Title: Just When You Thought You Had Me Figured Out
Series: Met Nater
Faith POV
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"You've got a visitor." I look up, and the only guard around here that's not butch is standing in front of me.
See, I knew I was slacking. A week ago she wouldn't have got past the door into the quarters without me knowing exactly who it was only by listening to the steps.
Now, she got into my cell without any bells going off in my head.
"K." I get up slowly, and let her cuff me. Not too tight. I like that about her, she's not as rough as the others, not if she doesn't know it's needed.
Catcalls as we walk through the hall, I'm used to them, and it's not like I have a chance on this one anyways, but the other prisoners seem to think we have a thing. At least it gets me a bit respect.
Not that I need it, I could fight everyone of them on the same day and still not get tired. But it's not like any inmate would violate a guards property, so I' not changing what they believe.
I wonder who's visiting. Well, not really. It's too early for Angel, so it's either Gunn, Wes, Cordy and/or Kate. Fred only visits every Wednesday, so it's not her either.
Lisa, the guard, guides me along the lines of booths with phones, thick Plexiglas separating prisoner and visitor. I get down in the chair, move a little to get comfortable, and pick the phone off the hanger without looking up.
"Hi Faith." My head jerk up fast enough to damage my neck for the
rest of my life.
"Shit! Red! You scared the shit out of me! You nearly gave me a frickin' heart attack or somethin'! Damn!" I breath hard, trying to catch my breath. Of all things, this was fucked up not what I was expecting.
Willow. Buffy's best buddy. Sooo not what I expected. Wicked uncool. She's probably here to yell at me or something. Then I see that her eyes are slightly red, like she's been crying. She looks at me scared. Shit, I shouldn't have blown up at her like that.
"Shit Red, I didn't mean that. I was just wigged to see ya, you know?" I try to calm, knowing it won't help me if I stay in this place in between anger and calm.
"I know Faith. Everyone back in Sunnydale is like that too." She looks a wicked nervous, but in a different way that she would have looked last time I saw her.
I guess she grew up.
"Is it something you want to ask me or did you come all this way to gossip?" "Uhm, yeah, there is. But I don't want you to think that you mean less to us." Could she be shyer?
"Spit it out Red, I ain't got all day, and I feel a babble coming on, so just spill it." Ooh, startled face again. But at least it looks like she's going to talk.
"WewantyuotocometoSunnydaleandIwasjustwonderingifitwasokwithyouIalreadyhackedyourfilesandyou'llbeoutinacoupleofdaysjustwantedtoknowifyouwo
uldhelpuswereallyneedyou." Damn, now she's blushing too.
"You got all that in one breath? You hurt or something Red?" I know my ears are.
"NononoI'mokjustalittle-" …and here we go again.
"Red! Shut up will ya? My head's starting to hurt." I lean back in my chair, and I know she'll ask me soon, jus' letting her sweat a little.
"So, um, will you?" Hmm, let's play a little game.
"Will I what Red?" Smirk.
She just looks dumbstruck.
"Forget it. This was pointless. I knew you wouldn't do it." She starts to get up, and I feel a sudden rush, like adrealin, wicked high, like slaying high, just not as intense. Fear I suppose.
"I was just kidding with you Red. I'll come to Sunnyhell, just glad to get outta here." I wave to Lisa and she's over here walking me down the hall before Willow can even get up from the chair she fell into out of shock just moments ago.
I look back as we walk towards the door, and grin at Red who's still in the chair, her mouth opening and closing like a stranded goldfish. Must be shocking Red. To hear what you really wanted when you expected something else.
Just when you thought you had me all figured out…
TBC?