Disclaimer: I do not own BTVS or Angel, all rights reserved Joss Whedon
Rating: 15+
Pairing: Faith/Buffy
Summary: Moments set in the wacky, fun, angst filled relationship of Faith and Buffy.
Note: This fic basically starts in season 7 of BtVS, the fight with the first goes down the same, but I've changed some key things in the season which gets us there. (so, basically forget Angel season 4 and 5). This story won't be a biggy.
Note #2 - Thanks to all who read and reviewed last chapter! Send some more feedback please!
Note #3 - Am looking for a beta reader for those who are interested, please PM me if your interested, experience would be preferable.
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Moments
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August 2003 11pm
"What do you want from ME? What is it that you think I owe you Buffy?" Faith seethes at me, half naked with an unknown-blonde-bimbo-watcher gathering her clothes from the couch. I really need to learn their names.
"First of all, I want you not to HAVE SEX ON THE SOFA! With a watcher! What would have happened if someone else walked in Faith? What then?!"
"Who cares 'what then'?! Damn B! I thought that stick was finally removed from your ass. Why do you care who I have sex with anyway? You've been on my back since the day I stepped foot out of those prison gates, and I'm fucking sick of it, what is this about? Do you want me gone? I'll go!"
"I want you to act like a leader Faith! A slayer! Whether you like it or not, these girls look up to you! They're young girls Faith. If this is the way you will lead them; then leave! I'm not stopping you. But if you stay here, in this school, you better start pulling your weight. I will not carry you anymore. I'm through making excuses for you."
"Excuses? I never asked you to make excuses Buffy, I never asked you for anything. I wont live my life like you live yours, shaded and embarrassed by what, who, you are. This is me; I live my life, my way. I'll help you and the new council as much as I can. But if you expect me to be you, then I'll leave."
"I don't expect you to be me, Faith. I just, I would appreciate it if you backed me up once in a while." I run my hand through my hair, wrap my arm around my waist and break eye contact with her, why is it always so hard with her? Why is it that I start off so angry, and all it takes is her, her words, her style, her reasoning, even her anger and I forget everything? She has this hold over me that she doesn't even realise she has. And it's not right. I don't understand it, but when I'm not with her, I want to be. When she is with someone else, I wish I was there.
And I don't know how to handle it; I go from being all nonchalant and easy going, to flying off the handle, to just her friend. I don't want her to go, but I hate who I am around her.
Her sighing brings me out of my train of thought; she grabs her black tank top and puts it on. Somewhere along the lines bimbo watcher has left.
"Fucking hell B, it's like you're two different people! One minute you are all friendly and shit, and the next it's like you wanna kill me." She drops to the couch with an audible sigh "Bloody women" she mumbles and runs both hands through her hair in a sweeping motion.
I watch her for a second. Her ease and confidence fleeting, I make eye contact with her briefly, and she seems so lost. Maybe as lost as I am. And suddenly a lot of things make more sense. We're the same, me and her.
"How do you do it? How do you pretend?" I ask quietly, before my brain can catch up with my mouth. I internally kick myself.
I start to walk towards the door, hoping to avoid an awkward situation.
"Huh?" She mumbles, with a look of utter confusion
"No, nothing, thinking aloud. Forget everything I just said. I'm sorry, sorry I ruined your night, just –" I cringe "Don't have sex on the sofa please? You can do it in your bedroom, with anyone you want, watcher, slayer, trainer, whatever, just, not in here."
"With a slayer huh?" She says as she grins at me
"What? Oh, yeah, sure, as long as it's, you know; legal. I'm suddenly not so tired anymore, I'm gonna go slay."
I grab my long black jacket, knife and a stake and head for the door.
"You may wanna catch up with, errm, I'm thinking, Melissa? She's probably just in the watchers quarters."
We make eye contact for a split second and I shake my head clear of all confusion and walk through the door.
I make my way down our drive and I sigh, why do I always do that with Faith? All night I'm going to be thinking about her and, Melissa, gah.
My thoughts are broken by the sound of the front door closing and feet running behind me. I turn around in time to see Faith put shake into her leather jacket and pocket a stake.
"What are you -?" I leave my question opened, still stunned by her presence.
"Don't think too much 'bout it, just thought you could use the company is all. Mel would probably be in bed or whatever anyway"
She smiles at me softly as she holds my gaze, she seems almost nervous.
We start to walk together. Slaying always was more fun with Faith.
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(Longish) Teaser for Next Chapter!!
January 2004 10:30 PM
"Faith, are you sure?" I ask, severely doubting my fellow slayers information
"Yes, B, I'm sure, now you can either sit here, alone, all night, or come out with me and slay some demon scum. Choice is yours." She grins at me, she knows I'll come. She got some information from 'a friend' who advised her of 2 – 3 local demons selling human blood, and other pleasantries.
"Are you sure we shouldn't tell Giles about it? I mean, it could be kinda educational for the other Slayers. Or maybe ask Kennedy to tag along?"
"Oh, C'mon B!" She whinges at me "We do this crap all the time, and we don't go running to G about it, we'll just say we were slaying and scored a lucky shot."
"Oh, I dunno Faith…."
Between you and I? I know I'll go, and I know it will be just her and I. But I like making me suffer.
"It's funner just me and you B, you know you wanna?" She smiles at me, and I lose all my resolve.
Who could resist that smile anyway?
"Fine." I sigh and walk out the door "Grab some weapons Faith. Oooh and the Scythe!!" I call out behind me
I start slushing through the fresh Cleveland snow, freezing, but I can't break tradition. It's been like this for months now. Faith and I will take the girls out slaying for a quick sweep of adjacent cemeteries and the shopping mall over the Hellmouth and return home around midnight.
But about 3 – 4 times a week, me and her will sneak back out, and slay together. It's the only thing that binds us sometimes. We'll have massive fights, stop talking for a whole day, but come that special time, the slaying hour, we both end up slaying together. The same routine as well; one of us will make contact with the other in some way, whether it will be a loud closing of door, or just simple eye contact, and will walk out the front and start down the drive. Within 2 minutes the other will be behind, ready. That's how we resolve our issues these days, but most issues are simple and caused by one of us being annoyed at the other, more often that not, fuelled by jealousy.
We fight like a well oiled team. Sensing the others actions and complimenting them. I don't think I could give this up, this bonding with her, its special, and it's ours.
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