Author: gotlemons
Paring: Willow/Faith
Disclaimer: I do not and never will own any portion be it ever so
small of Buffy the Vampire Slayer or Angel the Series. I make no
money from this just a bit of satisfaction.
Rating: PG/Language for now
Synopsis: Willow travels to L.A. to help restore Angel's so and
encounters Faith.
Section 2
Willow looked at her shoes, noticed each scrape and imperfection from
wear. She wanted to tell Faith she just couldn't think of a way
how. She slowly let her hands fall into her lap, bringing her eyes
to meet Faith. "No, Faith, you didn't say anything wrong. A lot has
happened in the past year, to all of us, and I guess me in
particular."
"Do you want to tell me, Red? I mean I know I'm not exactly your
first choice to learn and grow, hug and share with, but I have become
a pretty good listener. You can try me out, y'know," Faith said this
with a sincerity that Willow had never experienced in the time she
had known the slayer. Miracles do happen, just not to her.
"I do want to tell you. I am just having a hard time picking exactly
where I should start. I mean do a breeze through the highlights or
get to the down and dirty right away?!" Faith wasn't sure if the
question was rhetorical or not, but to be safe she stayed quiet.
Willow seemed to be about to open up to her. And after three years
in jail she wanted, no needed the human contact. For the first time
in her life Faith knew she needed a friend. And not the kind of
friend who just gets drunk and steal cars with you or who wants to
get in your pants. Those are the only kind of friends she had really
had. At one time she thought there might be more with the Scoobies,
but a bad twist of fate and some stupid decisions on her part tore
that apart.
Willow had been staring off, eyebrows crinkled in frustration at not
being able to express herself properly. She knew if she just babbled
it out then Faith would know, but that wouldn't be fair to herself or
Faith. So she decided to start at the beginning.
"I guess all of this really started, at least with me, when we were
fighting Glory, the Hell God with bad fashion sense. I think it was
the first time that Buffy had ever really felt ordinary or truly
human. Nothing she did would even begin to affect Glory. At the
time we just thought she was a demon. We weren't hip to the whole
God drama." Willow marked her last remark with a sigh of
resignation. "Maybe if we had known what she was sooner we might have
made different decisions. But we didn't. Anyway, Tara and I were
arguing one day as new couples sometimes do. I acted like a big baby
and stormed off leaving Tara to go to the outdoor fair on her own."
"A small argument doesn't sound that bad, Red," Faith replied,
wanting to reassure Willow that she was really listening.
"I know, but Glory attacked Tara at the fair. This particular bitchy
Hell God needed energy to survive. And not to sound too "Night of
the Living Dead", but she got that energy from eating brains." Faith
had heard of a lot of disgusting things, had done a few herself, but
brains went beyond the pale in her mind. Seeing Faith's scrunch in
revulsion Willow quickly clarified her statement. "No, no, Faith,
she didn't like say give me a spoon and serve it up. She would feed
off the energy off the mind." Willow rose from her seat moving toward
Faith demonstrating how the energy suck worked with her hands clasped
on each side of Faith's skull.
"When Tara wouldn't tell Glory who the key was, she put her hands
inside my baby's mind and took her sanity." As Willow ended her
statement her hands were shaking against Faith's head. She felt the
suddenly dizzy and sank down right next to Faith.
"See that's what it does. She couldn't express herself anymore. No
matter what, my Tara was gone. And someone had to pay."
The vacancy of emotion in Willow's eyes made what came next all too
familiar to Faith. She had walked the same road; she just hoped that
in the end the witch's path had diverged from hers. She had never
felt such empathy for anyone. Willow continued, "After I knew Tara
was safe, I went to the Magic Box and absorbed into my being very
dark magic. I pulled the words right off the pages of the books. I
was determined and focused on getting back what was mine. I realize
now that I had lost a bit of my humanity that day. In the end I
almost lost it all. But this is just the beginning of the story."
Faith wanted to hear more, but since her guest had arrived some 3
hours ago she hadn't offered her a drink or shown her to her room.
She was also worried that the rest of the gang would show up and
Willow would stop talking. "Willow, I hate to interrupt, but would
you be more comfortable not talking about this all out in the open.
I can show you to your room, and while you are getting settled I can
make dinner. Does that sound alright?"
"You can cook?" Willow deadpanned.
"Uhm, yeah, but don't advertise it. I always cooked my own meals
even when I was little. If I didn't no one else would. Of course my
culinary expertise has improved since my macaroni and cheese days,"
Faith replied.
"Yeah, I would like to maybe take a shower and unwind a bit. We can
talk more over dinner."
"Do you want a glass of wine or anything?" Faith inquired.
"Not right now, but maybe with my meal. What are you going to make,
o'great chef Faith?" As Willow finished the sentence she began to bow
before Faith, giving the other girl an impish grin.
"Well, I was thawing some chicken, I could spice it and add some
veggies I bought at the Farmer's Market. I sound so damn domestic.
This is so gonna ruin my image. You have to swear you won't tell,
Red."
Solemnly, Willow looked at the girl responding, "Not, if my life
depended on it slayer."
Turning from her companion Faith realized that Willow had recognized
her as a slayer and not just some Psycho bitch. Well, that was a
great improvement. As she made her way into the Hyperion's kitchen
she thought, it feels damn good to be a slayer again.
While Faith was busy in the kitchen, Willow had laid out fresh
clothing and was slipping into her underwear when she heard the
distinctive buzz of her cell phone. She hurried across her room to
where she had laid her purse and reach in trying to easily find her
phone. Just as she found it the buzzing stopped. She looked at the
display and saw that it was Kennedy calling. She probably just
wanted to make sure she had arrived safely. Since losing track of
time with Faith, she figured the potential would be worried.
She punched the button to dial Kennedy back and was pleasantly
assaulted by the aroma of dinner. Huh, the girl can cook, will
wonders never cease, she thought. Kennedy answered on the first ring
and seemed to be out of breath.
"Willow, is that you?"
"Hey, yeah, I didn't get to my mobile in time when you rang earlier.
Sorry, I was getting dressed and it was in the bottom of my bag,"
Willow felt guilty for not calling sooner.
"Oh, it's no big, I just wanted to make sure you were safe. And to
tell you I missed you," Kennedy sounded so young and innocence on the
phone. "I miss you guys, too. It feels weird to be in L.A. again.
And especially when Angelus is on the loose."
"You do know you can turn right back around and come home. We need
you here to, baby," Kennedy said trying to reassure her love. "I
love you, Willow, and I want you to be safe."
Willow winced inwardly at Kennedy's declaration. The potential had
been moving further toward something serious between them. Willow
knew she should just be honest with the girl, but how could she? She
didn't know if they would all be alive tomorrow. And she didn't want
to die alone. She knew she was being selfish, but she also felt
pressure from Buffy and Xander to couple up. I guess they figured
Kennedy's a lesbian so is Willow, they might as well be together.
That isn't the way it works, but it was too frustrating to explain it
to her friends. And they meant well. They wanted her to get past
Tara's death and move on, love again. But that didn't mean that the
next one was THE ONE, did it?
"Willow, baby, are you there?"
"Oh, sorry, Kennedy, yeah I spaced a little. I guess I am more tired
than I thought. I should finish getting dressed. Faith is cooking
dinner and I don't want to be rude and walk in when it's cold."
Willow had a smile on her Faith as she said Faith's name. I made a
new friend, she thought, maybe someone who could be just mine again.
As they were saying their goodbyes, Kennedy didn't like the feeling
she was getting. She had deep reservations about Willow staying in
L.A. for too long. And she certainly didn't like the sound of this
Faith chick cooking her girl dinner.
TBC
Paring: Willow/Faith
Disclaimer: I do not and never will own any portion be it ever so
small of Buffy the Vampire Slayer or Angel the Series. I make no
money from this just a bit of satisfaction.
Rating: PG/Language for now
Synopsis: Willow travels to L.A. to help restore Angel's so and
encounters Faith.
Section 2
Willow looked at her shoes, noticed each scrape and imperfection from
wear. She wanted to tell Faith she just couldn't think of a way
how. She slowly let her hands fall into her lap, bringing her eyes
to meet Faith. "No, Faith, you didn't say anything wrong. A lot has
happened in the past year, to all of us, and I guess me in
particular."
"Do you want to tell me, Red? I mean I know I'm not exactly your
first choice to learn and grow, hug and share with, but I have become
a pretty good listener. You can try me out, y'know," Faith said this
with a sincerity that Willow had never experienced in the time she
had known the slayer. Miracles do happen, just not to her.
"I do want to tell you. I am just having a hard time picking exactly
where I should start. I mean do a breeze through the highlights or
get to the down and dirty right away?!" Faith wasn't sure if the
question was rhetorical or not, but to be safe she stayed quiet.
Willow seemed to be about to open up to her. And after three years
in jail she wanted, no needed the human contact. For the first time
in her life Faith knew she needed a friend. And not the kind of
friend who just gets drunk and steal cars with you or who wants to
get in your pants. Those are the only kind of friends she had really
had. At one time she thought there might be more with the Scoobies,
but a bad twist of fate and some stupid decisions on her part tore
that apart.
Willow had been staring off, eyebrows crinkled in frustration at not
being able to express herself properly. She knew if she just babbled
it out then Faith would know, but that wouldn't be fair to herself or
Faith. So she decided to start at the beginning.
"I guess all of this really started, at least with me, when we were
fighting Glory, the Hell God with bad fashion sense. I think it was
the first time that Buffy had ever really felt ordinary or truly
human. Nothing she did would even begin to affect Glory. At the
time we just thought she was a demon. We weren't hip to the whole
God drama." Willow marked her last remark with a sigh of
resignation. "Maybe if we had known what she was sooner we might have
made different decisions. But we didn't. Anyway, Tara and I were
arguing one day as new couples sometimes do. I acted like a big baby
and stormed off leaving Tara to go to the outdoor fair on her own."
"A small argument doesn't sound that bad, Red," Faith replied,
wanting to reassure Willow that she was really listening.
"I know, but Glory attacked Tara at the fair. This particular bitchy
Hell God needed energy to survive. And not to sound too "Night of
the Living Dead", but she got that energy from eating brains." Faith
had heard of a lot of disgusting things, had done a few herself, but
brains went beyond the pale in her mind. Seeing Faith's scrunch in
revulsion Willow quickly clarified her statement. "No, no, Faith,
she didn't like say give me a spoon and serve it up. She would feed
off the energy off the mind." Willow rose from her seat moving toward
Faith demonstrating how the energy suck worked with her hands clasped
on each side of Faith's skull.
"When Tara wouldn't tell Glory who the key was, she put her hands
inside my baby's mind and took her sanity." As Willow ended her
statement her hands were shaking against Faith's head. She felt the
suddenly dizzy and sank down right next to Faith.
"See that's what it does. She couldn't express herself anymore. No
matter what, my Tara was gone. And someone had to pay."
The vacancy of emotion in Willow's eyes made what came next all too
familiar to Faith. She had walked the same road; she just hoped that
in the end the witch's path had diverged from hers. She had never
felt such empathy for anyone. Willow continued, "After I knew Tara
was safe, I went to the Magic Box and absorbed into my being very
dark magic. I pulled the words right off the pages of the books. I
was determined and focused on getting back what was mine. I realize
now that I had lost a bit of my humanity that day. In the end I
almost lost it all. But this is just the beginning of the story."
Faith wanted to hear more, but since her guest had arrived some 3
hours ago she hadn't offered her a drink or shown her to her room.
She was also worried that the rest of the gang would show up and
Willow would stop talking. "Willow, I hate to interrupt, but would
you be more comfortable not talking about this all out in the open.
I can show you to your room, and while you are getting settled I can
make dinner. Does that sound alright?"
"You can cook?" Willow deadpanned.
"Uhm, yeah, but don't advertise it. I always cooked my own meals
even when I was little. If I didn't no one else would. Of course my
culinary expertise has improved since my macaroni and cheese days,"
Faith replied.
"Yeah, I would like to maybe take a shower and unwind a bit. We can
talk more over dinner."
"Do you want a glass of wine or anything?" Faith inquired.
"Not right now, but maybe with my meal. What are you going to make,
o'great chef Faith?" As Willow finished the sentence she began to bow
before Faith, giving the other girl an impish grin.
"Well, I was thawing some chicken, I could spice it and add some
veggies I bought at the Farmer's Market. I sound so damn domestic.
This is so gonna ruin my image. You have to swear you won't tell,
Red."
Solemnly, Willow looked at the girl responding, "Not, if my life
depended on it slayer."
Turning from her companion Faith realized that Willow had recognized
her as a slayer and not just some Psycho bitch. Well, that was a
great improvement. As she made her way into the Hyperion's kitchen
she thought, it feels damn good to be a slayer again.
While Faith was busy in the kitchen, Willow had laid out fresh
clothing and was slipping into her underwear when she heard the
distinctive buzz of her cell phone. She hurried across her room to
where she had laid her purse and reach in trying to easily find her
phone. Just as she found it the buzzing stopped. She looked at the
display and saw that it was Kennedy calling. She probably just
wanted to make sure she had arrived safely. Since losing track of
time with Faith, she figured the potential would be worried.
She punched the button to dial Kennedy back and was pleasantly
assaulted by the aroma of dinner. Huh, the girl can cook, will
wonders never cease, she thought. Kennedy answered on the first ring
and seemed to be out of breath.
"Willow, is that you?"
"Hey, yeah, I didn't get to my mobile in time when you rang earlier.
Sorry, I was getting dressed and it was in the bottom of my bag,"
Willow felt guilty for not calling sooner.
"Oh, it's no big, I just wanted to make sure you were safe. And to
tell you I missed you," Kennedy sounded so young and innocence on the
phone. "I miss you guys, too. It feels weird to be in L.A. again.
And especially when Angelus is on the loose."
"You do know you can turn right back around and come home. We need
you here to, baby," Kennedy said trying to reassure her love. "I
love you, Willow, and I want you to be safe."
Willow winced inwardly at Kennedy's declaration. The potential had
been moving further toward something serious between them. Willow
knew she should just be honest with the girl, but how could she? She
didn't know if they would all be alive tomorrow. And she didn't want
to die alone. She knew she was being selfish, but she also felt
pressure from Buffy and Xander to couple up. I guess they figured
Kennedy's a lesbian so is Willow, they might as well be together.
That isn't the way it works, but it was too frustrating to explain it
to her friends. And they meant well. They wanted her to get past
Tara's death and move on, love again. But that didn't mean that the
next one was THE ONE, did it?
"Willow, baby, are you there?"
"Oh, sorry, Kennedy, yeah I spaced a little. I guess I am more tired
than I thought. I should finish getting dressed. Faith is cooking
dinner and I don't want to be rude and walk in when it's cold."
Willow had a smile on her Faith as she said Faith's name. I made a
new friend, she thought, maybe someone who could be just mine again.
As they were saying their goodbyes, Kennedy didn't like the feeling
she was getting. She had deep reservations about Willow staying in
L.A. for too long. And she certainly didn't like the sound of this
Faith chick cooking her girl dinner.
TBC