Hey! I have now decided that this might be a longer story than I thought, although I do have a rough idea of how it's going to go! Thanks to everyone who subscribed (even though I am the slowest writer in the world!) and reviewed, makes it all worthwhile! I love everyone's opinions so feel free to voice then, good or bad and I hope you continue to enjoy. – xCatseyesx
As always all characters belong to Joss, I'm just adding a little extra.
The sun set against a flaming pink and orange sky, colouring the earth a burnt amber. She was leaning against a stone doorway, absorbing the warmth from the last rays. A soft breeze played over her face, bringing with it the light fragrance of wood and plants mingled with the scent of compost. Her ears caught a sound, fainter than a whisper and she felt herself slowly turn and move forward, as if it were pulling her along. Her steps took her down a passage way, her fingertips lightly brushing the rough wall as she neared the end. The humming was gradually getting louder, filling her body with a pleasant vibration. Again she turned, her legs moving with purpose down another passage seemingly no different than the last. However, this time a faint glow appeared several steps in and increased in intensity the further she walked. She sped up, eagerly anticipating the source of the glow until she found herself there. The near blinding light was a bright, vivid red, almost taking up her entire field of vision. In the corner of her eye she could see something moving just beyond the glare, skulking in the shadows. Her hand reached out towards the light, fingers outstretched, the humming now reverberating through her every fibre, almost through her very soul. Just as she was about to touch it, the light went out and she was enveloped in darkness. Shrill screams, hundreds and hundreds all at once tore through her head; biting, scratching, tearing at her eardrums. She couldn't see, couldn't hear, couldn't feel anything apart from the pain of the endless screaming. Then, quite suddenly, she was awake. Buffy found herself lying on her side in the bed, her body facing the door behind which the potential's morning routine was going on as loudly as the day before. The blonde groaned and pulled her pillow over her head in an attempt to drown out the high pitched chatter drifting in from the shower queue.
We really need to install another bathroom. Far far away from those who patrol until daybreak.
A husky groan came from the other side of the bed. "Please tell me they are banned from the coffee machine."
Buffy froze, the pillow still tightly clasped in both hands, muscles ready for action. Faith! The previous night's events slowly resurfaced in her mind and she relaxed.
Faith. Is back. Helping us. Right.
"I think we will have to deal with Starbucks first."
She rolled over, intending to prop herself up on one arm but instead sharply inhaled. The brunette was sprawled on her side, facing away from Buffy. Her hair shone with a warm, copper tinge in the morning glow, long tendrils snaking down her bare back. The curve of a shoulder blade rested on lean back muscles which ended in two dimples at her hips. Faith yawned causing the muscles to tighten and relax in a fluid motion that was almost hypnotic to the blonde.
Hello? Earth to Buffy.
Buffy cleared her throat and managed to relocate her voice.
"Faith...you..." She trailed off, swallowed then tried again "You...your top! What happened to your top?"
Smooth. Real smooth.
Faith rolled onto her back and stretched her arms up towards the ceiling.
"They're both on the floor somewhere."
"Both...?" Buffy spluttered "You mean you're wearing nothing!?"
"What? I got too hot!" She dropped her arms and started tugging at the top sheet, skilfully detaching it from the bed. Grasping it firmly with one hand, the younger slayer sat up and turned her head to smile coyly at the blonde.
"You woudn't want me gettin' heat stroke now would ya B?"
With a final tug Faith sauntered out of the bedroom, the bed sheet held up to her chest, covering her front but leaving her back entirely exposed.
Buffy just gaped after her, not even paying attention to the commotion Faith was causing in the hallway.
"Hey! I was after Amanda!"
"Older slayers get first dibs on the shower."
The bathroom door slammed loudly bringing the blonde back to her senses. She rested her head against her arm and listened to the grumbling potentials.
"Who the heck was that?"
"I overheard Willow and Dawn having a heated discussion over someone called Faith?"
"Is she another slayer?"
"Must be although I thought there could only be one at a time..."
There was a pause, interrupted only by the sudden gush of water from the stolen shower.
"Technically...because I'm slightly older..."
"Don't even try it Violet or I swear I'll tell Andrew you're secretly into star trek."
There was another longer pause.
"Anyone else wondering why she was practically naked?"
Buffy groaned inwardly and flopped back onto the remaining sheets. Knowing teenage girls the story of a half naked slayer emerging from Buffy's room in the early hours of the morning would probably spread like wildfire through the house, becoming more and more elaborate with each telling. Not that it required anymore sordid additions.
Urg! Weird dreams, rogue slayers and gossiping teenagers. It must be a Monday. She buried her face further into the pillow. Never could get the hang of Monday's.