"B, wait!" Faith ran after B.
Damn spell wore off and Faith didn't quite feel like she did mushrooms and got eaten by a bear. She felt like she did acid and got fucked a lot. She'd still make breakfast. She just had to calm B down. Because- big surprise- the men were idiots and couldn't hack it. Hey, at least Faith didn't have to go to Sunnydale.
B tried to use the trick of flying away. Not today, girlie. Faith had invented that trick. She flew in front of B.
"No! Get out of my way!" B said, "I don't know how you got my powers and I don't care! I don't care what you did to make Spike your human puppy-dog or that you have Angel wrapped around your finger in some sick sick way. You can have them! But you will not have me, Faith! Maybe all of you can just fuck and almost kill each other like it's nothing, but I won't. I can't."
Okay, maybe Spike was Faith's puppy dog, but puppies were a really big responsibility and they don't listen; and if Angel had ever been wrapped around Faith's finger there would be a lot less dead Slayers and Faith would have less scars.
"It meant something to us too, B," Faith said, "We all love ea—"
"No, you don't get to use that word in some trashy sick way. Throw it around like its nothing! Why couldn't you just have stayed an evil little bitch? You had to turn into some fake sleazy hippie! You have totally ripped open every wound in my life, and to you it's nothing!"
Ouch! A fake sleazy hippie? Where the hell…Oh, Faith was saying they all loved each other, but it wasn't like she meant it in a drum circle way. Love was blood and pain half the time. No one knew that better than Faith. Maybe it was that Faith wasn't wearing make up and had on her purple print dress. B should give her a break. Faith lived in the mountains and it was early. And Faith liked her damn dress!
Suddenly, Faith felt a familiar terrifying pain. Did you really think you were invulnerable to me? I'm the Goddess of Desire. I tried to teach you desire makes you weak, gorgeous. Looks like I have to show you. No! No, Relax, Lehane. No reason to go all Vietnam flashback. B had just kicked the 'ol war wound. No big.
"You okay, love," Spike said rushing to her on the floor.
She was okay. There was no reason for Spike to freak out, or for Faith to freak him out.
"Yeah, she just got me with those pointy shoes. Aren't those out of style yet? B's wearing them so I guess so," Faith said sucking in her breath.
Faith should get up, would get up, in a second.
"Since when do you know about shoes? Let me guess, the same time you started cooking sex spells on Valentine's Day," B said.
Actually, Faith learned about shoes before then. It was when Giles trained her to go kill Guinevere to save B. Poor Guinevere. But, G would never be caught dead in B's shoes
"Has the manipulation and pretending to be sensitive and soft to mess with Spike left you weak, love?"
Whoa, nice nasty English accent, B.
"I know you can take one kick, Faith. Your boyfriend clearly doesn't know you like I do. How long will you keep this up with him until you get bored? What do you want with him?"
Faith was hurt, but she should expect it. She did get kicked in her wound by a Slayer as strong as she was. Faith remembered telling B once that B would become just like her one day. How long would being right hurt?
"It's been three years. Almost four. And you're right I don't know her like you do at all," Spike said.
Faith felt some pain of the physical nature. This happened when the war wound got knocked on. She could hide it.
"What's wrong with her?" Angel asked. He shouldn't be out here. It was too dangerous with the sun.
"She's threatened by my wife. So threatened she has to hang on to their adolescent past," Spike said, "She can't handle not being on top. She has issues with s—"
"Not Buffy!" Angel said, "Faith, you idiot."
Faith kinda dug their dark comedy team vibe. It was just as good as watching them have sex.
"Wife?" Buffy said numbly.
Oh, right. Here we go.
"I'm all right. Blows your mind, huh B? Don't worry I haven't changed that much. There was quite a body count at the wedding," Faith said as she got up, "And as far as shoes—"
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! She really thought she was okay. But, apparently not with the whole doubling over in pain thing. It was bad timing for this shit! Faith had a change to come clean with B. Now B would take off before Faith's crippling pain all cleared.
She could hear Spike panicking. She couldn't let that happen. She grabbed on to his hands. All Faith heard was panic and all of her senses collapsed in pain. Then she heard Angel:
"Faith, I'm going to move you to the bed and look at your stomach, okay?"
Faith nodded. He was all stoic and polite. Faith just gripped Spike's hands to steady him.
"It's stopped for now," Faith said. Thank fucking god or whoever. This sorta was the worst knocking of her war wound ever.
"But, I don't think I'll be cooking breakfast for everyone anytime soon. So, you guys should clear out. Spike, what if—what if -"
What if the pain in Faith's wound got so bad that it gave Nephthys the power to come back? She could willed the bones Faith and Spike snapped back together, remake that slamin' body and come for Faith, for Spike! It wasn't like The Whore hadn't done shit like that before. Faith would have to call on Isis, but who knew if that mysterious bitch would show?
"Don't worry, love. She's dead. We killed her," Spike said.
"You can't kill her," Faith said laughed bitterly, "The bitch is death."
"Faith—" Buffy began.
Okay, Faith didn't want to scare B or anyone with anymore shit. Worse came to worse she'd make B hide Spike and just give herself over to The Bitch.
"I don't understand," Angel began as he rolled up Faith's dress.
FUCK! And there was more fuckin' pain. She felt Spike's had holding hers and Angel's face on her forehead. That was nice. They were the only things she could feel besides pain. She really did love all of them, or else she'd have a whole bunch of shame that would come out as pissiness.
Spike was taking care of that. Faith knew Spike was yelling at Angel. Taking it out on him. But that didn't mean he had no love. Spike wasn't one to be creative when he was scared.
"You have no sodding clue about anything!" Faith heard him say when her pain subsided and she could focus again.
Nope, her man was no genius under this type of pressure. He didn't do the helpless thing well.
"I know a lot more than you think," Angel said sharply, "And-and I'm sorry. If there was anything I could have done to help two years ago…"
Two years ago. Yep. Not quite to the day, but there it was. The older you got the more years started to feel like weeks. Where was that in high school when she needed it?
"I know what it's like," Angel said.
"You know nothing—nothing about what it's like!" Spike roared.
Okay, this wasn't leading anywhere sexy.
"You were checking up on me, Ang?" Faith and gave her best grin, "After I was such a—
Fucking Christ with a hot poker up her ass! It hurt! It fucking hurt! It hurt like it did that day and just to be fuckin' cruel Faith felt her stomach swell. Fucking Bitch Whore!
"Oh god, Faith. It was an accident. I—I didn't mean to hurt her. I didn't even mean to kick her really. I was just trying to run away. I was trying to run and I started to fly. Will she be okay?"
B was freaking out and Faith wanted to care but:
"I ruined it all!" Faith cried, "I was so selfish! I killed her, Spike. I—I could feel her dying inside of me. I fuckin' killed her!"
FUCK! Now is the time you want to open up your stupid bitch mouth, Lehane? That's what you decide to fucking tell him? Something he already knew and didn't want to hear? Why don't you just rip his heart out yourself? Damn, didn't she know it killed her when he cried? Well, she started it. Damn!
"No, love. No, it's not your fault. None of it was your fault," Spike said, "I can take some of the pain. All of it. Let me go get—"
"No! You can't go. I don't want you to take anymore of my pain!"
No fucking way! She held on to him as hard as she could. She didn't care if he started beating the crap out of her. Faith would never do that with him—to him again! She would die first. She didn't care how much he cried or screamed about it. She would just fucking die.
"It was an accident. Faith—Faith please be okay. Is she—She can't die. I won't let her. What can I do to make it okay?"
B should shut-up. Faith loved her, but the girl should really shut the fuck up, or else she was gonna learn a lesson that desire leads to helplessness. And Faith was afraid of what would happen to B if she found out about desire and helplessness where it wasn't wrapped up all neat like a teen vampire novel way. She didn't want B anywhere near this. Faith was alone on this one. That was what she wanted.