Author's Note: Aha! Reviews really do get you what you want, and if I remember correctly, this is the most reviews I've ever received on a single chapter of a story! So this is definitely a priority!
Aren't you all proud of me? Two updates in one day? Hells yeah. (God I love that old-people-talkin'-getto-fabulous-commerical)
Italics=Dreams, or strong feeling
Pairings For the Story: Fwahahaha! The pairings: Faith/???; Lindsay/Harrison; mild Xander/Dawn (yes, they're coming into the story eventually); mild Tru/Davis; Buffy/???
About "How did Faith not come to be with her family?": It's one of the more potent questions of the story, and I'm not going to answer it for a very long time.
P.S.: This is post-Buffy series finale, and post-Tru Calling season finale. So how does Harrison/Lindsay happen? Oh, I'll be happy to answer ;)
Chapter Two: Happy Birthday!
"I am the Slayer, yadda, yadda, yadda. I am the only one who can destroy the vampires the demons, and the forces of darkness, yadda, yadda, yadda. And above all, I've got these wacko faboo dreams. Woo hoo." –Buffy (Novel)
On the terrace of a rather beautiful apartment building, two women barely within their high school years fought. Their right wrists handcuffed to one another, so neither could escape this fight. One a slim, short blonde, the other a well-muscled brunette, looked each other straight in the eye.
"What's the matter? All that killing, you afraid to die?" the blonde asks, although it was more of a taunt than anything
The brunette spun her opponent so she could get the leverage to use her legs and manages to snap the handcuff chain. They face off.
Faith, the brunette gripped a length of pipe. Buffy unsheathed a rather decorative, beautiful knife.
"That's mine." Faith stated venomouslyBuffy almost smiled. "You're about to get it back."They exchanged blows, Faith dodging the knife. They moved to the edge of the terrace and Faith held Buffy at the edge."Man, I'm going to miss this." Faith stated.Buffy broke Faith's grip, plunging the knife into her opponent's abdomen. Both of them looked stunned for a moment."You did it." Faith smiled weakly, throwing Buffy away from her. "You killed me." She climbed onto the low wall at the edge of the terrace and glanced down. "Still won't help your boy, though. Shoulda been there, B, quite a ride."
Faith fell backward off the wall and landed in the bed of a moving truck. Buffy scrambled to the wall and sees the brunette's body, unmoving, ride away.
Tru, Tru, Tru…wake up Tru!
"Tru! Tru! Wake up!" Meredith shook Tru's body viciously, smiling at the first signs of her consciousness.
Tru groaned. "I'm up, I'm up, calm yourself." She yawned, stretching out momentarily, but suddenly let her limbs fall to her comforter. "What are you doing here?"
"Don't give me that crap, Tru." Meredith responded, and then sighed after a while. "It's your birthday!"
"Oh… uh… right." Wow; how could she forget that it was her birthday today?
"Harry's supposed to be here, too, but the jackass had to run off to get—" Meredith cut herself off, realizing that she shouldn't be informing Tru of her birthday presents. "Something." An opening door could be heard ringing in their ears. "Speak of the devil." She got up from sitting at Tru's bedside, walking down the hallway.
"Nice timing, Harry," Meredith greeted with a strange, rare amount of sincerity.
"Well, we missed her. I saw Tru in the street when I went to pick 'it' up," he gestured to the oddly shaped package that appeared to be moving. "She seemed pretty genuinely pissed off. And she has a motorcycle." Harrison emphasized.
"Harrison, what are you talking about? I just woke Tru up!"
"No way… you couldn't have… I saw her!" he argued. "In the flesh. Outside. In broad daylight."
"You feelin' okay?" Meredith asked.
"Yes, I am feeling O-KAY!"
"Jeez, Harrison… just asking… it's not like Tru just has some twin walking around."
Meanwhile, Tru dressed quickly, and despite her birthday being imminent, if not already here, she still had work, lives to save, the works. "Another day," Tru muttered, pulling on a shirt. "Another wacko dream."
She recalled the dream once again; two girls fighting. Even before Tru could develop her earliest memories, there were the dreams. Always a girl, always fighting. They were the priestess, the police officer, the socially inept teen, the peasant. Anyone. And there were the monsters, the things that went bump in the night. All the things you thought were just under your bed. And she was fighting them. She was them. Or, at least, that was the only way Tru could describe it. And the dreams; they were getting worse. Coming more often than ever, and hitting hard and fast.
But she refused to revel this to anyone at all. That would just spark her father's worry, Meredith suggesting a therapist or something like that, and Harry just thinking she was some wack job.
As she thought of the dream again, the brunette looked so similar, almost identical to her…
No. It's just a dream. Nothing big. At all.
Harrison and Meredith entered her bedroom again after Tru had fully dressed and was ready for work at the morgue. Harry handed her the package, badly wrapped, and if Tru could see correctly, shuddering. "Uh… Tru? Uh… happy birthday…" he eyed her strangely.
"Who died?" Tru asked sarcastically.
"Harry's just going nuts," Meredith began. "He thought he saw you in town this morning." She explained rationally. "This chick, like, gave him a psychological kick in his ass."
Tru smiled a little, tearing away at the wrapping, which she noticed, had holes in it.
"What did you just say?"
"Buffy, they're dead. Lorne just called. Angel, Spike, Gunn… everyone."
"Dawn! You stupid little liar! How can you say something like that?"
"Buffy… I—I… I'm telling the truth."
"No you aren't… they… they can't…"
TRU!!!
"Holy crap! Harry, call 911 or something… oh, Tru, thank God… you… you just passed out." Meredith said all of this very fast. Something warm and sticky was touching her cheek. A tongue?
A small, rather scrawny looking half-grown puppy, a black color with a wishbone-shaped white patch on its chest was the licker of her cheek. Tru sat up from the floor of her bedroom. "You got me a dog?" she smiled a bit.
Harrison, helping Tru up, nodded. "We got him from the shelter. He doesn't even have a name yet—"
"Are you alright Tru?" Meredith interjected.
"I'm fine… I… I just, I don't know…" Tru sighed. "I better get to work. Would you mind babysitting, Harry?"
"No problem birthday girl." He grinned, picking up the small canine.
Tru entered the morgue slowly, pulling on a white jacket as she called out, "Davis! Davis?" He apparently wasn't there. Which was weird, because Davis was never one to be late for work. Maybe he's just caught up in traffic?
"Holy shit."
Tru heard a voice, her own voice, and turned around. "Oh my God! Who are you?" she snapped.
It was Faith.
Next Chapter: Lindsay's back, and babysitting Tru's puppy with Harrison; Faith attempts to kick Tru's ass; Faith and Tru realize who they are…
… all that and a bag of chips!