3/Five-by-Five
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working on! Set almost directly after "Gone", Spike goes to the City
of Angels to seek help from the Magnificent Poof--I mean, Angel in
helping Spike "get" Buffy. But first, Spike has to help Angel get someone
else.
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Have you ever heard of "Writer's Block"? He decided to attack me while
I was writing this part.
This is also known as the chapter were nothing much happens. But you
should read it.
~*~ 3/Five-by-Five ~*~
Faith sat at the top of the stairs in her parents' mansion. It was the
Fitzpatrick Estate. She leaned her forehead against the cold, marble
wall, listening to Mr. and Mrs. Fitzpatrick verbally duke it out. She
couldn't stand being in this house with them anymore, hardly. So that
was why she usually went prowling at night. And it gave her parents
one more thing to argue about. She prowled because they argued, and
they argued because she prowled. It was a vicious cycle that would
never stop. Even if Faith stopped her little night sprints, it wouldn't
matter because her parents started fighting before she started rebelling.
Faith sighed, her ears ringing from the echo the cavernous, cathedral
ceilings provided. Faith Fitzpatrick was not going to sit idly by and
listen to that. She was going to go find someone to wreak havoc on,
or maybe she could go find Spike and get him to cause some trouble
with her.
That'd be fun.
Faith grinned and went to her bedroom, climbing out one of the
windows and setting off towards Xander's place.
***
"Ah! Xander!"
"Cordy!"
"Just a little bit farther...ah!"
"Almost...there..."
"Please hurry!"
"I'm hurrying!"
"Ahhhhh!"
"Right foot green, Xandy," Spike said sarcastically, having opted to
sit out while Xander and Cordelia played Twister. Buffy had been playing,
but she'd fallen earlier.
Cordelia and Xander fell in a pile.
"Crap," Xander muttered. Then he kissed Cordy, "Sorry, hon."
There was knock at the door.
"I'll get it," Buffy offered, getting up and going to the door. She blinked
at their visitor. "Faith? What're you doing here?"
Faith flashed a smile at Buffy, "Hey B." Her eyes flickered across the
morning. "Spike, dude," she pushed past Buffy and plopped on the couch
next to him. "What's up?"
"Watchin' the whelp and his bitch gettin' ready for a mating ritual," Spike
replied, spinning the little white arrow on the Twister spinner.
"Who are you calling 'his bitch'?" Xander and Cordelia asked at the same
time.
"Tight," Faith nodded and leaned back.
Buffy glared from the doorway where Faith had left her.
"Whatta 'bout you, Faith? Somethin' amatter? Or are you jus' here t' try
t' steal my car again?" Spike looked at her.
Faith laughed loudly. "God, you are such a badass little dude. But thanks
for askin', I'm five-by-five."
"Badass little dude?" Spike repeated, laughing.
"I like my badass little dude, F," Buffy plopped next to the blond boy and
snuggled up next to him. Spike wrapped his arm around her shoulder and
kissed her forehead.
"Blondie, wanna go wreak some havoc with me?" Faith asked, ignoring
Buffy. She wanted to go have fun, not sit with Buffy, Xander, and Cordelia
and watch them play *Twister* for god's sake.
"You underestimate the power of wreaking havoc in Xandy's basement,"
Spike answered distractedly, focussing on Buffy...more particularly, Buffy's
lips.
Faith rolled her eyes. "Well I'm not sticking around to watch you guys suck
face. See ya."
"Bye," Spike mumbled.
Faith shook her head and stepped outside. She smirked and reached into
her pocket for the wallet she'd filched from Spike...to find nothing. She
didn't even have her own wallet. She narrowed her eyes and spun around
to stomp back inside, but the door was already open with Spike holding
both wallets and smirking.
"You little--" Faith dove at him. Spike just stepped backwards and pushed
Buffy out of the way.
"Wha'? Did you *really* think you'd leave with my wallet?" Spike looked at
her, managing to take the fight outside.
"You were playing tonsil hockey with your bimbo," Faith growled. "You
shouldn't have noticed."
"And *you* should've noticed your wallet gettin' taken," Spike tossed it
to her.
Faith narrowed her eyes and snatched her wallet out of the air. "See
you later," and she stomped off.
Spike just rolled his eyes and went back inside.
***
Oz was practically tackled by Faith as he was walking down the street.
Willow lived about four houses away from Xander, and they lived a block
and a half from Buffy's house. Oz lived nearer Buffy than the other two,
but farther from Xander and Willow than Buffy did.
So he was sufficiently surprised when he was bowled over by a
distracted Faith.
"Hey...Faith?" Oz sat up, Faith face down between his knees. "...Do you
mind?"
Faith looked up at him. "Oh. It's you. What's your name again?"
"Oz," he scooted back from her and rose, offering a hand to her. Faith
jumped up by herself.
"Sorry," she muttered. "I'll be going," she took off.
Oz watched her walk off and shrugged, continuing on his way back home.
***
Faith launched herself over someone's fence, flipping and landing on someone.
She looked behind her, sitting on whoever it was's stomach.
He had a thick but not pillar-like neck and wore black clothes with a black
jacket similar to Spike's duster. He had deep, chocolate brown eyes and
matching hair. "Miss, could you please get off?"
Faith got up and stuck out her hand to him. "Dude, you gotta watch where
you're walkin'."
"Or else get bowled over by pretty runaway women?" he cracked the barest
smidgeon of a smile.
Faith smiled. "I'm Faith. Who're you?"
"I'm Angel," he realized then that he'd yet to release Faith's hand. He slowly
released it and and shoved his hands in his pockets. "You're not hurt, are you?"
Faith shook her head, "I'm fine. Dude, you okay?"
"I'm good," Angel nodded. "Well, I suppose I'll see you around, Faith."
"See ya," she waved and took off as he walked the other way.
***
He watched the two part ways, going in the opposite directions.
He smirked. Why, if he wasn't mistaken, things were going to heat up in
Sunnydale. Or his name wasn't what he thought it was.
Thank you everyone!
Blatant advertising: Read "Sun and Shadow", the other series I'm
working on! Set almost directly after "Gone", Spike goes to the City
of Angels to seek help from the Magnificent Poof--I mean, Angel in
helping Spike "get" Buffy. But first, Spike has to help Angel get someone
else.
Please ask me if you want me to advertise one of your fics in my fic.
=) LOL.
Have you ever heard of "Writer's Block"? He decided to attack me while
I was writing this part.
This is also known as the chapter were nothing much happens. But you
should read it.
~*~ 3/Five-by-Five ~*~
Faith sat at the top of the stairs in her parents' mansion. It was the
Fitzpatrick Estate. She leaned her forehead against the cold, marble
wall, listening to Mr. and Mrs. Fitzpatrick verbally duke it out. She
couldn't stand being in this house with them anymore, hardly. So that
was why she usually went prowling at night. And it gave her parents
one more thing to argue about. She prowled because they argued, and
they argued because she prowled. It was a vicious cycle that would
never stop. Even if Faith stopped her little night sprints, it wouldn't
matter because her parents started fighting before she started rebelling.
Faith sighed, her ears ringing from the echo the cavernous, cathedral
ceilings provided. Faith Fitzpatrick was not going to sit idly by and
listen to that. She was going to go find someone to wreak havoc on,
or maybe she could go find Spike and get him to cause some trouble
with her.
That'd be fun.
Faith grinned and went to her bedroom, climbing out one of the
windows and setting off towards Xander's place.
***
"Ah! Xander!"
"Cordy!"
"Just a little bit farther...ah!"
"Almost...there..."
"Please hurry!"
"I'm hurrying!"
"Ahhhhh!"
"Right foot green, Xandy," Spike said sarcastically, having opted to
sit out while Xander and Cordelia played Twister. Buffy had been playing,
but she'd fallen earlier.
Cordelia and Xander fell in a pile.
"Crap," Xander muttered. Then he kissed Cordy, "Sorry, hon."
There was knock at the door.
"I'll get it," Buffy offered, getting up and going to the door. She blinked
at their visitor. "Faith? What're you doing here?"
Faith flashed a smile at Buffy, "Hey B." Her eyes flickered across the
morning. "Spike, dude," she pushed past Buffy and plopped on the couch
next to him. "What's up?"
"Watchin' the whelp and his bitch gettin' ready for a mating ritual," Spike
replied, spinning the little white arrow on the Twister spinner.
"Who are you calling 'his bitch'?" Xander and Cordelia asked at the same
time.
"Tight," Faith nodded and leaned back.
Buffy glared from the doorway where Faith had left her.
"Whatta 'bout you, Faith? Somethin' amatter? Or are you jus' here t' try
t' steal my car again?" Spike looked at her.
Faith laughed loudly. "God, you are such a badass little dude. But thanks
for askin', I'm five-by-five."
"Badass little dude?" Spike repeated, laughing.
"I like my badass little dude, F," Buffy plopped next to the blond boy and
snuggled up next to him. Spike wrapped his arm around her shoulder and
kissed her forehead.
"Blondie, wanna go wreak some havoc with me?" Faith asked, ignoring
Buffy. She wanted to go have fun, not sit with Buffy, Xander, and Cordelia
and watch them play *Twister* for god's sake.
"You underestimate the power of wreaking havoc in Xandy's basement,"
Spike answered distractedly, focussing on Buffy...more particularly, Buffy's
lips.
Faith rolled her eyes. "Well I'm not sticking around to watch you guys suck
face. See ya."
"Bye," Spike mumbled.
Faith shook her head and stepped outside. She smirked and reached into
her pocket for the wallet she'd filched from Spike...to find nothing. She
didn't even have her own wallet. She narrowed her eyes and spun around
to stomp back inside, but the door was already open with Spike holding
both wallets and smirking.
"You little--" Faith dove at him. Spike just stepped backwards and pushed
Buffy out of the way.
"Wha'? Did you *really* think you'd leave with my wallet?" Spike looked at
her, managing to take the fight outside.
"You were playing tonsil hockey with your bimbo," Faith growled. "You
shouldn't have noticed."
"And *you* should've noticed your wallet gettin' taken," Spike tossed it
to her.
Faith narrowed her eyes and snatched her wallet out of the air. "See
you later," and she stomped off.
Spike just rolled his eyes and went back inside.
***
Oz was practically tackled by Faith as he was walking down the street.
Willow lived about four houses away from Xander, and they lived a block
and a half from Buffy's house. Oz lived nearer Buffy than the other two,
but farther from Xander and Willow than Buffy did.
So he was sufficiently surprised when he was bowled over by a
distracted Faith.
"Hey...Faith?" Oz sat up, Faith face down between his knees. "...Do you
mind?"
Faith looked up at him. "Oh. It's you. What's your name again?"
"Oz," he scooted back from her and rose, offering a hand to her. Faith
jumped up by herself.
"Sorry," she muttered. "I'll be going," she took off.
Oz watched her walk off and shrugged, continuing on his way back home.
***
Faith launched herself over someone's fence, flipping and landing on someone.
She looked behind her, sitting on whoever it was's stomach.
He had a thick but not pillar-like neck and wore black clothes with a black
jacket similar to Spike's duster. He had deep, chocolate brown eyes and
matching hair. "Miss, could you please get off?"
Faith got up and stuck out her hand to him. "Dude, you gotta watch where
you're walkin'."
"Or else get bowled over by pretty runaway women?" he cracked the barest
smidgeon of a smile.
Faith smiled. "I'm Faith. Who're you?"
"I'm Angel," he realized then that he'd yet to release Faith's hand. He slowly
released it and and shoved his hands in his pockets. "You're not hurt, are you?"
Faith shook her head, "I'm fine. Dude, you okay?"
"I'm good," Angel nodded. "Well, I suppose I'll see you around, Faith."
"See ya," she waved and took off as he walked the other way.
***
He watched the two part ways, going in the opposite directions.
He smirked. Why, if he wasn't mistaken, things were going to heat up in
Sunnydale. Or his name wasn't what he thought it was.