Cut to the Summers' kitchen. Giles is sitting at the table looking at a
book. Dawn is standing to the side of
him, reading over his shoulder. Buffy is sitting in the chair across the table.
"Are you sure it's talking about Spike?"
"It says it right here Buff, in black and white, 'In his 150th year, the champion, a vampire with a soul, will
carry a great weight upon him. On his shoulders the weight of the world will sit. Should he but save the
world, he will be rewarded."
"How does that mean it's Spike?"
"Buffy, how many hundred and fifty-year-old, soul bearing vampires do you know?"
"But it can't be Spike. Maybe he's not exactly a hundred and fifty."
"Why don't you ask him how old he is?"
"Like he'd remember.
Dawn gave Buffy an evil glare.
"Ok...I'll ask him...but what's this big necklace thing got to do with it?"
"It says that he has to wear it at the time of the apocalypse. And that it'll kill him."
Buffy put her hand under her chin, resting her elbow on the table. She needed her hand there to hold her
head up for support. Then man she needed most in her life right now was destined to die, probably saving
her life.
"I have to find him." Buffy said with a somber tone, not showing any signs that she'd be getting up any
time soon.. Giles sat, cleaning his glasses, and Dawn kept reading from the dusty old book.
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Cut to the desert. Willow is sitting with her legs folded, sipping her glass of wine. Faith is kneeling,
facing Willow, she is leaning on one arm for support, enjoying her sandwich with her free hand. The two
women sat in silence for a moment, eating their lunch, enjoying the scenery. The sun was hot, but the tree
gave them enough shade to be comfortable.
"Red—I mean, Willow..." Faith looked at the witch. "I know this has got to be weird for you..."
"What are you talking about?"
"Well, after everything we've been through, I mean- the whole hating each other, and stealing friends
from each other, and I come back from jail and now with the kissing..."
"I can admit that it was weird at first, having you back, but you proved to me that you've changed...a
lot."
"You may see that, but sometimes, I don't feel it."
"You mean your feelings haven't changed for me?"
"I mean, I'm a little anxious, kinda been layin' low since Angel broke me out of jail. I'm a wanted
convict. I'm a murderer."
"You're not a murderer, Faith. You killed people, and that was a long time ago. You're different now."
Faith didn't speak. She for once was at a loss for words. Faith lowered her eyes and pushed the rest of her
food out of the way. Stretching out her arms and legs and started to lay down on the blanket. Willow
scooted over toward Faith, so that Faith had no choice but to rest her head on Willow's lap. Willow
leaned her back up against the tree for support. The slayer was looking up at the sky, looking at the cloud
shapes, lost in thought.
"I'm sorry Willow. You brought us here to get away from things and here I am bringing the things."
"It's ok." Willow was subconsciously twirling Faith's hair through her fingers. "I wanted us to be
alone...so we could talk."
"Well Red, if you wanted to get me alone all you had to do was ask." Faith joked. Her eyes then looked
up at the red head. Willow had a small smile upon her lips.
Faith's expression changed from light, to very serious as she went over the thoughts in her head. "What if
they find me? The cops. What if they find me and take me back to jail. I'll get charged with escape and
have to spend more time in jail and—"
"Shhh," Willow whispered, putting a finger to Faith's lips. "Shhh. Now who's the babble queen?"
Willow smiled and bent her head down, kissing Faith on the forehead.
"How did this happen? I mean, how did we get here?"
"You saw me when I was weak, and offered a hand. A heart." Willow looked up at the sky as she spoke
so that Faith could not see the tears in her eyes. "You gave me hope when I needed it, you gave me what I
thought I lost."
"And what's that?"
"Myself."
"Willow, I didn't give you all that."
"No, I mean- you helped me see things in a better light. You helped me realize that I can live again."
"I did all that?"
"Uh huh." Faith sat up and Willow pulled her into a hug. "I still have a lot to work on though...but that
doesn't meant I don't want..." The red head was quieted by two soft fingers on her lips.
"This is new for me too, Red. Not the whole, being with a girl part- yeah first time for that too, but I
mean—the feelings. I feel stuff with you. I wanna listen. That's weird for me. I wanna cuddle. That's way
weird." Faith tilted her head closer to the woman next to her, and gently kissed her lips. "And that, kissing
you, is –like bein' drunk, without the bad breath and headache in the morning."
"Thanks- I think."
"I'm so not good with words." Faith blushed.
"It's ok." Willow smiled and leaned her forehead up against Faith's. "Don't need 'em." The red head said
as she leaned in for another kiss. Their kisses were soft, and gentle. Lips pressed against lips, tongues
tasting lips. Their tongues finally met, and played a little game of keep- away for a moment, before tasting
each other again. Faith shifted her body so that Willow relaxed more into Faith's embrace. Faith's hands
were on Willow's back. The slayer squeezed the witch tightly as they continued to kiss. Willow brought
her hand up to Faith's cheek, and pulled back slowly out of the kiss.
The two women sat in each other's arms, breathing heavily, just looking at each other. Willow's hand was
still on Faith's cheek. "You're so soft." She whispered. Willow then leaned up toward Faith and rubbed
her cheek against Faith's cheek. The snuggled like that for a while, Faith holding Willow holding Faith.
They didn't speak, they just nuzzled their heads in one another's necks.
him, reading over his shoulder. Buffy is sitting in the chair across the table.
"Are you sure it's talking about Spike?"
"It says it right here Buff, in black and white, 'In his 150th year, the champion, a vampire with a soul, will
carry a great weight upon him. On his shoulders the weight of the world will sit. Should he but save the
world, he will be rewarded."
"How does that mean it's Spike?"
"Buffy, how many hundred and fifty-year-old, soul bearing vampires do you know?"
"But it can't be Spike. Maybe he's not exactly a hundred and fifty."
"Why don't you ask him how old he is?"
"Like he'd remember.
Dawn gave Buffy an evil glare.
"Ok...I'll ask him...but what's this big necklace thing got to do with it?"
"It says that he has to wear it at the time of the apocalypse. And that it'll kill him."
Buffy put her hand under her chin, resting her elbow on the table. She needed her hand there to hold her
head up for support. Then man she needed most in her life right now was destined to die, probably saving
her life.
"I have to find him." Buffy said with a somber tone, not showing any signs that she'd be getting up any
time soon.. Giles sat, cleaning his glasses, and Dawn kept reading from the dusty old book.
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Cut to the desert. Willow is sitting with her legs folded, sipping her glass of wine. Faith is kneeling,
facing Willow, she is leaning on one arm for support, enjoying her sandwich with her free hand. The two
women sat in silence for a moment, eating their lunch, enjoying the scenery. The sun was hot, but the tree
gave them enough shade to be comfortable.
"Red—I mean, Willow..." Faith looked at the witch. "I know this has got to be weird for you..."
"What are you talking about?"
"Well, after everything we've been through, I mean- the whole hating each other, and stealing friends
from each other, and I come back from jail and now with the kissing..."
"I can admit that it was weird at first, having you back, but you proved to me that you've changed...a
lot."
"You may see that, but sometimes, I don't feel it."
"You mean your feelings haven't changed for me?"
"I mean, I'm a little anxious, kinda been layin' low since Angel broke me out of jail. I'm a wanted
convict. I'm a murderer."
"You're not a murderer, Faith. You killed people, and that was a long time ago. You're different now."
Faith didn't speak. She for once was at a loss for words. Faith lowered her eyes and pushed the rest of her
food out of the way. Stretching out her arms and legs and started to lay down on the blanket. Willow
scooted over toward Faith, so that Faith had no choice but to rest her head on Willow's lap. Willow
leaned her back up against the tree for support. The slayer was looking up at the sky, looking at the cloud
shapes, lost in thought.
"I'm sorry Willow. You brought us here to get away from things and here I am bringing the things."
"It's ok." Willow was subconsciously twirling Faith's hair through her fingers. "I wanted us to be
alone...so we could talk."
"Well Red, if you wanted to get me alone all you had to do was ask." Faith joked. Her eyes then looked
up at the red head. Willow had a small smile upon her lips.
Faith's expression changed from light, to very serious as she went over the thoughts in her head. "What if
they find me? The cops. What if they find me and take me back to jail. I'll get charged with escape and
have to spend more time in jail and—"
"Shhh," Willow whispered, putting a finger to Faith's lips. "Shhh. Now who's the babble queen?"
Willow smiled and bent her head down, kissing Faith on the forehead.
"How did this happen? I mean, how did we get here?"
"You saw me when I was weak, and offered a hand. A heart." Willow looked up at the sky as she spoke
so that Faith could not see the tears in her eyes. "You gave me hope when I needed it, you gave me what I
thought I lost."
"And what's that?"
"Myself."
"Willow, I didn't give you all that."
"No, I mean- you helped me see things in a better light. You helped me realize that I can live again."
"I did all that?"
"Uh huh." Faith sat up and Willow pulled her into a hug. "I still have a lot to work on though...but that
doesn't meant I don't want..." The red head was quieted by two soft fingers on her lips.
"This is new for me too, Red. Not the whole, being with a girl part- yeah first time for that too, but I
mean—the feelings. I feel stuff with you. I wanna listen. That's weird for me. I wanna cuddle. That's way
weird." Faith tilted her head closer to the woman next to her, and gently kissed her lips. "And that, kissing
you, is –like bein' drunk, without the bad breath and headache in the morning."
"Thanks- I think."
"I'm so not good with words." Faith blushed.
"It's ok." Willow smiled and leaned her forehead up against Faith's. "Don't need 'em." The red head said
as she leaned in for another kiss. Their kisses were soft, and gentle. Lips pressed against lips, tongues
tasting lips. Their tongues finally met, and played a little game of keep- away for a moment, before tasting
each other again. Faith shifted her body so that Willow relaxed more into Faith's embrace. Faith's hands
were on Willow's back. The slayer squeezed the witch tightly as they continued to kiss. Willow brought
her hand up to Faith's cheek, and pulled back slowly out of the kiss.
The two women sat in each other's arms, breathing heavily, just looking at each other. Willow's hand was
still on Faith's cheek. "You're so soft." She whispered. Willow then leaned up toward Faith and rubbed
her cheek against Faith's cheek. The snuggled like that for a while, Faith holding Willow holding Faith.
They didn't speak, they just nuzzled their heads in one another's necks.