I Remember II
By: Felidae Silvestris
Disclaimer: I don't own anything that Joss Whedon does. Which means I don't own Buffy.
I remember seeing her for the first time, dancing at the Bronze. Cordelia's comment about her being a "slut-o-rama" seemed aptly fitting at the time.
I remember patrolling with her. Synchronized Slaying, our very own Olympic event.
I remember how afraid she was of facing Kakistos.
I remember the look of betrayal on her face when I stopped her from killing Angel.
I remember the look of horror on her face when she realized there was a live person on the other end of her stake. God, that was a disaster.
I remember the reluctance in her eyes when she left with Wilkins.
I remember the rage she expressed on multiple occasions, the last when she beat her own face in.
I remember her falling after my knife, formerly hers, hit home.
I remember the complete despair in her eyes when I wouldn't forgive her.
I remember the way she looked at me in the police station. I could see straight into her soul.
I remember more recently, her return to Sunnydale. The part of me that had been missing was returned, although I was too busy saving the world to notice.
I remember the moment of complete understanding we had when I showed her the Scythe.
I remember being in complete agreement with her wanting to push Giles into Sunnydale-crater.
I remember living with her, how well we managed to get along.
I remember the night we first kissed. It was, appropriately enough, in a cemetery.
What I remember most, though, is that just thinking about Faith Lehane gives me something to sing about.
