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Rating: 15+

Pairing: Faith/Buffy

Summary: Moments set in the wacky, fun, angst filled relationship of Faith and Buffy.

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07 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, or more often than 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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You know that feeling you get in the pit of your stomach? That feeling that tells you that something isn't right, whether it be the pizza you ate that night, or the fact you are about to be hurt? Well over the years, I've learnt to rely on that feeling, use it to my advantage, so why is it that I have that feeling right now but I'm ignoring it?

I'll tell you why; Faith, Big F little aith. As much as I hate the thought of me being hurt, I hate the thought of her being hurt more. That's why I followed her into this apartment block, and that's why I'm about to follow her into the penthouse suite.

Nobel, isn't it? Ha.

So do me a favour? If I die tonight, tell everyone I was doing it for a good cause.

"Faith, something isn't right here, we need help." I say to Faith in a last ditch effort to get her to leave.

"Damn straight something isn't right B! These bastards are selling human parts, killing people! Now I don't know about you, but this slayer isn't a fan of humans getting killed." She says, making it sound so simple; Evil over there, good guys here, good guys kill evil guys.

"Yeah, I don't like humans dieing as much as the next superhero, I also don't like ME dieing, trust me; that's not cool."

She rolls her eyes at me and crunches her face up

"Blah blah blah, look at me, I died, poor me." She mocks "Please, play another tune, every time you die, you end up back anyway, what you so worried about?"

"Well" I sigh "I don't particularly want you to die either."

"Already got it covered B, if we die, I'ma just gonna hitch a ride back with you." She smiles and takes my hand quickly "Now buck the fuck up, cos its business time."

As she says the word time she spin-kicks the penthouse door straight off its hinges

"Avon calling!"

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Before we knew it we were outnumbered, 4 Mohra demons jump us straight away and the thing about Mohra demons, they don't quit, they're sassy that way. Added to the Mohra's are about 8 Vampires, just in case you are wondering, when the biggest warrior demons, who are known for hating Vampires, end up working with Vampires, it basically means – bad.

Between Faith, me and the scythe we manage to off all the Vamps pretty easily, the Mohra's are different though, the only way they can be killed is by crushing a Jewel on their head, and it's not like they just sit there and wait for you to smash it, they fight. They fight good.

I've never faced these demons before, but for some reason, I feel I have, like maybe I have fought them, but just forgotten?

Anyway, if it were one demon, it would be an easy kill, between Faith and I it would have been over in a matter of minutes, but 4s a bit much.

Both Faith and I manage to kill a demon each within about 15 minutes of one on one fighting, levelling the fields a bit, but the demon I killed managed to get in a few lucky shots and at least 4 ribs are broken and quiet possibly my arm.

I twirl the scythe in my good hand and swing it at the Mohra's head, unfortunately though, these things don't get damaged very easily, and the scythe just ricochets off its head.

I get in a lucky shot and trip the demon, while he is down I try to scissor kick the jewel in his head, unfortunately as my foot goes down he grabs it, twists it hard and pushes me away, I try to regain my footing but my ankle starts to give way, and as I prepare to tuck and roll, Mr Mohra grabs my neck and raises me off the floor, against the wall.

I squeal and try and get Faith's attention, in all the fun I have forgotten about her, and see her in a hand to hand fight with her Mohra. She hears my squeal and starts trying to get passed the demon.

In the mean time, I'm trying to fight free from the mohras grip, but with a possibly broken arm and ankle, my chances aren't looking that good, I raise my good foot and go for a kick to the crotch region of his anatomy, all it seems to do is make him angrier, he tightens his grip on my neck and I find myself unable to weaken it.

As I'm about to give up hope, I see Faith trip her demon and crush the jewel with the scythe, she starts running up to the Mohra, with the scythe raised – aiming for the back of its head, she manages to hit it upside the head, but the mohra drops me to the floor and goes for Faith, it walks over to her and grabs her arm, twisting it, I hear it crack – its definitely broken.

She screams out in pain but lunges forward all the same, head butting the Mohra right in the head, knocking herself out, but killing the demon.

She sinks to the floor as I run over to catch her. I skid to a halt near her, sinking to the floor to try and scoop her up.

I survey her injuries quickly, broken right arm, cuts all down her left, broken ribs, and a big cut across her forehead, blood is seeping all over her face. I quickly feel for a pulse and make sure she is breathing, both in the clear.

I rip the bottom of my shirt and clear some of the blood from her face.

I gently try to wake her, but to no avail, she's out.

"Come on Faith, haven't you had enough comas? Is that like your thing? Coma girl? Come on!!" I say with urgency, I doubt that these demons were alone and I don't want to be here when the rest return.

I quickly send an SOS to Willow and Giles through my cell phone, I get an SMS back almost instantly telling me they have picked up on my location and are on their way.

"Faith, wake up! No coma this time, no death either, I like having you around!"

I find myself starting to cry, Faith's bleeding is getting really bad, and her pulse is weakening, if they don't get here soon, I'm not sure she will make it.

I keep talking to Faith, trying to clean her wounds and somehow entice her to return to the land of the awake. I can't have her dead; she means too much to me, she's the only one who gets me, who listens to me.

I can't stop my tears now, and am trying to stay alert enough to hear the cavalry arrive.

Faith begins to stir in my arms, but as soon as she starts, she cries out in pain.

"Fuck B" she slurs as she opens her eyes "What the fuck? The pain, damn, too much." She manages before passing out cold, again

I slap her face slightly, looking for any sign she is conscious

"Whya hittin me for B?" She says softly "Wanna sleep."

She's still bleeding badly from her head, and her breathe is coming out really shallow, I need her conscious.

"Faith, please, No sleeping yet, please, I can't do this without you" I cry to her "I can't go on every day knowing you wont be here." She opens her eyes slightly, looking straight at me, she starts to say something but I stop her

"I am completely head over heels in love with you and if you die right now, I'll never get to show you how much." I say, looking her dead in the eyes, not sure why I'm telling her this right now, but I know it's the truth. I Love Faith Lehane.

"B?" She slurs sleepily "I think I hit my head hard." She manages slowly "Didya say you love me?" she asks, still out of it and confused.

"Yes, I did." I smile at her

"Fuck me." She says and passes out again

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Teaser for next chapter below

19 January 2004

Faith spent 2 days in a coma, Giles, Willow and 7 Slayers turned up shortly after my confession, and took Faith and I back home.

The house/school is decked out with an entire hospital thing, and we have a couple of doctors/watchers on call. Faith had her right arm broken in 3 different places, 6 broken ribs, and some internal bleeding. By the time she woke from the coma she was well on the way to recovery. I got out pretty lucky with a broken wrist, twisted ankle and 3 broken ribs. I spent most of my time next to Faith, waiting for her to wake up.

Once she woke up though, things just went from weird, to weirder.

We sat and had a small talk when she was well enough, and she brought up my confession in a very round about way, I told her I meant what I said and she wasn't imagining it and she said she wasn't 'Relationship Girl'.

And that was pretty much the last time we spoke, we don't slay together, our little ritual of fighting then meeting up for slaying later stopped, and she barely speaks 2 words to me.

I figured she just needed time, you know? I got that, and I was ok with that, I was happy to give her space, and understood she didn't want a relationship, I could understand that she wasn't ready.

But then announcing at my birthday party, in front of all of us, that she is in fact ready to date someone, someone who isn't this blonde slayer, but a Blonde watcher named Melissa, well that, that I don't understand.

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(FYI The Mohra demon appeared in the Angel episode 'I Will Remember You', yeah, you know the one)