Thanks a million for the reviews, you dudes are awesome!

I'd also like to say how shocked I am to notice a review by Electra126... That's pretty much, well, an honor, seeing as I've been spending the past month or so reading everything she's written. Seriously, all ass kissing aside. I'm in obsess-o mode.

(still in shock mode)


When I woke up the next morning I found my head was a hell of a lot better. Still hurt, but not half as bad as it did last night. One of the good things about havin' slayer healing.

But that wasn't the only thing I noticed - now Buffy told me to keep my hands to myself, right? So then... Well why the fuck is her hand up my shirt, holdin' some serious boobage? I mean I'm not complainin' or nothing, but it's weird as hell to wake up and find your shy girlfriend all touchy feely.

Don't think she's awake yet, 'cause otherwise I guess she woulda pulled back and been all awkward with me. And there's no way I want that, so now I gotta find a way to move her hand without wakin' her up.

"Buffy?" I whispered, just to make sure she was really asleep and I wasn't gonna make an ass outta myself. She made this weird mumblin' sound and shifted a little, but didn't respond. Yup. She's out.

So I moved my own hand under my shirt, in total slow motion so the movement wouldn't wake her, and grabbed hers to pull it away. She mumbled again, and it almost sounded like she was annoyed. Like even in her sleepened state she knew what she was doin' and was already missing havin' a handful of Faith boob.

That's when she woke up.

"Umm.... Faith?" I noticed her eyes were now open and focused on our hands - which I hadn't managed to get out from under my shirt yet. "Are you trying to get me to molest you?"

"Ya did that on your own, B." I couldn't help but laugh a little, even though I was scared shitless that she'd slap me or somethin'.

"I've been asleep, perv." She removed her hand herself, and didn't seem too pissed off thankfully, just a little embarrassed.

"Well then ya musta been dreamin' something good, 'cause you were totally grabbin' my boob when I woke up."

"Um... Sorry...?" She winced.

"Hey, does it sound like I'm complainin'? Grope all ya want." Her only response was a blush, which just made me laugh. Seriously, she acts like such a prude sometimes - which only adds to the surprise at how I woke up.

"I take it your head is feeling better?" Yeah, just change the subject blondie. Like that's gonna make me forget.

"Much. See, told ya I didn't need any special treatment, its healin' up just fine on its own."

"How do you know all the first aid isn't what made it heal faster?"

"Errr...."

"That's what I thought." She smiled all proud, and I didn't have the heart to argue 'cause it would make it go away.

"Whatevs. Perv."

"I'm not a pervert!" She pouted, which was totally cuter than the smile. Fuck I love her lips...

"Hate to admit it to ya B, but ya totally are. Maybe we shouldn't sleep in the same bed no more, I'm afraid of where your hand will go next."

"Faith!"

"Sorry, B. Couldn't resist." I grinned all nice and big, and I guess it made her suspicious of what I was gonna say next. "Honestly now, you can stick your hands wherever ya want. Hell, its encouraged."

"You wish." She blushed, with a shy little smile that's cute as fuck.

"Yeah, well so do you."

We left to see Giles a few hours later, after findin' a message on the phone where he explained that he had some more info on whatever the blue dudes were. And he wants to make sure my head is alright, which I'm totally gonna give him hell for. I mean come on, he's been a watcher for how long now?? He oughtta know this kinda shit happens all the time, no big deal. I'm fine.

"So what's the sitch, G-Man? Finally figure out what those smurf fuckers are?"

"Err... Well, yes, actually." He stuttered, still surprised by my random crude comments I guess, while takin' his glasses off to fiddle around with 'em like he always does. Really whats with this dude and his glasses?

"So fill us in. What's the whole gory story? Wait, let me guess... They wanna open the hellmouth."

He stared at me long and hard for a second, actually makin' me think that maybe I grew a second head or some shit, before puttin' his glasses back on and crossing his arms.

"Actually, Faith... Yes."

Buffy rolled her eyes, threw herself on his couch, and mumbled somethin' about the situation being total bull crap. Guess if ya face an apocalypse every year it would be pretty annoying... But so far I've only had the one, so i'm not too pissed.

"So I got it right. Wicked. This mean I win a prize?" I joked. They just gave me the dead pan stare I've gotten so used to.

"Well if you consider being given the chance to save the world a prize, then yes."

"I don't believe this." Buffy whined from the couch. "Can't the evil populace just give it a rest for once?"

I shrugged and jumped on to the couch - which she was currently sprawled over, so I landed right on her. We both bounced up and nearly fell right off, as Giles just looked on with what looked like a mixture of shock and amusement.

"Faith!!" Buffy squealed, pushin' me off of her. "What the hell are you doing??"

"Eh... Distractin' ya from the apocalypse mumbo jumbo shit?"

She stared at me for a minute, like she didn't believe I'd go and do that - and then she just laughed and laid her head down on my shoulder with a dramatic sigh.

"You're insane."

"Yeah, and I plan on draggin' ya right down with me."

"Yes, well... All... distractions aside, this is a very serious matter, and should be treated as such." Dude needs to turn off his Serious Watcher Guy persona sometime, it's all old hat.

"Sorry, G-Man." I shrugged, not really sorry. I think he noticed. "So what do we gotta do?"

He walked over to his desk, which was all covered in books and papers and Post-Its and shit, and kinda looked everything over like he had to double check before tellin' us anything.

"Well... I suggest you take them out before they're able to collect the things they need to successfully perform the ritual that will open the hellmouth."

"Cool. We can swing by the sewers again at sundown, kill all the fuckers."

Again with the dead pan! What the fuck?! This is bullshit...

"Faith... You're not in any condition to fight yet. You need to take a few days to recover your strength before I could even consider allowing you to take on the demons again."

"Fuck that! I'm totally fine!" I stood up and immediately got into a defensive stance, sick of all the concern shit people keep tossin' at me. I've been taking care of myself my whole damn life, for fucks sake! "Hell of a lot better than last night, and now that I got my ass kicked I'm totally ready for some revenge."

"I can't, in all good faith, allow you to go after these demons while in such poor condition. No pun intended."

"Poor condition my ass..." I grumbled, still on the defensive.

Buffy stood up and took my hand, I guess to calm me down, and I'm so totally whipped that it actually worked. I even fuckin' smiled, what the fuck is up with that? Goddamn this girl has me wrapped around her finger...

It was later that night, and me and Buffy were layin' in bed together as I pleaded desperately with her to get what I want.

"C'mon B, please??"

"No." She frowned, crossin' her arms as if daring me to question her. Tough shit B, I'm just as stubborn as you are. Think I'm gonna give in that easy?

"It'll be over before ya know it. Come on, I promise you'll love it just as much as I will..."

"We've gone over this a million times Faith, no, we're not ready for that yet."

"Please?" I whined, flashin' my best grin, tryin' to put in all my charm. She didn't budge.

"No." And with that she got up and headed for the door. "I'm going to see Willow, to talk about what's going on with her and everything. While I'm gone you're going to rest." She pointed a finger at me all threateningly. "No matter how much you beg, I'm not letting you go after those demons. You'll just have to wait."

"You're so evil." I pouted. She doubled back to give me a wicked hot kiss, so now I've determined she's evil and a tease.

Goddammit!!

Anyways after about a half hour of waitin' around, tryin' to keep myself busy so I could obey Buffy like a good little girl, when I figured it was time to put my foot down. Nobody bosses Faith around, not now not ever!

So I grabbed a few knives and one trusty stake, hid 'em in my boots and leather jacket, and strolled off campus, not givin' a shit that Buffy would have a total hissy fit when she figured out where I went. Fuck that, I can do what I want. I'm not that whipped dammit! Well... aight so what if I am, I know she'll forgive me so it's no biggie.

It took longer than I'd care to admit to find the right manhole cover. Really, they all looked the same and I didn't pay a hell of a lot of attention the first time around... The only reason I could tell it was the right one was 'cause of all the blue shit on the cover. So I hopped in and went in what I assume was the right direction.

It didn't take long before I was rushed by a nice big group of the blue dudes, all wantin' a taste of me. Too bad I came more prepared this time! I pulled out one of the bigger knives, kept my head down low and out of striking distance, and started hackin' away.

I swear there was twice as many as before, but they only got in about half as many shots to my head. But since I was still recoverin' from the whoopin' last time it was too many. I was already feeling the effects, gettin' all woozy and shit.

That's when I realized how much of a fuckin' moron I seriously am. I was knocked out cold within minutes.