A Restless Revival
Authors: lirpa - liroa15yahoo.ca
shana -
Dedication: To all those who have inspired us.
Distribution: Our site, if you want it just ask.
Disclaimer: They belong to Joss and Titan Entertainment, not to us. If they really did this wouldn't be on the internet.
A.N: This fic just needed to be written, or at least we thought that it did. For those who are just tired of always running into Willow fics, and not much else. Also, Faith never went evil in out little world, k? Set after the end of the third season.
Many thanks to Firefly-chan at ff.n. We have altered the story as best we could to include your information and have fixed up the misspelled word. Stamford os now Stamford again. ;)
shana
A Restless Revival Prologue
By: lirpa and shana
Buffy turned in her seat to watch the Welcome to Sunnydale sign fade into the distance.
"Chill, B," Faith commanded.
"It's just so different, Faith. I mean what if they need us in Sunnydale?"
"There's only so much we can do there, B. There's a whole country out there that needs protecting, and we can't do that from Sunnydale."
"But..." Buffy began.
"But what?"
"It's the Hellmouth, Faith. It needs a Slayer."
"I'm sure that the guys will be fine. They have Angel to help them if things go to Hell."
"Which, Sunnydale, being on the Hellmouth, it very well might," Buffy replied rebelliously.
"I though we agreed that neither of us could stand to live there any longer?"
Buffy sifted uncomfortably. "I know, Faith, but I still feel bad abandoning them like this."
"We're not abandoning them, B. We're just going to where we can do the most good."
"Which is?"
Faith gestured broadly to the landscape flying past, taking one hand off the wheel to do so. "Out there."
"Of course," Buffy muttered, settling down into her seat.
They traveled in silence for several moments.
"So, where are we going, Faith?" Buffy queried.
"I thought the East Coast first, but if you think we should go somewhere else I'm all ears."
"How the Hell should I know? I only know the West Coast."
"Bullshit, B. You only know California."
"So?"
"Nothing. Forget I said anything."
Buffy sighed. "This is going to be uncomfortable, isn't it?"
"Most probably, B. You have to admit we just run each other the wrong way. You being a goody-goody and all."
"I am not a goody-goody!" Buffy denied.
"The hell you aren't. What was the last rule that you broke?"
"I'm in this car with you, aren't I?"
"True," Faith was forced to allow that particular point.
"So how long will it take to get there?"
"Well, what city do you want to go to?"
"New York?"
"Awfully bust though."
"Boston?"
"Don't want to go back there."
"Then just keep driving Faith. We'll figure it out on the way."
Faith laughed. "Like always, B. Like always."
One Week Later
"So, B, this is Stamford," Faith declared.
"Who cares? Let's go find some vamps to beat the crap out of."
"Five by five, B," Faith agreed.
"What does that mean, anyway?" Buffy demanded irritably.
Faith shrugged. "It's just an expression, B. Grab your stakes and let's go find us some vamps to slay."
"Fine by me," Buffy agreed, grabbing several stakes from the back seat.
"I wonder what we'll find tonight," Faith mused to herself.
"Hopefully some nasties."
"Yeah, well, try to avoid getting the shit beat out of you like last time, k, B? I did so not enjoy that trip to the emergency room with you."
"You think that you didn't enjoy it," Buffy returned. "I was the one bleeding out over the backseat."
"Which was hell to clean up, by the way," Faith returned.
"Oh, shut up."
"Are you ready, B?" Faith questioned.
"Oh, yeah, I was born ready. I'll get the most tonight."
Faith snorted. "You wish, B."
"I've been at it a hell of a lot longer than you, Faith," Buffy replied, heading for the nearest alley, Faith jogging to catch up.
They spent the evening moving through town, from the middle class area through to the mansions.
"Don't think they'll be many here," Buffy whispered to Faith.
"Probably not," Faith agreed. "Someone going missing from here would actually be missed."
"And the people here have a lot of money to pay for private investigators."
"But the private investigators end up dead too," Faith finished.
Buffy's reply was cut off by a scream.
"No rest for the wicked, B," Faith cracked as they took off, running towards the sound.
"And then no rest for us," Buffy replied, turning sharply. The scream sounded again.
"Down that street, B," Faith prodded. "There vamps around one person, probably a female or a young man."
"I see it, Faith." Both slayers headed for the vamps and their victim.
"Hey, uglies!" Buffy called loudly. All three vampires turned to look at them, smiles making their faces even uglier.
"Why don't you try us on for size?" Faith challenged.
"Gladly," one snarled and advanced. In moments, all three were dust.
"Stupid fledges," Buffy muttered, leaving Faith to deal with the intended victim.
"Who are you?" the woman managed to force out. She seemed to be around fifty, but still quite pretty.
"It doesn't really matter ma'am," Faith replied.
"I think I'm going to insist," the woman replied.
"My name is Faith Pryce, and the blonde is Buffy Summers."
"Faith?"
"Yes?"
"What were those things?"
Faith shrugged. "Vampires."
"Vampires don't exist," the woman dismissed.
"The street gangs on PCP. It doesn't really matter to me what you believe. I just thought that you were the kind of person who would appreciate the truth."
The woman nodded. "I do." Just then Buffy returned, giving the woman a quick once over.
"All clear."
"Good. We'll take you home. Which house is yours, ma'am,?"
"It's just up the street," she replied, pointing to a mansion.
The woman took a deep breath. "My name is Linda McMahon."
Buffy raised an eyebrow. "So?"
"So, I'd like to offer you both a job."
Fin Prologue.