Sands of Time
By Lily Martin
Rated R
Summary: Buffy is summoned to Middle-Earth by Gandalf, by some fluke the rest of the Scooby Gang transported also. Then the third slayer Madeline Naur comes after them with Giles, now all we're missing is Faith...wait...nope...she'll be there too...all there just in time to join the Fellowship. Throw in a prophecy and a really messed up plot...
A/N: Hey, sorry I keep making you guys wait, but then, I keep getting the feeling that no one's reading, so I stop caring and don't bother. That scene I said that I had all planned out, well, that was last month, now it's a new month, I didn't bother to write it out and I have very little idea of what I'm going to do, but I'm gonna try. Then again, I don't write action scenes the best most of the time, so if it sucks, don't say I didn't warn you. Yea, I'm finally getting rid of the really long author's stuff so, here we go.
Chapter 16: Show 'n Tell
"Oh, come on, not that song," Buffy whined, knowing exactly which song they two were referring too. "You two have been playing that one for two weeks straight."
"So? It's funny," Dawn said as though it were the most obvious thing, giving Buffy her best 'you're crazy' look, which with all the refinement it'd gone through was pretty good.
"Put on Slipknot," Faith told Dawn. "I haven't heard any good music since I left."
"No!" Tári demanded. Rubbing her ears as though they were in pain just thinking about it, she added, "Don't play them, not unless you want every elf in this place ready to shoot you down. Slipknot does horrible things to the ears."
Dawn rolled her eyes at the two bickering girls and pulled a CD case out of the backpack, choosing her own CD to put in.
"Good one, Dawnie," Tári grinned, hearing the intro and knowing what song it was, before turning to face Faith, both of them taking fighting stances.
This is the most unusual story of a most unusual girl
She the paint in my picture of a most unusual world
She can crawl out of frame, while she's hanging on the wall
And she's calling my name
She's not so usual
She's most unusual
She's not so usual
She's so unusual
Faith and Tári faced each other, circling around slowly, getting closer and closer with each step. Faith kicked out with a roundhouse, Tári dodged, but Faith's foot still connected with her shoulder. It was a strong hit, but Tári held her ground and came back with her own roundhouse. She followed through with a punch towards the face, and though the roundhouse had still hit her, Faith dodged the punch.
She's mostly a ghost the way she watches over me
She complains when I smoke, but then you do the same to me
She's controlling my brain activity, knowing when I go to sleep
She'll catch me when I'm falling hard
She's not so usual
She's most unusual
She's not so usual
She's so unusual
This continued for some time, one would attack; the other would dodge, moving along with the slow beat of the music. As Tári passed by Dawn again, Dawn told her something softly and Tári nodded in agreement, before going through with what Dawn had told her to do and going after Faith again with a roundhouse. This time when Faith dodged though, Tári changed tactics and flipped over Faith, taking her down with a low kick, all at such a speed that the more untrained members of the Fellowship only saw as a blur.
She's not so hooked on drugs like I thought she was
And never sucking on the line and hardly sipping on the wine
And despite of her bipolar rollercoaster ring
I think I can trust she'll keep me singing differently
And it's fine cause she's with me now most all of the time
Trying and saving my life, thinking not of her own
And nobody's kissing me goodnight, when I need to be alone
She's so sweet, so discreet; she's exactly what I need
Not even make believe
She's not so usual
She's so unusual
She's not so usual
So unusual
Tári didn't have a chance to be happy, as Faith locked her leg behind Tári's knee and brought her down too in a matter of seconds. They both flipped back onto their feet and flew into a flurry of punches and roundhouses, a few of which ended up sending one or the other flying into a railing, or completely out of the gazebo.
Not so usual
Not too practical either
What's that---she's not so mystical?
But not too magical neither
What's that--she's not so out of control
And not so use to the fold
She's not so usual
No, she unnatural
She's not so usual
She's most unusual
She's so unusual
She's so unusual
She's gonna use me, oh
She's not so u--
She's not so u--
She's not so u--
No so u-
Before either of them we even close to finished, Buffy broke them up, preferring the idea of having both of them instead of just one and not the other.
"You were holding back," Tári commented, after a moment of silence and being stared at by everyone present.
"So were you," Faith agreed.
"Yea, so, saving up, I'm a whole load more devastating when the power's been building up," Tári grinned.
"Been doin' that for two years now," Faith nodded. "Few more weeks won't hurt."
TBC…
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A/N: I know I've been doing really short chapters, but inspiration comes in short blasts and I don't want to make you wait two years for a ten page chapter. Oh, and just so you all know, real life is definitely a plus finally, I've actually got a job, I make real money, and I have the most awesome prom dress, elegant and classy all in one, kinda surprised I can actually pull that off, but I am a high fashion kind of girl, lol. ^_^