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.
Shana
A Restless Revival: Chapter Three
By: lirpa and shana
A Week Later
Giles settled his glasses more firmly on his nose. He'd spent most of the week trying to convince the head office of this company that is was imperative he speak with Buffy and Faith. Today he was scheduled to speak with a woman named Linda McMahon.
He was shown in by a quiet secretary. The woman behind the desk was dressed on a navy business suit, looking every inch the consummate professional.
"Mr. Giles," she stated, offering him a hand to shake.
He took it, perhaps a little reluctantly, and replied, "Mrs. McMahon."
He let go of her hand and sat down in a chair across from her, the desk separating them by a space of as little as three feet.
"I understand you wish to speak to Buffy and Faith. Unfortunately, they're currently on tour."
"Well, yes, but it is imperative that I speak to them," he stammered out.
Linda smiled slightly. "I thought you might say that so I took the liberty of a arranging a conference call." She hit a small button on her phone.
"Hello, Buffy, Faith."
"Hey, Linda," Faith greeted. "B's just going over the tape again."
"I have a Mr. Giles here who wants to speak to you two."
There was a yelp in the background, no doubt from Buffy. "Giles?"
A throat was cleared on the other end. "Yes, Buffy."
"Good to hear from you, G-man," Faith agreed. "What can we do for you?"
"We need you two to come back to Sunnydale."
Faith snorted. "Not going to happen G-man. B and I are happy here."
"Buffy?"
"Faith's right, Giles," Buffy replied solemnly. "This is a dream job for Faith and I. We can cross the country like this Giles, and do the most good. So please, don't ask me to come back. Angel's in LA if you really need help."
"So you won't return hone then? Willow and Xander miss you," he questioned sadly.
"I was going to get them hurt, or even killed, some day, Giles. This is a better way for me to fulfill my calling."
"I fear you're right," Giles stated sadly.
"I'll call you if I need any help," Buffy offered.
"I shall tell the others that I tried, at least."
"You do that G-man," Faith agreed. "In the meantime, you know where to find us if there's an apocalypse or something."
Giles swallowed the lump in his throat. "Indeed. If this is your final decision, girls?"
"It is, Giles."
"Then I wish you both the very best."
"Thank you, Giles," Buffy replied, a catch in her voice.
"Yeah, thanks G-man," Faith added on. "Sorry to cut this conversation short but we've got to hit the gym before the show tonight."
"You girls know what you're doing tonight?" Linda asked solicitously.
"Yep. I'm going out with Hunter and his friends to introduce myself, and B's going to get in my face about it."
"Hope," Linda corrected mildly. "You and Hope are going to have a small confrontation."
"Right."
"I'll be watching, girls."
"Okay, Linda. Is that a hint to go and do our best?"
"I'm sure you're always going to do your best," Linda replied.
"Of course," Buffy interjected. "Sorry, Linda, but we really have to hit the gym."
"Of course, girls. Have fun."
"Bye, Giles," Buffy stated.
"Yeah, bye, G-man," Faith added.
"Good bye," he stammered out as the phone went dead.
"Well, Mr. Giles." Linda began.
"Indeed. I can see that the girls do not wish to leave your employ and I can not force them to. Nor would I want to."
"Very well. Mr. Giles. Can I show you the way out?"
"No, I know the way out," Giles replied, getting up and heading towards the door like it was the gallows.
"And, Mr. Giles?"
Giles stopped, but didn't turn around. "Yes?"
"I'm sorry."
"So am I, Mrs. McMahon. So am I," Giles replied sadly.
Buffy sighed and set down the weights. Faith had already headed towards the showers. She had to arrive at the arena with Hunter while Buffy was going to arrive with Shawn, who she still hadn't met.
Just then Hunter walked into the gym. Followed by two men, one who Buffy thought might be Randy Orton. He certainly looked like the man Faith had been all over last week.
"Buffy," Hunter called out easily.
"Hunter," she replied just as easily.
"What are you doing here?" He asked.
"Faith and I are just leaving actually," she replied easily. "When are you supposed to be leaving?"
Hunter looked down at his watch. "We're leaving in a couple of hours."
"I'll tell Faith. You want to meet her down in the lobby?"
"Sounds good." Hunter agreed. "When's Shawn picking you up for your grand arrival?"
Buffy shrugged. "How should I know? I've never met him."
Hunter turned to looked at her, aghast. "You haven't met Shawn yet?"
"He stopped by our room at the arena last week before I got back and talked to Faith. I'm sure he'll find me before we have to go."
"B?" Faith hollered.
"I'm coming Faith," Buffy returned, turning to smile apologetically at Hunter. "I gotta go."
After a quick shower both Slayers returned to their hotel room to prepare for their arrival at the arena.
"Hunter said to meet him in the lobby around five," Buffy called to Faith as she zipped up skirt, which was bordering on being mini short tonight. It went well with her heels though. Faith had convinced her to make the heels her trademark.
"B, come in here and zip this up, would you?" Faith called.
Buffy entered the washroom to see Faith struggling with the zipper on her leather minidress.
"How can you breathe in this?" Buffy demanded, pulling the zipper to the top, She stepped back to look at Faith's complete look. Black heels, not unlike her own, the black leather minidress, fishnet stockings, and heavy, heavy eye makeup.
"You look like a whore, Faith," Buffy observed.
"Isn't that the point?" Faith replies. "You're the good girl, and I'm the bad girl. Remember, Hope?"
"Yeah, I remember. Now, I have to put my makeup on, so maybe you could go watch the door?" Buffy suggested.
"Why? Are you expecting someone?"
"I'm kind of hoping my ride to the arena will show up," Buffy replied, leaning closer to the mirror to apply her mascara.
"'Kay, B. But I'm going at five to five, whether you're out of here or not."
"Fine," Buffy answered distractedly.
Just then there was a knock on the door. "Come in," Faith called. "It's still open."
Shawn stepped in to give Faith a cursory glance. "You really should lock your door, you know."
Faith shrugged. "It's nothing we can't handle. B, your ride's here." The last she called in the general direction of the bathroom.
"I'll be out in a minute," Buffy called back.
'Well, I'm out of here. Make yourself at home. See ya, B, or should I say Hope?"
"Bye, Faith." And just then Buffy emerged from the bathroom looking perfect.
"You're Shawn?" She asked tucking a lock of stray hair behind her ear.
"Yes."
"I'm Buffy. We're supposed to be working together, so do you want to go now?"
"Yes."
At the Arena
"So, how did your shoot go, B?" Faith called from her chair in the Divas locker room.
"Good. And yours?"
Faith turned and smiled. "I think I avoiding flashing anyone when I got out of the car."
Buffy could only roll her eyes. "That's so something you'd have to worry about."
A blonde poked her head in the door. "Hi, I'm Torrie Wilson, from Smackdown." She paused, as if expecting them to recognize her name.
"So?" Faith drawled. "I'm Faith and this is Buffy. We're new, in case, you didn't already know that."
"Well," Torrie huffed, turning on her heel and stalking out of the room as the rest of the "Divas" trickled into the room, introducing themselves by a variety of names.
"I'm never going to remember all of these names," Buffy moaned.
"Cheer up, they'll probably all hate us by the end of the week. I swear, that blonde bimbo was a demon."
"She didn't set off my Sense," Buffy argued.
"So? Maybe she's got some sort of funny mojo that hides who she really is."
Just then Randy stuck his head into the dressing room. "Faith, we're getting ready to go out and explain who you are."
"'Kay, coming," Faith called back, having a bit of difficulty shimmying out of her chair while still keeping her dress presentable, a feat she managed admirably.
"See ya later tonight, B," she called as Randy led her down the hall, towards the stage and the rest Evolution . A moment later, Shawn appeared at the door.
"Hope?"
"Coming Shawn. No you know our cue?" Buffy asked jumping down from her chair.
"Yep. Are you ready?"
"As I'll ever be."
They headed towards the stage in time to hear Hunter proclaim, "And I know that you're all wondering who this lovely lady is." He paused for effect. "This young lady is my girlfriend, Faith." And then Shawn's music hit.
Fini Chapter Three.