Disclaimer: I don't own nothin...sooo yep.

Author's note: Yet again, no Beta. So grammatical and punctuation galore...also these were written at like 4 a.m. soooo yeah. Any tips or suggestions are totally cool.

Faith's POV

I feel the cold of the knife before I feel the actual pain. The cold steel was a shocker but the pain was a bitch.

"You…killed me" I managed to sputter, my mind began to race.

The look on Buffy's face was priceless, seriously a Kodak moment……but at the same time it caused this annoying pang in my chest……Buffy was scared? Worried even? I would have stayed on my feet but before I could brace myself on something, my knees gave out. I fall backwards crashing to the ground, smacking the back of my head on the concrete in the process. That fucking hurt. My mind goes blank and all I feel is a searing burn in my gut were the knife went in, I can't see anything or feel much…am I sleeping? Unconscious? If this is death, I'm going to be seriously pissed off. Before I have a chance to gather what thoughts I can process I hear my name being called. The voice is strained and almost in pain. B? I hear it again.

"Faith look at me!"

Yep it's defiantly B; I hear that crack in her voice that I love so much. If I could move, I would be chuckling or giving her my usual victory grin. I can't see her but I can totally hear it in her voice, B is actually wigging out about killing me…trying to kill me... I dunno too soon to tell. I want to get up, I want to walk away, I want to do something….fuck, anything! This whole sitch is getting to me, I'd fucking punch out the devil himself for a shot of Jack about now.

"Faith come on……come on Faith please….please"

'What? Were do you want me to go? I'm Right here B.'

I can hear the voice in my head go soft, as if a part of me wants to go hug her…comfort her even. While at the same time there is another bittersweet voice urging me to go stick her with a rusty nail.

B is holding me now. I can feel her hands on my face, smell her perfume, feel the heat her body naturally gives off. I drink in all that I can.

'You got me to love you B…isn't that a hoot and a holler. I have never loved anyone...not even my fucking Ma. But you….you of all people. Buffy goodie two shoed Summers got the big bad rogue slayer to love her.'

I feel my heart slow down in my chest, breathing is starting to become difficult.

'B…..I'm sorry……I'm so sorry….' I wish I could speak the words but I forgot how to.

"Faith….I love you……I love on Faith please……I love you"

No……..fucking….way.

I feel my head begin to fog…..I'm dieing…..shit…….No…No…..Fucking N.O. NO. I'm gonna live. After hearing her say that, there is no WAY I'm going to die now.

a/n: Any better? Any worse? Next chap will be a bit longer hopefully.