Love & War
by Lil Beamer
Rating: R
Pairing: Buffy/Faith
Feedback: All feedback appreciated. thanks
Distribution: If you want to post it on a website, feel free. :)
Disclaimer: The characters contained in this fic are the property Mutant Enemy & Joss Whedon.
This fic is very au. There are no slayers or vampires, but Buffy and Faith are the heroines. And the rest of the main characters are from either Buffy or Angel or from other SMG and Eliza shows.
Single quotes indicate character's thoughts
Author's note: I'm only going to post a short bit for the first part to see if you guys are interested before I rewrite my next part. Hopefully, you can guess where I'm going with this. Yes, this will be set in World Word II Europe, eventually.
CHAPTER 1
Part One
United States - 1933
Brother and sister raced each other through the thicket and toward the newly built house not far from their own. A family was moving in today. They had overheard the news while in town that morning.
"Stop pushing, willya?" the young dark haired girl grumbled as her brother gave her another hard nudge before breaking out ahead. Lately, Harry was always cheating when they played. It seemed the only way he could beat her, despite being nearly two years her elder.
Frowning, she followed in annoyance, only slowing her pace when she knew she'd lost.
Harry laughed loudly, turning to shout triumphantly, "The winner!" Bending, to catch his breath, he smiled at his scowling sister. "Aww, c'mon. You're not sore, are you?"
"Naw, I guess not. As long as you admit, you're a rat." Faith teased, tussling her brother's hair. "Geez, you're even starting to look like one. Angel's right. Get a haircut."
"Hey!"
"Gotcha!" Faith jumped back from his grasp, still chuckling. "Ratboy, Harry!"
"We-e-ell, I oughta-" Harry drolled, doing his best Cagney impression. The two busted up laughing.
"Yeah, you oughta."
The siblings' banter was interrupted by the sound of a cars rumbling down the unpaved road.
"Shhh. Climb," Harry instructed, giving his sister a boost up the tree. He watched in amazement as she effortlessly made it to the top. Even though his sister was closing in on twelve, she was still very much a tomboy, which was good. Harry couldn't really abide by those frilly types. The longer it took Faith to get that way, the better.
Carefully, he chose his path. Wondering with some worry, if perhaps he was too heavy for the branches.
"Whaddya doin', Harry? Get up here." Faith stretched, taking her brother's hand and helping him to the branch. They managed to get settled without being noticed.
An assortment of vehicles parked, and started to unload.
"Got dad's spyglass?"
Harry smiled mischievously, reaching in his back pocket. "You know it." He plucked the item out and passed it to his sister. "Don't hog it."
Faith snickered as she brought it up to take a peek. The first thing she noticed was that there were far more people piling out than could be in one family. "What gives? There's like fifty of them."
"Let's see."
"Pipe down and wait your turn." Faith crouched lower, continuing to watch. Nothing interesting was going on. Shrugging, she handed the small telescope back to her brother. "Dullsville. A picture show would've been better."
Taking the spyglass, the shaggy haired boy crawled out on his belly toward the edge of the branch. "You just got to know how to do it," He explained.
Snapping it open, he squinted through the eyepiece.
"Sure, teach me, Junior G-man." Faith rolled her eyes.
"Yeah, not much fun-" His voice trailed off.
"What is it? Whatcha seeing?" Her brother was acting odd. "Something wrong?"
"No, I--I think that's their daughter."
"So?!" Faith snatched the telescope from him. "What's with you? Does she have six arms or somethin'?!"
Harry reddened and glanced away.
"Ha! You're sweet on her, ain't ya?" Faith teased while placing the spyglass to her eye for another look. Her taunts died immediately when the golden-haired beauty turned to face in their direction.
"Mercy!" Faith exclaimed. Stumbling slightly, she reached to clasp the tree.
Her heart raced as she peered back through the branches. Here was the prettiest girl either of the children had ever seen...how one imagined a storybook princess to be, dainty but regal-- a real dish.
Faith gasped as the girl continued to stare.
"Hey, give it back."
"Shush, Harry. She's onto to us," the brunette whispered, batting the boy's hand away. "Don't move."
They both remained perfectly still while the blond girl gazed at their hiding spot.
"Daddy, someone's over there, watching us."
"Don't be silly, honey. Now come on inside and help your mother."
"Damn, she's leaving. Gimme that." Harry once again tried to wrestle the telescope from Faith, causing her to lose her footing.
"Ow!" The younster shrieked as she tumbled from the tree.
"No!" Swinging down, he caught his sister's hand. "Faithy, hang on. I gotcha. Don't let go."
.....
"See, Daddy!"
"Buffy wait!"
But the girl ignored her father and rushed over. The instant the two saw her approaching they both lost their grip.
"Aww crud!" Faith cried out, slipping to the ground. Fortunately, the lower branches and leaves broke her fall.
Buffy hovered near curiously while her father leant over the intruder, checking the girl for injuries.
Faith nervously scooted from him. "I'm okay."
"It's alright. I'm not going to hurt you." Hank reassured.
Buffy leaned closer. "Hi, what's your name?"
"Harry," the boy beamed, stepping in front of his sister to grab the blond's hand. "How do you do?" He shook it enthusiastically.
Faith snorted in amusement. "Dope, she's asking me."
Harry let go, blushing.
"Buffy, hold on. I think we should get them inside so I can make sure she isn't hurt."
"Buffy?" The siblings laughed. "What sort of name is that?"
Embarrassed, the girl frowned at her father. "Nevermind. It's only a silly nickname my daddy insists on using. My real name's Elizabeth."
"Nah. I like Buffy."
Faith's declaration won her an enormous smile.
"Well me too!" Harry chimed in, envious when Buffy knelt near his sister to check her over.
"Any pain? Dizziness?" Buffy asked in a very serious tone while carefully running her fingers through Faith's hair.
Staring up at the blond goddess, Faith shook her head.
"See daddy, she's fine. No bumps," Buffy informed him, still kneeling next to her new potential friend
"My little doctor," Hank chuckled and gently guided his daughter back. "I look for myself though, sweetie."
"Faith." The dark haired girl blurted. "My name's Faith."
Buffy's grin widened.
"Hank, what's all the commotion about?" Joyce stood out on the porch, calling to her husband.
"Nothing, but I think we may have a couple of guests for dinner."
To Be Continued (if you want)
by Lil Beamer
Rating: R
Pairing: Buffy/Faith
Feedback: All feedback appreciated. thanks
Distribution: If you want to post it on a website, feel free. :)
Disclaimer: The characters contained in this fic are the property Mutant Enemy & Joss Whedon.
This fic is very au. There are no slayers or vampires, but Buffy and Faith are the heroines. And the rest of the main characters are from either Buffy or Angel or from other SMG and Eliza shows.
Single quotes indicate character's thoughts
Author's note: I'm only going to post a short bit for the first part to see if you guys are interested before I rewrite my next part. Hopefully, you can guess where I'm going with this. Yes, this will be set in World Word II Europe, eventually.
CHAPTER 1
Part One
United States - 1933
Brother and sister raced each other through the thicket and toward the newly built house not far from their own. A family was moving in today. They had overheard the news while in town that morning.
"Stop pushing, willya?" the young dark haired girl grumbled as her brother gave her another hard nudge before breaking out ahead. Lately, Harry was always cheating when they played. It seemed the only way he could beat her, despite being nearly two years her elder.
Frowning, she followed in annoyance, only slowing her pace when she knew she'd lost.
Harry laughed loudly, turning to shout triumphantly, "The winner!" Bending, to catch his breath, he smiled at his scowling sister. "Aww, c'mon. You're not sore, are you?"
"Naw, I guess not. As long as you admit, you're a rat." Faith teased, tussling her brother's hair. "Geez, you're even starting to look like one. Angel's right. Get a haircut."
"Hey!"
"Gotcha!" Faith jumped back from his grasp, still chuckling. "Ratboy, Harry!"
"We-e-ell, I oughta-" Harry drolled, doing his best Cagney impression. The two busted up laughing.
"Yeah, you oughta."
The siblings' banter was interrupted by the sound of a cars rumbling down the unpaved road.
"Shhh. Climb," Harry instructed, giving his sister a boost up the tree. He watched in amazement as she effortlessly made it to the top. Even though his sister was closing in on twelve, she was still very much a tomboy, which was good. Harry couldn't really abide by those frilly types. The longer it took Faith to get that way, the better.
Carefully, he chose his path. Wondering with some worry, if perhaps he was too heavy for the branches.
"Whaddya doin', Harry? Get up here." Faith stretched, taking her brother's hand and helping him to the branch. They managed to get settled without being noticed.
An assortment of vehicles parked, and started to unload.
"Got dad's spyglass?"
Harry smiled mischievously, reaching in his back pocket. "You know it." He plucked the item out and passed it to his sister. "Don't hog it."
Faith snickered as she brought it up to take a peek. The first thing she noticed was that there were far more people piling out than could be in one family. "What gives? There's like fifty of them."
"Let's see."
"Pipe down and wait your turn." Faith crouched lower, continuing to watch. Nothing interesting was going on. Shrugging, she handed the small telescope back to her brother. "Dullsville. A picture show would've been better."
Taking the spyglass, the shaggy haired boy crawled out on his belly toward the edge of the branch. "You just got to know how to do it," He explained.
Snapping it open, he squinted through the eyepiece.
"Sure, teach me, Junior G-man." Faith rolled her eyes.
"Yeah, not much fun-" His voice trailed off.
"What is it? Whatcha seeing?" Her brother was acting odd. "Something wrong?"
"No, I--I think that's their daughter."
"So?!" Faith snatched the telescope from him. "What's with you? Does she have six arms or somethin'?!"
Harry reddened and glanced away.
"Ha! You're sweet on her, ain't ya?" Faith teased while placing the spyglass to her eye for another look. Her taunts died immediately when the golden-haired beauty turned to face in their direction.
"Mercy!" Faith exclaimed. Stumbling slightly, she reached to clasp the tree.
Her heart raced as she peered back through the branches. Here was the prettiest girl either of the children had ever seen...how one imagined a storybook princess to be, dainty but regal-- a real dish.
Faith gasped as the girl continued to stare.
"Hey, give it back."
"Shush, Harry. She's onto to us," the brunette whispered, batting the boy's hand away. "Don't move."
They both remained perfectly still while the blond girl gazed at their hiding spot.
"Daddy, someone's over there, watching us."
"Don't be silly, honey. Now come on inside and help your mother."
"Damn, she's leaving. Gimme that." Harry once again tried to wrestle the telescope from Faith, causing her to lose her footing.
"Ow!" The younster shrieked as she tumbled from the tree.
"No!" Swinging down, he caught his sister's hand. "Faithy, hang on. I gotcha. Don't let go."
.....
"See, Daddy!"
"Buffy wait!"
But the girl ignored her father and rushed over. The instant the two saw her approaching they both lost their grip.
"Aww crud!" Faith cried out, slipping to the ground. Fortunately, the lower branches and leaves broke her fall.
Buffy hovered near curiously while her father leant over the intruder, checking the girl for injuries.
Faith nervously scooted from him. "I'm okay."
"It's alright. I'm not going to hurt you." Hank reassured.
Buffy leaned closer. "Hi, what's your name?"
"Harry," the boy beamed, stepping in front of his sister to grab the blond's hand. "How do you do?" He shook it enthusiastically.
Faith snorted in amusement. "Dope, she's asking me."
Harry let go, blushing.
"Buffy, hold on. I think we should get them inside so I can make sure she isn't hurt."
"Buffy?" The siblings laughed. "What sort of name is that?"
Embarrassed, the girl frowned at her father. "Nevermind. It's only a silly nickname my daddy insists on using. My real name's Elizabeth."
"Nah. I like Buffy."
Faith's declaration won her an enormous smile.
"Well me too!" Harry chimed in, envious when Buffy knelt near his sister to check her over.
"Any pain? Dizziness?" Buffy asked in a very serious tone while carefully running her fingers through Faith's hair.
Staring up at the blond goddess, Faith shook her head.
"See daddy, she's fine. No bumps," Buffy informed him, still kneeling next to her new potential friend
"My little doctor," Hank chuckled and gently guided his daughter back. "I look for myself though, sweetie."
"Faith." The dark haired girl blurted. "My name's Faith."
Buffy's grin widened.
"Hank, what's all the commotion about?" Joyce stood out on the porch, calling to her husband.
"Nothing, but I think we may have a couple of guests for dinner."
To Be Continued (if you want)