Tru's Apartment-4:45pm
Faith lazily cranes her neck around as she hears a door shut and sees Tru come out of a back room. "Hey," Lindsay greets her friend with a smile as she walks by her and Faith on the couch.
Tru stops, startled. "Hey Linds, when did you get here?" Tru asks as Faith smirks at her.
"About five minutes ago. You were in your room," Faith answers and Lindsay smiles shyly at Tru.
Tru grins and shakes her head. "You two are still the walking hormones I remember from high school. I'm half expecting Dad to bust in on the two of you…again," she says while rolling her eyes at the end.
Faith laughs and Lindsay blushes. "You off to see Meredith again?" Faith asks.
"Yeah. She totally forgot to tell me whatever it was she wanted to talk about because of you," Tru smirks. "After that, I'm going to head off to work, depending on what time it is," she tells them.
"Bye Tru," Lindsay says hurriedly with a mischievous grin directed at Faith and Faith gives a distracted wave at Tru.
Tru shakes her head trying to get those images out of it. "Bye guys," she says with a bemused expression. Just like high school. She thinks as she closes the door behind her to drown out the giggling.
Tru's Door-5:00pm
Buffy, Willow and Dawn are standing at Tru's door, suddenly very nervous about meeting the Dark Slayer's family. Suddenly, Buffy sighs and chuckles slightly as she shakes her head and knocks.
There is giggling and sounds of things being knocked over before a young blonde girl answers the door wearing, what Buffy noticed to be, one of Faith's favorite t-shirts.
"Who are you?" Buffy finds herself asking rather rudely.
Lindsay raises an eyebrow, not even slightly intimidated with an amused smirk. "I could ask you the same thing," she retorts.
Willow nudges a scowling Buffy. "We're looking for Faith," Willow says with a warm smile at the girl.
"I hope you find it," Lindsay says as she goes to shut the door on the presumed Bible thumpers.
"No, we're looking for someone named Faith," Buffy all but growls.
"Hey, whoever it is tell them to go away!" Faith shouts impatiently from a back room.
Lindsay turns to tell them just that, but the door is roughly thrown open by an impatient Buffy. "Faith! It's Buffy!" She shouts as she enters the apartment.
Again, there is a shuffling sound as Faith exit's the room she was in looking a thousand shades of pissed off. "What are you doing here?" Faith snaps.
"What are you doing here?" Buffy retorts without thinking.
"It's my family and it is my business," Faith answers and Buffy finds herself momentarily speechless by the obvious.
"Hi, I'm Lindsay," she introduces herself brightly to break the silence. Faith can't help but grin at the girl.
Willow looks between Faith and Lindsay and realizes that they had interrupted something and she blushes lightly. "I'm Willow," she says. "That is Buffy and this is Dawn," she replies, pointing to each of them respectively.
Then the awkwardness resumes, only to be interrupted by the ringing of the phone. Faith jumps to answer the phone all to eagerly. "Hello?" She asks, suddenly realizing that it isn't her phone.
"Faith, I need to talk to you," Tru says anxiously from the other end of the line. "I'm sorry to be calling, but-" she babbles hysterically.
"Where are you?" Faith asks, trying to keep her calm.
"Starbuck's, the same one we were at this morning," Tru tells her, already calming slightly.
"I'll be right there," Faith says before hanging up and looking apologetically at the others, more apologetic to some than others.
"Tru?" Lindsay asks, venturing a guess, and Faith nods as she goes for her shoes. "Is she okay?" She asks with sincere concern.
"I don't know, she sounded upset and said she needed to talk to me, so I am going to go meet her," she says quickly. Then, she looks up at the worried face of her girlfriend. "You aren't mad are you?" She asks sheepishly.
"Of course not, she's your sister. Go, I'll be here when you get back," Lindsay tells her sternly.
Faith smiles. "You're the best. I'll try not to be long," she says as she kisses Lindsay lightly on the forehead. "Oh, and B, if you guys decide to stay, don't try and kill each other," are her parting words before shutting the door.
Faith runs down the stairs and out of the building and starts running quickly, her feet loudly hitting the pavement as she barely takes notice of the beginnings of a blizzard around her.
Back upstairs, Lindsay looks between the three girls. "So, you're a Slayer too huh?" She asks Buffy with a slight smile.
Buffy, for her part, looks surprised and begins to try and deny it, but sees Willow shaking her head before she could begin. "Yeah," she states simply. "Faith told you about Slayers?" She asks.
"Yeah, she told me everything," Lindsay tells her with a 'duh' expression.
"And you aren't afraid of her or anything?" Dawn finds herself asking, earning a glare from her sister.
"No, of course not," Lindsay states, almost amused that they would even think she would be. "She wouldn't hurt anybody," she tells them with conviction.
"You're kidding right?" Buffy asks incredulously with a slight hint of anger. Again, Buffy sees Willow vigorously shaking her head. She sighs and looks the curious girl in the face. "She's a Slayer, accidents happen," she tells the other blonde cryptically.
Lindsay looks curiously at the blonde Slayer before shaking it off and glancing out the window. She looks back into the room and then at the girls. "Faith forgot her jacket," she tells them.
"So?" Buffy asks as if the girl was completely slow.
"So, it's snowing out and Faith left in only a t-shirt," she tells them before glancing back outside worriedly.
"She's a Slayer, more develop than regular people in case you haven't noticed," Buffy points out, stating the obvious.
"Doesn't mean she doesn't still get sick," Lindsay tells her, deciding with finality that she doesn't like this other Slayer.
"Slayers have better immune systems," Buffy tells Lindsay, as if she were talking to a child. "I don't remember ever getting sick," she states matter-of-factly.
"Oh, I do," Willow says raising her hand. "That time when you went to the hospital with the fevers and killed that thing that killed your cousin," Willow says.
"Oh, yeah," Buffy says lamely, looking over to an amused Lindsay.
"No. The last time was a year later after, like, the only time it ever snowed in Sunnydale," Dawn contributes.
"Okay, but what makes you think that she's going to get sick because of a little snow?" Buffy asks Lindsay.
"She'd always get sick. She ran out in the snow wearing nothing but boxers and a t-shirt once and she was rushed to the hospital with pneumonia when we were 14," Lindsay says in a light tone.
"But that was well before she got called," Willow finds herself pointing out and Buffy nods.
"No it wasn't. Faith was called before you when she was 13, less than a year after her mom died," Lindsay explains.
"Oh," is all the stunned Buffy can make out.
Faith finally gets to the Starbuck's and opens the door. There is snow on her shoulders and she is breathing heavy, her face red from the cold.
"Faith!" Tru admonishes her sister upon seeing her. "It's, like 12 degrees outside and snowing," she berates.
"Duh," Faith responds after taking a moment to catch her breath. "You sounded like you needed me right now, so here I am," she says as she sits down in front of her older sister. "What happened?" She asks.
Tru sighs and looks at Faith through her eyelashes. "It's Meredith. I didn't tell you because I thought she was over it, but, she's, um…" she breaks off, not knowing how to broach the subject.
"On drugs?" Faith asks, guessing as to what her sister could be talking about. Tru looks up sharply. "Lindsay told me in her enraged outburst last night," she says, answering her sister's unasked question.
"Oh," Tru grunts. "Well, she went to rehab and got out a few months ago, but I guess she fell off the wagon," Tru says after a pause.
"I know she didn't just come out and tell you, so how'd you find out?" Faith asks, a horrible feeling in the pit of her stomach, amongst other non-pleasant feelings going through her right now.
"She went to the bathroom and left her purse on the table. I saw the corner of a baggy sticking out and looked at it. It was a small baggy of a white powder," she explains sadly.
"Did you talk to her about it when she got back?" Faith asks, beginning to feel a little lightheaded.
"Yeah," Tru sighs. "She totally blew-up and said that I should stay out of her things and that generally mind my own business," she tells her. "Then she left."
"I'm sorry Tru," Faith says comfortingly as she rests her hand on her sister's shoulder.
"I'm sorry for calling you out here, especially in this weather, but I just wanted to talk to you about it in private," Tru apologizes, remembering their behavior before she left.
Faith nods her head. "Don't worry about it, I'm fine…Slayer, remember?" She smirks, but then sneezes.
"That's what you get for running 4 miles in the snow without a coat or anything. Let's get you back to the apartment," she sighs.
Faith launches into a coughing fit. "Oh, I forgot to tell you. Buffy and couple of the others from Sunnydale are at your apartment right now waiting for me to get back so that we can argue some more," she says trying to make her tone sound light.
"Oh, great," Tru says rolling her eyes as she hails a cab.
"I can't believe she was called when she was 13," Buffy gapes. "That was two years before I was called. I always assumed she was younger than me, not the same age," she says, shaking her head in disbelief.
"She told me that on her first slay he mom attacked her. Evidently a vampire was who killed Faith and Tru's mom," Lindsay sighs. "Two years later, she died for just a second and you were called," she tells the others.
"Wow, she had to slay her mother," Willow states in quiet incredulity.
"Yeah. She ran away the same night that she had her brush with death. I'll never forget that night for as long as I live," Lindsay begins nostalgically. "There was a blizzard that night. She showed up tapping on my window around midnight. I opened the window and she stepped in nervously. I didn't think much of it because we'd sneak into each other's rooms sometimes late at night," she smirks at the memories.
"Wait, you two were seeing each other when you were in high school?" Willow asks and Buffy shoots her a confused expression, which she misses.
"Yeah," Lindsay answers briefly before going back to the story. "Something was wrong that night though," she says, furrowing her brow. "Her clothes were covered in blood, hers and her Watcher's I now know. But when I asked her if she was okay, she said that she needed to tell me something before she left. I just figured that she meant before she left my house, but she meant before she left the state," she says, shaking her head at her own stupidity.
"What'd she have to tell you?" An enthralled Dawn asks.
Lindsay feels the tears welling up and she tries to blink them back. "She told me she loved me. I told her I felt the same. It had been the first time we'd said it to each other after having gone out for nearly two years. The she kissed me and took off. Up until yesterday, that was the last time I'd seen her," she tells with a wet smile as she futilely wipes at her tears.
"Wow," Willow says, with a few tears of her own.
But then the moment is ruined when Tru and Faith walk in. Lindsay notices that Faith is leaning heavily against Tru. "Is she okay Tru?" She asks with concern as she stands up.
"I'm fine," Faith sniffles.
Tru rolls her eyes. "She got herself sick running through South Boston in the snow when it's, like 12 degrees outside," she says, rolling her eyes and smirking at the younger girl's scowl.
"I'll take her to the spare room," Lindsay offers as she moves over to them.
"I can probably get her easier," Buffy offers readily as she stands up as well.
"I'm not that fucking heavy Buff," Faith snaps, trying to sound menacing, but failing as she heads into another coughing fit.
Lindsay smile fondly at the brunette. "Sit back down, I've got her," she orders as she takes Faith's arm. Buffy sits down and scowls while Willow, Dawn and Tru smirk.
"So, you're the Slayer that was called after Faith, Buffy, right?" Tru asks as soon as the other two are off into the back room.
"Uh, yeah. That's Willow and this is my sister Dawn," Buffy introduces them to Faith's sister.
"Nice to meet you," Tru says to them. "I'm Tru," she says with a smile. "So, why did you guys follow my sister out here to Boston?" She asks.
"Well, Cordy told us about her vision and we wanted to make sure Faith wasn't in over her head," Buffy explains.
Willow and Dawn rolls their eyes. "We just want to make sure Faith has all the help she can get because we don't really know what we're dealing with," Willow says.
"What vision? What are you talking about?" Tru asks with confusion.
"You know, the one about you getting killed. The one Faith came here to stop from happening," Buffy tells her in an obvious tone. She then notices Tru's face falling and realizes that she probably didn't know about the vision.
"What?" Tru breathes out incredulously with a paralyzing fear shooting down her spine. Buffy, Willow and Dawn glance at each other as if to say 'oops'.