Grr... I've been wanting to update for a while, but a combo of ff.net and computer
problems stopped me. Sorry 'bout that :-)


Dear Faith

By Lily (lily_livered@hotmail.com)

"Xander... Are you sure we've done the right thing?" Giles frowned
and took off his glasses to rub the bridge of his nose.
"Hey, G-Man," Xander ignored the brief glare that Giles gave him for
using the nickname. "I'm still digesting the fact that she actually came -- I
haven't got to second guessing myself yet." He grinnned. "But now that you've
burst my happy little bubble..." He shrugged. "I do think we've done right.
Because Dawn needed her home, Sunnydale needed her here, and pretty much the
whole world needed her on our side again. And I think that Faith needed all of
that stuff as well, to help her with the whole redemption thing."
Giles paused in his pacing to take in the long speech -- it was something
that Xander only did rarely, and then only when he had something important to say.
"And Willow?" Giles said finally. "How is she handling Faith's return?"
"She's dealing." Xander sighed. "And even though she isn't mad at me any
more for it, she still isn't ready to be friends with Faith. Or even civil to her,
really."
Giles allowed himself a wry smile. "I don't imagine she would."
"I think she was really looking forward to Faith being evil next time she
came to the dale. Because now, with her witchy powers, she is a lot stronger than
the Willow that Faith knew back then. I mean, before she had trouble just dusting
a vampire, but now she can almost hold her own against a god. I think that Willow
could take her on, no trouble."
"Yeah, I'm such a bad ass."
Both men jumped at the sound of Willow's voice coming from the front doorway.
"So, uh, Will. How long have you been--"
"Listening to you two talk about me? I just caught Xander's whole celebrity
death match fantasy starring me and Faith." Willow smirked and let the door close as
she walked over to Giles' living room.
"We were just... We didn't actually think that you would attack Faith." Giles
rushed to defend their conversation.
"You were right, though. I could so take her." Willow informed them. "I could
open a big ol' can of Willow whoop-ass..." She trailed off, seeing Giles' face fall
into its familiar, dissapointed, frown. "Not that I would though, obviously. I'm a good
guy, she's a good guy. I was just saying that if she went back to the dark side or
whatever..."
As Giles and Willow went into the kitchen to make some tea, Xander grinned
to himself.
"Now... That is one deathmatch I'd like to see. With bikinis... and in mud."