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Now on to the story!
Fuck... Why does it feel like my fucken head weighs a ton? And why do I feel like I'm in some lame ass disco club that's poundin' out music at full blast... And why the fuck can't I open my fucken eyes?
"She's lost a lot of blood..."
"Is she going to make it..."
"She's a bloody slayer, what do you think..."
Damn now I got voices in my head, just wonderful. It's like the last step to bein' full on crazy, now I'm an official member. Just perfect.
"Please Faith, wake up...."
I am up what the fuck are ya talkin' about?? Damn this is annoying... If I could just open my eyes everybody would probably shut the hell up. Shit why did it get so bright??
"Faith!"
"Don't gotta shout I'm right here." I mumbled, noticin' my voice was way more husky than usual.
As my eyes opened I noticed I was in Giles' place, the living room I think. They had me all laid out on the couch, with Buffy sittin' on the ground right beside me, and Giles looked like he was packin' up that emergency kit. Damn it Buffy! I'm fine, why'd she freak out and bring me here...
Before I even could complain she flung her arms around me, pullin' me into a hug that hurt like fuckin' shit. She musta heard me whimper like a little pussy 'cause she pulled back all fast and winced at me.
"Sorry..."
"I'm good, B. Five by five." I brought a hand up to my head to check for blood 'cause it hurt so much. "My head totally hurts like a bitch though."
"Well you're lucky that's all that hurts, Faith." Giles frowned, gettin' all fatherly on me. "Buffy told me what happened, and I must say I'm disappointed that you made such poor decisions without so much as consulting me."
"Come on tweed, don't go on lecture-y on me right now. I feel like shit."
"I believe that's lesson enough for now." He sighed. "But we'll be sure to have a little chat once you're healed."
I turned to Buffy, only just now realizin' that I got no clue what happened, and the confusion really isn't makin' my head feel any better.
"B... What the fuck happened?"
"Well I decided to take your advice, which, remind me to never do again by the way," she smirked, "by going down into the sewers to fight some demons. There was too many, they beat your head like a bongo drum, you fainted in my arms, and I carried you all the way here."
I think I'm blushing now, but thankfully nobody will be able to tell 'cause of all the dirt, blood, and blue shit all over my face. I mean come on, I never pussy out. I'm a bad ass, everyone knows it! So why did I fuck up so bad tonight?
"Sorry, Buffy. I'm such a dumb ass..."
"That makes me feel so smart for listening to you then."
Suddenly her pants started ringin', the thought of such makin' me laugh so hard I think I cracked a rib. Damn did tweed drug me up or somethin'?
"Please tell me that's your phone, and the ringin' isn't all in my head." She just gave me that little half smile I love and reached into her pocket to pull out her cell, only to cringe when she read the caller ID. "What?"
"It's Will." She flipped open the phone and held it up to her ear, then got up to go into the other room. If I wasn't all concussed and shit I woulda asked why she left. Instead I just turned to Giles and sighed.
"So what's the sitch, G-Man? Do I gotta take two pills and call ya in the mornin'?"
"No, I don't believe your condition is severe enough to require such measures. Though some Tylenol wouldn't hurt."
"Nothin' could make this feel worse, so if it'll help i'll take it."
He nodded and handed me a few little pills and a glass of water, which I took without a moments hesitation. Buffy walked back into the room then, closin' the cell and headin' right back over to my side as Giles just smiled and took the glass back from me, then picked up the first aid kit and left the room.
"So is Red seein' red?" I asked with a laugh that I regretted 'cause it hurt like hell. She just rolled her eyes.
"She's not upset... Well, not mad. It's pretty obvious there's something bothering her, and I guess I'm feeling a little guilty that I haven't been able to talk with her about it yet..."
"Then go."
"Umm what?" Fuck she's so cute when she's confused.
"Go talk with her. I'm five by five here, ya don't need to play watch dog."
"Faith..."
"Come on B, I don't need no babysitter."
"Who says I'm your babysitter?" Okay now I'm confused. "I'm not just going to leave you. Willow may be my best friend, but you're my girlfriend."
Aight I totally don't care how simple minded I look with this stupid grin on my face, my girl is fucken priceless so I can't help it.
"Damn right I am." She held a hand out to me to help me up, which I gladly accepted even though it hurt like a bitch to move. "Guess ya gotta carry me home, princess."
"Sure you don't mind being seen carried around like a little bitch?" She smirked.
"Hey I've been your bitch for a long time now, B. Go ahead." And so she lifted me up, so easy it probably looked damn funny 'cause she's all tiny and shit, and carried me out the front door after sayin' a quick goodbye to Giles.
This is kinda nice. Wonder if I can convince her to dress up like a naughty nurse?
"OW fuck!! Are ya tryin' to kill me here, B?!"
"Relax you big baby, it's just a little alcohol."
"Alcohol is supposed to make ya feel good, not like you're bein' set on fire!"
Goddamn Giles! Goddamn him and his fucken first aid kit he made Buffy bring back with us!! What did I ever do to him?!
"Well this is rubbing alcohol, not a bottle of Jack Daniels or whatever it is you're keen on." Buffy muttered as she continued to poke at my head with a little cotton ball that was drowned in said rubbing alcohol.
"Ya know some Jack D would really hit the spot right now." She jabbed me a little hard, and I shrieked like a little bitch. "Watch it with that shit, that fuckin' smarts!"
"Do you want to heal properly or not?"
"Come on B I'm a fucken slayer, I was built to heal up from this shit all on my own. I don't need no extra help."
"Well you're getting it."
"Damn it..."
She put the finishing touches on my face and stepped back to admire her handiwork. I put on my best glare so she'd know I wasn't pleased.
"There, all done. So you can stop complaining now."
"Hey you'd scream bloody murder too if ya were bein' burned alive."
"I never knew you were such a drama queen." She laughed. And ya know what, if it was anyone else they'd have some serious bodily damage right now. I swear she can totally get away with anything as far as I'm concerned...
"Look who's talkin', princess. You cried when I accidentally stepped on one of your fuzzy pink slippers when I was wearin' my boots so it left a scuff mark."
"Yeah and you still never apologized for that." She pouted.
"Aw fuck me..." I groaned, knowin' that resistance was futile. "I'm sorry. Okay?"
"Well now it just sounds forced, and I want you to want to say it."
"Why would I wanna say it??" She just continued to pout, and like a little pussy I caved in to it. Damn her and her adorable charm!! "Alright." I took one of her hands and placed a sweet little kiss on the knuckle, then flashed her the dimpled grin I know she's a sucker for. "I'm sorry?"
She was totally putty in my hands right now, it was wicked obvious. She got all shy and blush-y, and gave me a little kiss.
"Thank you." I grinned all smug, and normally that woulda pissed her off but I think she likes it 'cause it made her kiss me again. "You're so cute."
"Cute? Hell naw B, ya know I'm wicked sexy."
"That's obvious to anyone who has eyes. But you know you're also cute, and I can tell it's just for me."
"What do ya mean?"
"Little things you do... You act all sweet around me, and I know you wouldn't be caught dead being sweet in public."
"Damn right. And you tell anyone about it, i'll kick your ass."
"No you wouldn't." She stated all determined with a shake of the head. And fuck me she's right, I could never hurt her.
"Damn it..."
"I win!" She squealed - yeah squealed, it was so fucken adorable. "I crumbled big bad Faithy's big bad outer exterior! I always knew you were just a squishy ball of love underneath the tough chick attitude."
"Fuck that, ya know I'm a total bad ass!" She just shook her head, so I knew it was time for payback. "Say it, B. Say I'm a bad ass."
"Nope." She shook her head again with a little smirk, like she thinks she's gonna make me cave again.
"C'mon ya know it's true. Say it!" I tackled her on to the bed which made her let out a girly little shriek, and started to tickle her like crazy 'cause I know it's her weakness. "Come on B, say I'm a bad ass!"
"Stop it! You're gonna make me puke!"
"That's cool, it's your bed." I had her all pinned down but she was puttin' up a hell of a fight, and since I'm not at my best after the whole ass whoopin' it was actually wearing me down. I had to relent as the poundin' in my head got to me too much. "Damn mother fuckin' demons..." I grumbled, flopping my head down on to her pillow and closin' my eyes.
"Faith, are you okay??"
I found it to be pretty funny how worried she got about my health after I was just ticklin' the hell outta her a few seconds ago. It was like somebody just flipped a switch and she became the concerned girlfriend.
"Five by five.... Just gotta relax for a minute. My head hurts like a bitch."
"You should get some rest. Here, lift your legs up."
Before I knew it she had me all under the covers and was tucking me in like I was a kid or some shit. It was weird as hell. Then she started to walk over to the other bed, I guess to get some sleep herself.
"B, wait..."
"Yeah?" She was back at my side so fast I had to do a double take.
"Ehh... Do ya think you could maybe..." Fuck I hate askin' for shit! "Could you stay with me?" She gave me a sweet little smile, and even though my head totally hurt like a bitch I couldn't help but smile the fuck back at her.
"Of course. As long as you don't cop a feel."
"Umm no promises." I pouted, hopin' that wouldn't make her change her mind. Thankfully all she did was roll her eyes at me, then she climbed under the covers.
"If I wake up to find your hand in an inappropriate place..."
"I'll be on my best behavior, B. Promise." I grinned at her all nice and big to drive the point home, but she didn't look very convinced. I sighed and closed my eyes as the pain continued to pound me into sleepy land. "Just lemme hold you..."
The last thing I remember before fallin' asleep was feeling her wrap her arms around me, and pull me in so I could cuddle into her side.