Author:
MagnusXXN
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: BTVS doesn't belong to me, it's
Joss
Whendon's baby as is Angel. I don't own X-Men or the concept
of
mutants that's Marvel's baby. I just own this story but I don't
have
any money so sue someone else. Part 14
Rise
of the Juggernaut
Thankfully
daylight soon poured through the windows. The night had
been an
interesting one. Sometime during the night Buffy fell off
her bed
and snuggled up beside Xander. She was tossing and turning
in her
bed having one hell of a nightmare. When she fell off next to
him
he was ready to wake her up. But as soon as she snuggled up next
to
him she stopped.
And that's how Faith woke up with her face
pressed firmly against
Xander's shoulder. It took her a minute
before remembering all that
had happened since she woke from the
coma.
"Hey sleepyhead. Want to give me back my arm so I
can go get us some
breakfast?" She latched onto his arm
sometime during the night with
a vice like grip. If he'd been
anyone else that arm would have
broken under her strength, but
being him it didn't hurt at all.
"Sure. Can we have
pancakes?" She was in a happy mood. She was no
longer wanted
for murder. She had all Buffy's friends to herself.
And she had,
had one of the soundest sleeps in years. And she knew
whom to
thank for that. Xander, always the white knight. He didn't
even
try to cop a feel during the night.
"Of course we can.
My, your chipper this morning." Whatever
weirdness she was
dealing with last night seemed to be over.
"Yep that's me.
All chippery." She tried to pull off one of Buffy's
strange
little sayings. Faith was sure she got it off because Xander
wasn't
looking at her odd anymore.
So they untangled themselves from
one another and got ready for
breakfast. Faith got to the shower
first and was only slightly
surprised at her reflection. It wasn't
just seeing Buffy's face
looking back at her. It was that she
looked happy. Maybe she'd stick
around Sunny Dale longer then she
expected.
Xander didn't need a shower. One other perk about
being him he no
longer got dirty. It was like filth slid right off
him like water
off a ducks back. So all he needed to do was head
down to the
kitchen.
"Hey, Mrs. S. Where do you keep
the pancake stuff?" Joyce who had
sat down for a cup of
orange juice pointed out where to find it.
"Buffy have a
craving for them?" She asked as she read her
newspaper.
"Ya.
Guess she got over whatever wiggings she had going after she
fought
Faith." He shrugged as he poured the stuff into the pan
and
began to cook. "Buffy doesn't eat them very often. Most
of the time
it's just cereal and juice."
A few minutes
later a fully dressed Buffy walked into the kitchen in
very Faith
like clothing. Tight black tank tip and leather pants.
With sharp
dark green eyeliner on. In all she looked nice, and very
hot.
"All
dressed up for Riley?" The slayer's mom asked over
her
newspaper.
"Yeah, sure." Faith shrugged. It's
not like she had ever met the
guy, but he might be good for a
laugh. She thought.
"Here you go. Eat up." Xander
piled the pancakes onto her plate. At
least a dozen and Faith soon
covered them with butter. "Thanks Xan."
She mumbled out
threw a mouthful of pancakes.
"Your very welcome. Mrs. S
You want a few?" Before she could answer
he had already piled
a few on.
"Thanks Xander." Joyce wasn't going to eat
any but it would be rude
to refuse after all the work he had done
on them. And they did look
and smell very nice.
"Yeah,
thanks Xan." Faiths was still busy shoving pancakes into
her
mouth.
"Just taking care of my girls." He
said as he turned to fix his own
plate. Totally missing the look
they shared from his comment.
"Buffy, you need a ride to
school?"
"I thought I might play hooky, just for
today. If that's alright?"
Faith tried to sound as innocent
as she could not wanting to upset
the good vibes that were spread
throughout the kitchen. If every one
of Buffy's mornings were this
good then why was she such a stuck up
bitch, Faith
wondered.
"Yeah, but don't make a habit of it. Xander,
you going to Giles?"
Joyce asked as she finished off her
plate and put it into the sink.
"Yeah, it's not like I have
anywhere else." He sounded sad all of a
sudden Joyce could
have kicked herself. She hadn't meant to remind
him how he
couldn't walk around like everyone else during the
day
anymore.
"Xander, you know I didn't mean it like
that." She reassured him.
Mrs. Summers really hated this
town. She hated it before and even
more after learning about
vampires and demons. But the fact that
most of the town was full
of bigots really upset her. "Buffy, want
to tag along with
Xan?"
"Yeah, sure." Faith didn't know what the
problem was. After all most
of the mutant stuff had popped up
after she had been put in the
hospital. "Come on Xman."
"Hey
help me with this." He picked up his black helmet.
"Isn't
that thing hot?" She asked with a frown.
"Naw."
She stopped him from putting it over his face.
"Why not leave
it here for the day? Get some sun. Don't want your
face to get
pasty, do we?" She joked.
She wondered how long he'd been
wearing that thing. His skin still
looked normal so it couldn't
have been for too long. But it kind of
grated on her nerves that
he thought he had to wear it, to hide who
he was.
"Buff,"
he sounded pained, "its not problem. Besides we're taking
the
back way around town."
She was starting to lose her cool.
"Just leave it for the day. What
trouble could it cause?"
Of course she didn't know about how the
cops liked to beat up
those few mutants in the area. Or how everyone
looked at him like
a freak. How could she?
"Just help me put it on. I don't
want to cause any trouble. I'm
getting used to it." And
before Faith knew what was happening she
had wrapped her arms
around him in a hug. Maybe Buffy's body
remembered how to react.
Faith thought. It was easier to think about
that and not the
heartbreaking fact that he was starting to get used
to hiding
behind a mask.
"Sure Xan, sure." She gave in. Her
mind raged at her for acting so
soft. That he wasn't really her
friend; that he was Buffy's. But
that didn't stop her hands from
shaking as she fixed the black
contraption over his head. It
seemed a crime to her to hide such a
smiling happy face behind
cold black steal.
