she would kill him. The blade was the purest thing that Faith had and she would literally be damned before she let that be tainted.
Johns smiled, a moronic smile that made Faith smile to herself, he thought he had her attention for a different, more intimate reason. Faith didn't go for guys who beat up on someone who was defenceless.
Johns brought the Scythe down to Riddick's eyelevel.
"It's shiny, do you want it?" Johns said baiting Riddick. But he still didn't move. Johns reached his hand forward to take Riddick's goggles off, Riddick yelled, the light was streaming in; the room was too bright for his eyes.
"Lights 10" Said Faith, and nearly giggled at the panicked look in Johns eyes as the light disappeared and he was left impaired.
Then whipping her legs out she tripped him up, Johns accidentally flipped up the Scythe, it twirled in the air before plunging down towards Riddick who had both of his eyes locked on the weapon. Faith leapt onto her feet and grabbed the Scythe out of the air before it could splice Riddick.
She stared at him and he stared right back; neither making a sound …. She smiled…he was her kind of guy…scary and just a little but unusual. She chuckled and left the room as Johns clumsily moved to his feet, confused.
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