Title: Standing On Your Own

Author: Hope

Rating: PG-13

Summary: When a demon kills everyone the slayer loves, she falls deep into depression: No will to live, no will to fight. Because her heart is no longer in slaying, the PTB send back a certain blonde vampire to help get her back on track.....

A/N Please review!!!

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 "Why are you here?" Buffy spat, her tone venomous.

"Like the lady said, I'm Sunnydale's new slayer." Faith winked at Buffy, leaning against the doorframe.

"Hellmouth already has a slayer, pet." Spike said flatly, standing next to the fuming blonde.

"No, the Hellmouth has a stuck up brat who doesn't want to do her job." Faith replied, rolling her eyes.

"Oh yes, I seem to recall the grand job you did slaying, what with killing innocent people and all." Buffy remarked, crossing her arms over her chest. She saw the dark haired slayer flinch.

"Wait, this is the Rogue Slayer everyone was talkin 'bout?" Spike smirked, looking back at Faith "Hell, I thought you sounded bloody neat when I heard bout you." He looked down to see Buffy glaring at him. "Erm, not anymore, of course."

"So, I see you got yourself another vampire to play with. Got to admit, I'm likin' him better than the last one." Faith grinned, stepping forward and looking the shirtless vampire over. A low growl emitted from his chest as se stepped in front of him. "I really don't see what guys see in you, B." Shaking her head, she took a step back. "Now, if you two will excuse me, me and Ms. Duprece here have to patrol. See you around, B. Whipping boy." She smirked, following Lily out the door. Spike and Buffy just stood there, neither speaking. Spike bit his lip and looked at Buffy, waiting to see what she wanted to do.

Scowling, the angry blonde marched over to the couch, grabbed Spike's black tee and threw it at him. "Get dressed. We're patrolling."

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"Don't let it get to you, pet. You don't have to stop just because she showed up. You're still a slayer, bloody good one at that." Spike downed his drink in one quick gulp and watched the girl across from him. She had four empty shot glasses in front of her and was staring angrily at a fifth.  Muttering some filthy obscenities under her breath, she drank it down and stood, heading to the dance floor of the Bronze. Spike rolled his eyes, following the girl. He found her grinding up against some random frat boy, tossing her hair around as the music pulsated through the air. He clenched his jaw before walking up and pushing the protesting boy out of the way. Buffy giggled, draping her arms over the vampire's shoulders and continuing to dance.

"Jealous?"

"Who me?" He grinned at the drunk girl, humoring her and beginning to dance.  "Not a chance."

"Really?" Buffy shrugged, turned, and grabbed the nearest sap and started dancing with him. 

Spike smirked, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her back towards him. "I lied…….smartass."

"Good."  She said happily.

"Look at them. God, fucking having sex with their clothes on if you ask me." Faith shook her head at the dancing pair, sipping on a beer. Lily looked around, cringing.

"This is what you consider 'fun'?"

"Nope. You want fun, I'll show you fun." The girl stood, walking in the direction of Buffy and Spike. Brushing herself against a stunning blonde chap, she pulled him along with her, grinding her hips against his. He grinned in satisfaction, he wouldn't have to work for a meal tonight. Deliberately positioning herself and her new dancing partner in Buffy's view, she brought herself up to kiss the boy, not even bothering with introductions. He wasn't about to object.

"Bitch." Buffy ground out, watching the other slayer rub herself against the boy. Spike turned to see the other slayer. Faith looked up, grinning slyly. Much to his surprise, his slayer ground herself against him, trying to prove she was better than her opponent.

"Buffy, pet, you're drunk. Are you sure yo………" She cut him off, slamming her lips against his. He pulled away, taking unnecisary deep breaths.  "Buffy…."

"Shut up." She returned her lips to his, forgetting about Faith. Screw Faith. Faith didn't have a Spike, now did she? Buffy giggled, looping her fingers around the belt loops on his pants. She could have gone on kissing him like that all night, but no, some hell-related thing had to ruin it. They pulled away from each other as a large crash sounded through the room. Panicked patrons ran towards the door as the two slayers and vampire moved in the direction they were coming from. They were met with a group of eight vampires, two of which had already finished feeding.

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Short chap cuz I'm sleepy. Please review!!