Three days later Faith and Sam pull up in front of Buffy's house Sunnydale, it had taken them all day to get here, but finally
Three days later, Faith and Sam pull up in front of Buffy's house in Sunnydale. It had taken them all day to get here, but finally they were. Faith had been slightly surprised to learn that Sam had a SUV, but was happy she didn't have to ride the bus.
"Here we are," Faith says looking over at the house.
"Well we ain't gonna get very far less you get outta the car. You okay?" Sam asks.
"Yeah…just…..lota history I'd rather forget." Faith sighs. Willow is standing on the porch now with Buffy right behind her. "Lets get this over with."
Sam shakes her head, "I'll grab the bags." She hops out of the car and grabs the bags. She watches as Faith drags her feet up the walk way, the blonde glaring at her, but Willow smiling brightly. "Hey Faith!" she calls and Faith turns. "You could smile, might get a better reception."
Faith glares, "Shut up!" she turns and makes her way ounce more up the sidewalk. "Hey Red, B."
"Hey Faith!" Willow says trying to make her feel welcome. "How's Angel?"
"Fangs good, said ya'll needed some help so here I am." Faith says holding her arms out slightly so that they can look her over slightly.
Buffy rolls her eyes, "Still cocky as ever I see."
Sam comes up behind Faith, "What's up Will?"
"Oh Sam!" Willow's smile brightens. "Angel didn't say you were coming!"
"Yeah well, here I am." She holds her hands out the way Faith had earlier.
Buffy groans, "Oh God, she's a mini Faith."
Sam raises and eye brow, "She says it like it's such a bad thing." Faith laughs rolling her eyes. "So we allowed in or you gonna make us sleep in the car?"
"Oh come in, Tara will be excited to see you!" Willow says. "And the girls are really excited to meet another slayer."
Buffy grumbles under her breath and Sam looks over at Faith, "She always got something stuck up her ass?"
"Usually," Faith says, she thinks about making a crack about Buffy and Angel, but she doesn't. "So what's the deal?" Faith asks walking in and finding the house full of girls. "What the hell?"
"Potentials," Buffy says. "So why don't you get ready we're about to start training, Sam."
Sam raises an eyebrow, "She's kidding right? She don't really think I'm going to listen to her?" She looks over at Faith who glares slightly. "Don't tell me!!"
"Whatch it Sam." Faith says laughing. "B, I don't really think she needs to be training with a bunch of little girls."
"She's a potential, she trains with the other potentials." Buffy says, turns and walks off.
"Okay I seriously want to know what crawled up her ass, died and made her queen bitch." Sam watches her. "Didn't anybody bother to tell her I'm not a potential?"
"Guess not," Faith says looking over at the dinning room, "Well look at brat all adult size."
Dawn rolls her eyes, "Hey Faith."
"I dare say this will be interesting." Giles sighs cleaning his glasses. "Hello Faith."
"Yo, got room for couple more girls?" Faith asks.
"I'm sure you can find a place." Giles says.
Tara comes down the stairs, "Hi Faith," she says looking over at Sam. "You must be Samantha, I'm Tara."
"Call me Sam, how's it going?" Sam says watching Willow put her arm around Tara's waste.
"It's good, I mean for being in the middle of an apocalypse and all." Willow smiles.
Sam laughs, "Yeah, I get that." She looks around. "So what's the deal here, I thought there was just a couple girls looks like ya'll are run some kinda brat fraternity?"
"There's a lot of potential slayers." Tara says watching Sam. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, fine, just…" she shakes her head, "I um, think I might go find Buffy and clear up that little potential thing."
Faith laughs, "Be nice."
Sam turns walking backwards, "Always am." She smirks at Faith who shakes her head.
"Was I ever really that cocky?" she asks. "Don't answer that." She adds laughing slightly.
Sam makes her way through the house finding Buffy in the kitchen, "I think we need to talk." She says startling Buffy. "Sorry didn't mean to scare you."
"Look, if you're not here to train then you might as well go back to Angel." Buffy says.
"It ain't like that, I'm here to help," Sam says shaking her head. "I think maybe Bro left out a couple things."
"Bro?" Buffy raises an eyebrow.
"Angel," Sam says setting down at the middle island. "I ain't a potential Slayer, I am a Slayer. I was called when Faith dropped off the radar." Buffy frowns. "Angel never really explained it to me. But I don't need to be trained like a potential. I got the same strength, same everything as you and Faith. Maybe a little raw but nothing a little practice won't cure."
Buffy shakes her head, "Why didn't Angel tell me this?"
"Probably thought I should tell ya. That or he thought I'd get sent running back to LA. He's not happy about me being here," Sam says with a slight laugh.
"I gathered that." Buffy says looking over Sam. Now that she's actually paying attention she can tell she's a slayer, she can sense it within her.
This happens to be the point at which Spike decides to emerge from the basement. Now we all know that Sam is a Slayer, and we all know that Slayers are born to slay. Which probably explains the knife that flew at Spike, and is know resting in Buffy's kitchen wall.
"Bloody Hell!" Spike yells.
Sam stands but Buffy rushes in front of her, "What the hell are you doing?"
"There's a vampire in your house and you're asking me what I'm doing?!" Sam yells looking from Buffy to Spike.
"He's good, he's got a soul," Buffy says as Faith runs in.
"What the hell?" She starts to punch Spike but he blocks.
"I'm on your side." Spike says.
"I'm reformed you idiot." Faith growls still attempting to fight him.
"Faith!" Buffy yells, "He's got a soul, he's good."
"Just 'cause you got a soul don't mean you're good." Growls Sam, still being held back by Buffy.
"He's fighting on our side!" Buffy yells finally letting go of Sam.
"Like Angel?" Faith asks.
"Nothing like Angel." Spike says irritated.
"Yeah like Angel." Buffy says. Spike rolls his eyes and huffs loudly.
"Oh, he's cool then." Faith says.
"Angel is dull as a table lamp, and we have very different coloring ya know." Spike grumbles.
Faith rolls her eyes, "Whatever, you big softy."
"Don't call me a bloody softy!" Spike growls causing Faith and Sam to laugh slightly. Spike frowns, he can smell the presents of a third Slayer, but surely…. "She a slayer?" he asks looking at Sam.
Sam nods, "You think a little potential can throw a knife like that."
Spike seems to think it over, "Guess not."
For the most of the next two hours Sam manages to stay out of the way of both the potentials and Spike. She's in the backyard training a little when she feels someone's eyes on her.
"You gonna stare at my ass all day or say something?" she says turning to see brown haired young girl, about her own age, standing arms folded over her chest.
"Donno, kinda like the ass." The girl says, "Got good form."
"Let me guess, you're a potential?" Sam grumbles slightly, noting the girls tongue ring.
"Kennedy, and you're?" Kennedy says raising an eyebrow.
"Not here to make friends." Sam says putting her hands on her hips, and looking Kennedy over.
"Well, I think you should, 'cause I'm in charge of training the potentials. Meaning you're going to be working with me." Kennedy says smirking slightly.
Sam rolls her eyes, "I'm not a potential. You won't be training me."
Kennedy frowns, "Then what are you doing here?"
"I'm a Slayer. I go where I'm needed." Sam says walking past her back into the house. "And I'm hoping that the little girls stay the hell outta my way." She lets the back door close in Kennedy's face.
Sam set down on the front steps taking along drag off her cigarette. Angel had been on her to quiet and she had slowed down but damn those girls were annoying. Buffy, Faith, Xander and about ten of the girls that had been here a while left half hour ago to meet some Caleb dude. Sam was supposed to be protecting the girls, but she was attempting to get away from them at the moment. She hears the door behind her but doesn't look around.
"I really don't think now's the time to ask me for anything." she says.
"I'm not," Tara said. "Would it be ok if I joined you?"
Sam turns around looking at Tara, "Oh sorry, thought you's one of the girls." Sam scoots over. "Have a set."
"Thanks," Tara said as she sat down beside Sam. "It gets a little crazy in there sometimes." Tara smiled.
Sam laughs a little, "I bet, it's like a permeate sleep over, and not in a good way." She shakes her head. "Don't know how ya'll do it."
"We find ways of escaping when we need some time," Tara replied. "But with everything going on...it's not easy to escape anything."
Sam nods, "Yeah, I bet. Tough job ya'll got here, turning a buncha kids into Slayers." She takes another drag from her cigarette. "Will said it was bad when she's in LA, but she never said it was this bad." Again she pauses. "So all those girls, I mean, they're just girls right? Is it really fair to lead them into battle?" Sam frowns and sighs.
"Maybe but they know the danger." Tara said, "Also they don't really have much of a choice in this whole situation. None of us do."
Sam looks downward toward her feet, "I know, sorry just thinking out loud. Lotta shit going through my mind." She pauses. "Wish I could be fighting with them ya know? It's what I do, when I don't know what else to do, I fight." She stomps out her cigarette still not looking over at Tara.
"You're doing something important right now...if the Bringers were to show up you're here to help us protect the girls," Tara said trying to help the girl see her importance.
Sam changes a glance over at Tara, "Wasn't looking to be made feel better, but thanks." She sighs. "Angel thinks I'm gonna fu...screw up." she catches herself. "Thinks I can't handle it. Every ounce of me is screaming to fight." She laughs, "Now you know my secrets, why don't you tell me something about you?"
"I'm sure you can handle anything; you have a lot of people here that can help if you need them." Tara said. After a slight pause Tara answered, "There's not really anything to say about me that you don't already know."
Sam raises an eyebrow, "Everybody's got secrets." She laughs slightly. "I tell you, one person's secrets I'd like to know, Faith's." She smiles. "Girl's got issues, not that I ain't but you know."
Tara watched the girl's eyes light up while she mentioned Faith. She couldn't help but smile and wonder if the girl knew herself.
"I guess everyone has at least one or two secrets. I remember when Willow and I first met I kept some secrets from her. It's always feels better to just tell the truth."
"I guess so," Sam says looking ounce more down at her feet. She's about to say something when she sees Faith running up the sidewalk. "What's wrong?!"
Faith gasps for breath, "Attack…set up…..girls hurt….Xander….hospital…." Is all she actually manages to get out.
Sam turns to Tara, "Keep the girls inside, put as many protective spells on the place as you can, and don't let them out!" She turns back to Faith, seeing a cut on her arm. "You're hurt."
"It's nothing, I gotta get to the hospital. Xander's eye's been gouged out. He was waiting, wicked mad too. I think we lost one girl." Faith holds her ribs. "Got the shit beat out of us too."
"Lets go, they'll be okay for a while, I want to get you to the hospital." Sam says looking back to see Tara still standing on the porch. "I'll be back with news as soon as I can." Tara nods and heads inside the house.
"They need to be protected," Faith says watching Tara.
"She'll do the spells come on, get in the car." Sam says helping Faith in the car.
Faith leans her head back, "Knew it was a trap."
"I shoulda been there with ya'll, steada baby sitting." Sam says.
"Coulda been trying to get the girls." Faith says attempting not to groan in pain.
Sam, pulling up at the hospital, "Or kill off you and Buffy to make it easier."
Faith rolls her eyes, "Whatever smart ass."
"I learn from the best." Sam pretends to glare, but can't make it seeing Faith in so much pain. She helps her out of the car and into the hospital. Buffy meets them at the entrance.
"What are you doing here? I specifically said for you to stay home!" Buffy is fuming.
"Yeah and you sent Faith to the house! She's injured, anything coulda got to her Buffy. But you don't care about that do ya? No, it's just Faith!" Sam's eyes shoot fire at Buffy.
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Buffy puts her hands on her hips.
"Did you ever think that maybe you could send somebody who wasn't injured? No, because you don't care. You don't care that you lead a bunch of kids into a battle they weren't ready for, and you don't care that you're fellow slayer was injured. Ya know, Angel really talked you up but from what I saw you ain't the Buffy he talked about." Sam yells.
"Like you know anything, you show up thinking you know it all! Well you don't, you haven't been here. You don't know the hell we went through." Buffy glares at Sam.
"No, I just helped fight Angelus!" Sam shakes her head.
"Angelus?" Buffy steps back, "What?"
"Nothing," Sam shakes her head, "It's nothing, Angel's soul's been replaced."
"Is that why Faith's outta jail?" Buffy asks.
"No she thought it would be more fun on the outside," Sam's voice drips with sarcasm and she rolls her eyes, "You think you know it all, but you don't. And you damn well better get your shit together. 'Cause you're leading a bunch of little girls to their death, and no matter what you say, it's not right."
"There's casualties in every war." Buffy says quietly.
Sam laughs harshly, "Oh yeah, I'm sure it makes it all that much better when you don't think about it being girls from twelve to nineteen."
"I was younger then most of them when I was called!" Buffy protests.
"And if you had it to do all over again and had a choice, would you choose it? Look around you Buffy, would you choice this?" Sam's voice is harsh. Buffy looks around not meeting Sam's eyes, trying to hide the tears. "Didn't think so, I'm going to go check on Faith. When you get up the guts to face them, tell them it wasn't in vain. But whatever you say, don't say there's causalities in war. Put a face with the name Buffy." And with that Sam leaves Buffy to think about what she's said. Sam finds Faith in a cubical. "You okay?" she asks watching a nurse bandage Faith's arm.
"I'll live." Faith says, "Look what you said to B….She's trying, you gotta cut her some slack."
Sam glares, "Faith, you coulda been attacked on you're way to that house! You needed medical attention yourself." She shakes her head. "They're not going to run over you."
"Calm down Sam, they weren't trying. She just had to get a message to the ones left at the house." Faith says.
"And you were her best option? Since when the fuck do hospitals not have phones?" Sam tries to calm herself down. "I'm not going to let her use you."
"Look there's a lot of history between B and me, but she won't let anything really bad happen unless she can't stop it." Faith says getting off the table. "See all better." Sam rolls her eyes moving closer she reaches out and touches Faith's ribs. Faith winces and sucks in a breath.
"All better huh?" Sam smiles slightly.
"Not funny," Faith shakes her head, she puts her arm around Sam's shoulders and leads her out of the cubical. "I wanna check on Xan then we should get back to the house."
"What about those ribs?" Sam asks looking up at Faith as they walk into the hall.
"I'll get them wrapped at home." Faith says.
Sam shakes her head, "Hard head."
"Look I've been beaten worse. And I will be again." Faith stops turning to face Sam. "You know this is war right?" Sam takes a deep breath letting it out slowly as if to calm herself down.
"I'm not a kid Faith. I know what war looks like. And when we get done, ant none of us gonna forget this. But just because I know it doesn't mean I like it."
Faith reaches out gently stroking Sam's cheek, "Don't mean anybody likes it, just the way things go."
Sam looks into Faith's eyes, "Don't mean it's fair." She whispers, stepping closer. "Dying so young, never knowing what a real family is…."
"You talkin about the girls?" Faith asks softly not breaking eye contact with Sam leaning in ever so slightly.
"Who else would I be talking about?" Sam asks know inches from Faith's lips.
"You, for one," Faith says brushing her lips against Sam's ever so gently.
"Maybe I don't need happiness." Sam says opening her eyes.
"Everybody needs happiness." Faith whispers again brushing her lips against Sam's, this time Sam kisses back.
Buffy clears her throat loudly and the two jump apart, "Xander's being taken to a room."
"Right, how's he doing?" Faith asks, turning to look at Buffy.
"I donno." Buffy sighs. "Not good."
"Sorry Buffy, I know you didn't want anybody to get hurt I just…" Sam sighs and trails off. "Tell him we'll see him later."
"Thanks." Buffy says turning and walking away but turns around a few steps away. "By the way, I think everybody needs happiness too."
Sam and Faith looks at each other wondering the same thing 'did she just give us permission?'
Notes: I forgot this in chapter one, but this is (as all the other Buffy as as well) Co-written with Sabr, also Paige is editing for me. which can I just say THANK YOU, and you ROCK to both girls, cause it's totally true! Anyways, of course I don't own anything, but my OC's. And please reveiw. Thanks, Heather