Faith - Chapter 11
From her position at the edge of the trees, Faith watched Buffy make her way toward the motel after prowling once or twice around the shed where Xander was being held. What the hell?!
Like Buffy, Faith's first instinct would've been to burst in, guns blazing, but unlike Buffy, she never reconsidered her instincts or made plans. Thus, she had no idea what the other Slayer was up to. She only knew Xander must be saved - and fast! Pushing herself to her feet, Faith half loped, half hobbled across the parking lot toward the shed. Despite the trauma to her ankle, she was moving better now. Thank God for Slayer healing and a healthy shot of adrenalin!
Without a moment's hesitation, she aimed herself at the door where Joskovitch and his victim had entered, and barreled on through, knife ready in one hand. She stopped short at the sight of Xander's trussed body laying on a slab and the motel owner poised to strike his neck with a cleaver. His arm was frozen almost comically in mid-air, mouth open in surprise, as he registered her presence.
Moving on instinct she threw herself toward the man, chopping up with one arm to knock the weapon from his hand. Her dive coupled with her bad ankle toppled her face down on the floor, but she quickly rolled over and with a back arch, sprang to her feet again. Mr. Motel Hell was reaching for another implement of destruction from the wall full of sharp edged dealies. Faith put all her weight on her injured leg, gritting her teeth against the pain, and swept out with her other foot, knocking both legs out from under her adversary. He fell with an 'oof' to the floor and instantly began trying to scuttle away on all fours.
Faith took advantage of his weakened position and attacked him with the knife still clutched in her right hand. She drove the blade in between the ribs of his back with a satisfying 'thunk'. Blood gushed out of the wound, as she withdrew the knife. The man let out a piteous scream, and at the same time Faith realized that Xander was shouting "No!" at her. She stopped herself, just in time, from delivering a second, killing blow.
"Faith, stop! He's human. You can't kill him. Tie him up, then call the police," Xander was saying.
"Right. I knew that," Faith muttered, thinking what a drag it was to bring ethics into what was, to her, a black-white situation. Bad guy - bad. Must be killed. Buffy and her friends made it all so difficult.
She wiped her knife on the cannibal's shirt, stood up, kicked him over to his side so he wouldn't be crawling anywhere, then looked around for something to tie him up with. The rope binding Xander looked useable so she stepped over to him and began untying.
"Man, you got here just in the nick. How did you make it out of the woods?"
She rolled his body so she could pick at the knot at his wrists. "Buffy," she answered. "I got her out of the hole, then we followed the moon."
Xander started to laugh, realized Faith was serious, and backpedaled. "That Buffy, she's quite a woodsman....er...woman." He paused. "So where is she?"
"I don't know." Faith unwound the rope and Xander began chafing the feeling back into his hands. "She took off for the motel for some reason."
Thrusting her knee in the small of Joskovitch's back and driving him down to the floor again, Faith started tying with vicious tugs at the rope. The blood from his wound was soaking through his shirt and got on the knee of her pants, really pissing her off.
Xander had finished loosing his legs and came over to help. "Um, Faith, maybe we'd better do something about that stab wound. He's bleeding pretty heavily." He looked around, found an old rust-stained rag ('or maybe it was something much yuchier than rust,' he thought), and pushed it up under the man's shirt, staunching the flow a little.
"Happy now?" Faith asked, continuing to truss up their criminal.
"Hey, I know it'd be a lot easier and probably more satisfying to just off the guy, but this isn't "The Sopranos"," Xander argued. "America. Court system. Innocent until proven...yada, yada."
Faith glanced up at him and rolled her eyes in disgust. "He was about to kill you and there's a woods full of body parts. What more proof do you need?" She wavered as she rose to her feet, and Xander steadied her with a hand to the elbow, then they both stood, arms crossed, looking down at the cannibal.
Meanwhile.....
Buffy ran toward the motel, well aware that every second might cost Xander his life. She was convinced that she needed the leverage of a hostage - little crazy Marcy - to get her friend away from his captor. But where would she find the pasty-faced midget?
At the rear of the building was a door leading into what looked to be the family's dwelling, behind the main office. Buffy was heading toward it when she tripped on something in the dark and fell to her knees. She glanced behind her and saw a shadowy, grayish blob. She poked at it with her toe and felt the solid mass give in that way she was too familiar with. Only dead bodies had that particular feel. Reaching out her hand, she touched the still-warm corpse. Fur met her fingertips. Xander's pup.
"Now you've got me really pissed!! Killing poor little dogs!" The Slayer scrambled to her feet and lurched toward the door, turned the knob and entered a narrow, darkened hallway. She froze and listened for any movement, heard nothing, and began to feel around for a light switch. She flicked the switch up and down with no response, gave up and crept sightlessly down the hall.
Buffy heard noises coming from somewhere up ahead. There was the whir of a blender, and the heavy tread and tuneless humming of what could only be Mrs. Joskovitch moving around her kitchen. Great! She'd make as good a hostage as the kid, and Buffy would feel less guilty using her as such. Continuing to feel her way down the dark hall, she picked up her pace a little. Suddenly, Buffy felt a wicked pain in her shins and she was falling down for the third time that evening.
"This is getting ridiculous," she thought as she tumbled, pain arching up from something slicing into her legs. "What the hell is it this time?" As her arms took the jarring blow of her body weight, she immediately rolled to one side and simultaneously reached back to feel for what had caused her fall. It was something thin, and sharp. Razor wire. Another booby trap, which could only mean.....
Whump!! Buffy felt the air move by her ear as a knife whizzed past and buried in the floor next to her, right where she would've lain if Slayer reflexes hadn't caused her to twist out of the way. In the shadows next to her, she saw the blur of a pale face and thin white hands struggling to pull the embedded knife out.
"Hold on there, little girl!" She grabbed one bony wrist and held on to Marcy, who writhed in her grasp like an eel and snapped at her like a tiny shark.
"Maw-meeeeeee!!!!" screeched the little hellion, and there was an answering cry, "Sweetie-pie?" then the thunder of heavy footsteps barreling toward them from the other room. The hall was suddenly flooded with light as a door at the far end was kicked open and the enormous figure of Mrs. Joskovitch was framed in the doorway.
"Oh great. Now I have to deal with the Bad Seed and Miss Trunchbull at the same time!" Buffy thought, trying to pry the girl's jaws from her arm where she had dug in like a pit bull, and debating whether to face the huge woman who was bearing down on her or to make a quick exit back outside.
Though the hall was dim, one look at the enraged mother coming to defend her cub, decided it. Buffy skipped back over the taut wire and tumbled through the exit door, still attached to Marcy.
She hit the ground, rolled and rose in one smooth move, then raced toward the shed, biting back a scream of rage at the pain in her arm and the urge to shake the little rugrat 'til she broke her neck. Glancing over one shoulder, she saw that her pursuer hadn't emerged from the building yet.
Buffy battered at the door of the shed with her free arm, screaming for Mr. Joskovitch and demanding Xander's release. It suddenly opened inward, just as she delivered a Slayer-sized blow, and Buffy fell into Xander himself, who caught her and set her back on her feet.
"Buffy?!"
"Xander! How'd you get.....Faith?!"
"Hey, B, who's your little friend?"
"Hostage. And her mother's right behind me so...."
Out of the back door of the motel steamrolled the Joskovitch matriarch, bellowing wildly.
"Oh shit," Xander supplied.
"Hold it right there or the kid gets it," Faith improvised. The woman came to an instant screeching halt and stood there panting and sweating.
"Where's Paw?" she asked.
"Tied up inside. Now, just put the cleaver down and we'll let your little girl go." Xander's voice was as soothing as if he were trying to reason with a Rottweiler. She slowly lowered her cutter and finally dropped it to the ground with a thunk.
Buffy managed to loosen Marcy's grip on her arm, and had ten blood-oozing crescents plus a nice bite impression in her skin to show for the confrontation. The child flew to her mother and clambered up her like a tree. Without a pause, Mrs. J. scooped the child into her embrace....then took off running around the edge of the building, across the parking lot, toward the woods.
"Not again! I am so not up for this!" Buffy took off into a half-hearted trot after them, with Faith and Xander lagging behind.
Just then a car tore into the parking lot in a rattling spray of gravel and stopped almost in front of them. From Willow's new, and now very dusty, vehicle jumped Spike. He took in the fleeing woman and the pursuing Slayers, then made a flying leap and tackled the Amazon to the ground. She fell hard, landing on her little girl, who let out a pained squeal.
But the fight wasn't out of her yet and she tried to wrestle away from Spike and regain her feet. He landed a solid blow to her head, which bounced once off the hard gravel of the parking lot, then lay still.
Little Marcy crawled from underneath her mother's obese body and stood whimpering and glaring at Spike. He started to reach for her and she snarled and snapped at him, standing over her mama with feral protectiveness. Spike retreated, realizing the kid wasn't going anywhere.
The two Slayers and Xander limped up, and they all stood gazing at the sad little tableau of mother and child and wondering what would happen next.
************
Hours later, after the police and the questions and statements and countless cups of bad coffee down at headquarters, the Scoobies were finally crashed in the Summers' living room. Everyone had told his or her part of the story, first to the authorities, then to Dawn and Willow. Now they stretched out in utter exhaustion, trying to muster the energy to go to bed and get a couple of hours sleep before morning.
"I've got to get home." Willow yawned hugely and rose from her spot on the ottoman. "Spike. Keys."
He moved Buffy off his lap long enough to fish them out of his pocket and toss them at the Wiccan, who caught them deftly, then he settled his Slayer firmly back down in the deep armchair they shared.
"And there better not be a scratch, mister....not a scratch!" Willow admonished as she headed out the door.
"Dawn. You too. School tomorrow," Buffy reminded.
"Hello! Almost an adult here. I think I know how much sleep I can function on!" Dawn snapped as she stretched back on the living room rug. She had actually been about to go, but now that Buffy TOLD her to.....well.
Buffy opened her mouth again, but caught Spike's eye with his 'let it go' expression and turned to Xander instead.
"You're exhausted. Why don't you just sleep on the couch tonight?"
Since he'd already been almost asleep, stretched out on his end of the sofa, Faith's hurt ankle elevated across his legs, it was easy to acquiesce. Xander simply nodded and closed his eyes.
Faith gave a bone cracking stretch and eased her aching body off the couch. "Guess I'll turn in, too." Xander's eyes instantly flew open again.
"Need help upstairs?" he asked, then jumped up to lend her an arm around the waist.
Dawn looked at them speculatively and smiled.
Buffy looked at them speculatively and frowned.
Spike couldn't care less and nuzzled into his beloved's tender neck, glad to have her back safe once more. Whatever changes this new Slayer might bring, he had decided he was more committed than ever to sticking to Buffy, even if his presence meant she could never have a 'normal' life.
********** Upstairs, Faith leaned into Xander more heavily than she needed to and he was happy to have her weight pressed against him. He helped her into Willow's old room and sat her on the edge of the bed, then knelt at her feet to check the dressing on her ankle. It was clean and fresh, since Willow had put it on only an hour before, but he was enjoying fondling her foot and she was enjoying having him do it.
Faith thought, if she hadn't been so goddamn tired she would encourage it to go well beyond the fondling stage. As it was, she could barely manage a smile and a quiet "Thanks," as he rose and laid her back on the bed, removing her jeans and tucking her under the covers like a child.
He hesitated for a moment, standing by her bedside, then sat down on the edge.
"Thank you." He answered her gratitude with his own. "You saved my life."
"And you saved mine in the woods. I would've bled to death....or frozen...if you hadn't been there," she replied.
"We make a good team," Xander said, then could've bitten his tongue at the corniness of it. What an idiot he could be!
But Faith only smiled and looked at him through heavy lidded eyes. "Damn straight," she murmured.
"Wonder what the Council will do with you now?" he wondered aloud.
"At this point, I don't give a shit. Watcher or no Watcher, I'm not leaving Sunnydale. Not for awhile anyway."
Xander nodded and put his hand over Faith's where it rested on the covers. Feeling more peaceful than she ever remembered being, she let it stay there and fell asleep with the warm weight of it securely anchoring her.
END
I know. I know. I promised sex and never delivered. But it was just too soon for them couldn't you tell? It would take many episodes for them to reach that point. I believe with the new development in the real show (spoiler for next year...don't read any farther if you don't want to know.....) where Faith is supposed to take over the Slayer duties after Sarah Michelle Gellar leaves, that we WILL see Faith/Xander interaction. I feel it in my bones.
Hope this tale didn't end too abruptly to please everyone, but I'd really had enough of it a long time ago. Maybe someday I'll rework the ending. My real love is for Buffy/Spike and that's where my desire to write lies. Check out my "Back in the Basement" short series if you like that couple.
My current love is for vidding, not writing, and I will soon be posting my very first music video "A Jonathan Tribute". Will post a link here, when I get it up.
Thanks to all who read and gave feedback. The response is very important to fanfic writers who need that shot of courage to go on.
From her position at the edge of the trees, Faith watched Buffy make her way toward the motel after prowling once or twice around the shed where Xander was being held. What the hell?!
Like Buffy, Faith's first instinct would've been to burst in, guns blazing, but unlike Buffy, she never reconsidered her instincts or made plans. Thus, she had no idea what the other Slayer was up to. She only knew Xander must be saved - and fast! Pushing herself to her feet, Faith half loped, half hobbled across the parking lot toward the shed. Despite the trauma to her ankle, she was moving better now. Thank God for Slayer healing and a healthy shot of adrenalin!
Without a moment's hesitation, she aimed herself at the door where Joskovitch and his victim had entered, and barreled on through, knife ready in one hand. She stopped short at the sight of Xander's trussed body laying on a slab and the motel owner poised to strike his neck with a cleaver. His arm was frozen almost comically in mid-air, mouth open in surprise, as he registered her presence.
Moving on instinct she threw herself toward the man, chopping up with one arm to knock the weapon from his hand. Her dive coupled with her bad ankle toppled her face down on the floor, but she quickly rolled over and with a back arch, sprang to her feet again. Mr. Motel Hell was reaching for another implement of destruction from the wall full of sharp edged dealies. Faith put all her weight on her injured leg, gritting her teeth against the pain, and swept out with her other foot, knocking both legs out from under her adversary. He fell with an 'oof' to the floor and instantly began trying to scuttle away on all fours.
Faith took advantage of his weakened position and attacked him with the knife still clutched in her right hand. She drove the blade in between the ribs of his back with a satisfying 'thunk'. Blood gushed out of the wound, as she withdrew the knife. The man let out a piteous scream, and at the same time Faith realized that Xander was shouting "No!" at her. She stopped herself, just in time, from delivering a second, killing blow.
"Faith, stop! He's human. You can't kill him. Tie him up, then call the police," Xander was saying.
"Right. I knew that," Faith muttered, thinking what a drag it was to bring ethics into what was, to her, a black-white situation. Bad guy - bad. Must be killed. Buffy and her friends made it all so difficult.
She wiped her knife on the cannibal's shirt, stood up, kicked him over to his side so he wouldn't be crawling anywhere, then looked around for something to tie him up with. The rope binding Xander looked useable so she stepped over to him and began untying.
"Man, you got here just in the nick. How did you make it out of the woods?"
She rolled his body so she could pick at the knot at his wrists. "Buffy," she answered. "I got her out of the hole, then we followed the moon."
Xander started to laugh, realized Faith was serious, and backpedaled. "That Buffy, she's quite a woodsman....er...woman." He paused. "So where is she?"
"I don't know." Faith unwound the rope and Xander began chafing the feeling back into his hands. "She took off for the motel for some reason."
Thrusting her knee in the small of Joskovitch's back and driving him down to the floor again, Faith started tying with vicious tugs at the rope. The blood from his wound was soaking through his shirt and got on the knee of her pants, really pissing her off.
Xander had finished loosing his legs and came over to help. "Um, Faith, maybe we'd better do something about that stab wound. He's bleeding pretty heavily." He looked around, found an old rust-stained rag ('or maybe it was something much yuchier than rust,' he thought), and pushed it up under the man's shirt, staunching the flow a little.
"Happy now?" Faith asked, continuing to truss up their criminal.
"Hey, I know it'd be a lot easier and probably more satisfying to just off the guy, but this isn't "The Sopranos"," Xander argued. "America. Court system. Innocent until proven...yada, yada."
Faith glanced up at him and rolled her eyes in disgust. "He was about to kill you and there's a woods full of body parts. What more proof do you need?" She wavered as she rose to her feet, and Xander steadied her with a hand to the elbow, then they both stood, arms crossed, looking down at the cannibal.
Meanwhile.....
Buffy ran toward the motel, well aware that every second might cost Xander his life. She was convinced that she needed the leverage of a hostage - little crazy Marcy - to get her friend away from his captor. But where would she find the pasty-faced midget?
At the rear of the building was a door leading into what looked to be the family's dwelling, behind the main office. Buffy was heading toward it when she tripped on something in the dark and fell to her knees. She glanced behind her and saw a shadowy, grayish blob. She poked at it with her toe and felt the solid mass give in that way she was too familiar with. Only dead bodies had that particular feel. Reaching out her hand, she touched the still-warm corpse. Fur met her fingertips. Xander's pup.
"Now you've got me really pissed!! Killing poor little dogs!" The Slayer scrambled to her feet and lurched toward the door, turned the knob and entered a narrow, darkened hallway. She froze and listened for any movement, heard nothing, and began to feel around for a light switch. She flicked the switch up and down with no response, gave up and crept sightlessly down the hall.
Buffy heard noises coming from somewhere up ahead. There was the whir of a blender, and the heavy tread and tuneless humming of what could only be Mrs. Joskovitch moving around her kitchen. Great! She'd make as good a hostage as the kid, and Buffy would feel less guilty using her as such. Continuing to feel her way down the dark hall, she picked up her pace a little. Suddenly, Buffy felt a wicked pain in her shins and she was falling down for the third time that evening.
"This is getting ridiculous," she thought as she tumbled, pain arching up from something slicing into her legs. "What the hell is it this time?" As her arms took the jarring blow of her body weight, she immediately rolled to one side and simultaneously reached back to feel for what had caused her fall. It was something thin, and sharp. Razor wire. Another booby trap, which could only mean.....
Whump!! Buffy felt the air move by her ear as a knife whizzed past and buried in the floor next to her, right where she would've lain if Slayer reflexes hadn't caused her to twist out of the way. In the shadows next to her, she saw the blur of a pale face and thin white hands struggling to pull the embedded knife out.
"Hold on there, little girl!" She grabbed one bony wrist and held on to Marcy, who writhed in her grasp like an eel and snapped at her like a tiny shark.
"Maw-meeeeeee!!!!" screeched the little hellion, and there was an answering cry, "Sweetie-pie?" then the thunder of heavy footsteps barreling toward them from the other room. The hall was suddenly flooded with light as a door at the far end was kicked open and the enormous figure of Mrs. Joskovitch was framed in the doorway.
"Oh great. Now I have to deal with the Bad Seed and Miss Trunchbull at the same time!" Buffy thought, trying to pry the girl's jaws from her arm where she had dug in like a pit bull, and debating whether to face the huge woman who was bearing down on her or to make a quick exit back outside.
Though the hall was dim, one look at the enraged mother coming to defend her cub, decided it. Buffy skipped back over the taut wire and tumbled through the exit door, still attached to Marcy.
She hit the ground, rolled and rose in one smooth move, then raced toward the shed, biting back a scream of rage at the pain in her arm and the urge to shake the little rugrat 'til she broke her neck. Glancing over one shoulder, she saw that her pursuer hadn't emerged from the building yet.
Buffy battered at the door of the shed with her free arm, screaming for Mr. Joskovitch and demanding Xander's release. It suddenly opened inward, just as she delivered a Slayer-sized blow, and Buffy fell into Xander himself, who caught her and set her back on her feet.
"Buffy?!"
"Xander! How'd you get.....Faith?!"
"Hey, B, who's your little friend?"
"Hostage. And her mother's right behind me so...."
Out of the back door of the motel steamrolled the Joskovitch matriarch, bellowing wildly.
"Oh shit," Xander supplied.
"Hold it right there or the kid gets it," Faith improvised. The woman came to an instant screeching halt and stood there panting and sweating.
"Where's Paw?" she asked.
"Tied up inside. Now, just put the cleaver down and we'll let your little girl go." Xander's voice was as soothing as if he were trying to reason with a Rottweiler. She slowly lowered her cutter and finally dropped it to the ground with a thunk.
Buffy managed to loosen Marcy's grip on her arm, and had ten blood-oozing crescents plus a nice bite impression in her skin to show for the confrontation. The child flew to her mother and clambered up her like a tree. Without a pause, Mrs. J. scooped the child into her embrace....then took off running around the edge of the building, across the parking lot, toward the woods.
"Not again! I am so not up for this!" Buffy took off into a half-hearted trot after them, with Faith and Xander lagging behind.
Just then a car tore into the parking lot in a rattling spray of gravel and stopped almost in front of them. From Willow's new, and now very dusty, vehicle jumped Spike. He took in the fleeing woman and the pursuing Slayers, then made a flying leap and tackled the Amazon to the ground. She fell hard, landing on her little girl, who let out a pained squeal.
But the fight wasn't out of her yet and she tried to wrestle away from Spike and regain her feet. He landed a solid blow to her head, which bounced once off the hard gravel of the parking lot, then lay still.
Little Marcy crawled from underneath her mother's obese body and stood whimpering and glaring at Spike. He started to reach for her and she snarled and snapped at him, standing over her mama with feral protectiveness. Spike retreated, realizing the kid wasn't going anywhere.
The two Slayers and Xander limped up, and they all stood gazing at the sad little tableau of mother and child and wondering what would happen next.
************
Hours later, after the police and the questions and statements and countless cups of bad coffee down at headquarters, the Scoobies were finally crashed in the Summers' living room. Everyone had told his or her part of the story, first to the authorities, then to Dawn and Willow. Now they stretched out in utter exhaustion, trying to muster the energy to go to bed and get a couple of hours sleep before morning.
"I've got to get home." Willow yawned hugely and rose from her spot on the ottoman. "Spike. Keys."
He moved Buffy off his lap long enough to fish them out of his pocket and toss them at the Wiccan, who caught them deftly, then he settled his Slayer firmly back down in the deep armchair they shared.
"And there better not be a scratch, mister....not a scratch!" Willow admonished as she headed out the door.
"Dawn. You too. School tomorrow," Buffy reminded.
"Hello! Almost an adult here. I think I know how much sleep I can function on!" Dawn snapped as she stretched back on the living room rug. She had actually been about to go, but now that Buffy TOLD her to.....well.
Buffy opened her mouth again, but caught Spike's eye with his 'let it go' expression and turned to Xander instead.
"You're exhausted. Why don't you just sleep on the couch tonight?"
Since he'd already been almost asleep, stretched out on his end of the sofa, Faith's hurt ankle elevated across his legs, it was easy to acquiesce. Xander simply nodded and closed his eyes.
Faith gave a bone cracking stretch and eased her aching body off the couch. "Guess I'll turn in, too." Xander's eyes instantly flew open again.
"Need help upstairs?" he asked, then jumped up to lend her an arm around the waist.
Dawn looked at them speculatively and smiled.
Buffy looked at them speculatively and frowned.
Spike couldn't care less and nuzzled into his beloved's tender neck, glad to have her back safe once more. Whatever changes this new Slayer might bring, he had decided he was more committed than ever to sticking to Buffy, even if his presence meant she could never have a 'normal' life.
********** Upstairs, Faith leaned into Xander more heavily than she needed to and he was happy to have her weight pressed against him. He helped her into Willow's old room and sat her on the edge of the bed, then knelt at her feet to check the dressing on her ankle. It was clean and fresh, since Willow had put it on only an hour before, but he was enjoying fondling her foot and she was enjoying having him do it.
Faith thought, if she hadn't been so goddamn tired she would encourage it to go well beyond the fondling stage. As it was, she could barely manage a smile and a quiet "Thanks," as he rose and laid her back on the bed, removing her jeans and tucking her under the covers like a child.
He hesitated for a moment, standing by her bedside, then sat down on the edge.
"Thank you." He answered her gratitude with his own. "You saved my life."
"And you saved mine in the woods. I would've bled to death....or frozen...if you hadn't been there," she replied.
"We make a good team," Xander said, then could've bitten his tongue at the corniness of it. What an idiot he could be!
But Faith only smiled and looked at him through heavy lidded eyes. "Damn straight," she murmured.
"Wonder what the Council will do with you now?" he wondered aloud.
"At this point, I don't give a shit. Watcher or no Watcher, I'm not leaving Sunnydale. Not for awhile anyway."
Xander nodded and put his hand over Faith's where it rested on the covers. Feeling more peaceful than she ever remembered being, she let it stay there and fell asleep with the warm weight of it securely anchoring her.
END
I know. I know. I promised sex and never delivered. But it was just too soon for them couldn't you tell? It would take many episodes for them to reach that point. I believe with the new development in the real show (spoiler for next year...don't read any farther if you don't want to know.....) where Faith is supposed to take over the Slayer duties after Sarah Michelle Gellar leaves, that we WILL see Faith/Xander interaction. I feel it in my bones.
Hope this tale didn't end too abruptly to please everyone, but I'd really had enough of it a long time ago. Maybe someday I'll rework the ending. My real love is for Buffy/Spike and that's where my desire to write lies. Check out my "Back in the Basement" short series if you like that couple.
My current love is for vidding, not writing, and I will soon be posting my very first music video "A Jonathan Tribute". Will post a link here, when I get it up.
Thanks to all who read and gave feedback. The response is very important to fanfic writers who need that shot of courage to go on.