Disclaimer: I do not own the show or the characters. Written for fun, nothing more.
Note: This story may not make sense to begin with. But stay with it, and all will become clear…I hope.
Whose Life Is It Anyway?
Buffy wandered through the darkened cemetery and sighed. She really didn't want to be here tonight. But slaying wasn't something you could just take a night off from; not in a job that literally meant life or death for some people.
But as she scanned the familiar surroundings of moonlit tombstones and shadowy mausoleums; she came to the conclusion that it really was going to be a slow night. Which worked out great, because it meant she would be in time to celebrate that all important one year anniversary with her honey. She smiled and dared to believe that fate might actually be on her side for once.
Unfortunately the thought came a little too soon and in that instant, the night sky was ripped apart in a flash of blinding white light. Buffy instinctually closed her eyes against the harsh light, and threw an arm out to further protect them. She stood firm as a strong wind ripped through the trees and threatened to sweep away everything. She didn't know how long she stood there, braced against the whirling winds and the impossible light, but eventually, after what felt like hours, but must have been mere seconds, the darkness returned.
It took a few moments for her to regain her bearings. She blinked to rid herself of the lights ghosting across her vision and looked up at the now velvety sky.
"What the hell was that?" She asked herself.
She supposed it was up to her to investigate, dinner would have to wait just a little longer. Grumbling to herself about the burdens of slayerhood, Buffy made it to a small clearing. She was frozen to the spot by what she saw.
On the ground, mere feet away, was a dark and motionless form. But even in the darkness, Buffy knew who it was.
"Faith!" She cried out involuntarily. Within seconds she was by the other slayer's side.
"Faith", she said again as she turned the girl fully on her back, "Oh god, don't be dead, don't be dead. C'mon, you can't do this."
Panic took over any rational thoughts. She felt tears blurring her vision as she registered the white pallor of Faith's face and the deep stab wound in her gut. With trembling hands she tried to find a pulse. After several tries, she found it. But her skin was cold and clammy, the pulse barely noticeable.
As she knelt beside her fallen counterpart, a million disjointed thoughts raced through her mind. What the hell was she doing out here? Who did this to her? Where was the weapon? What if she died before the ambulance came? This couldn't be happening. It wasn't real. What the HELL was she doing here?!
The ambulance...Shit! Fumbling in her jacket, she managed to grab her phone. Keeping one hand on Faith's own, she dialled 911 with the other. And she prayed to god she wasn't too late.
