Note to all: never intended this to be a fem-slash story. Ok, so a lot of my stories are fem-slash: this wasn't meant to be one of them.
It just kind of happened.
Honest.
The Sunnydale Connection (Part 6)
"Um, guys?" Willow knocked tentatively on the bedroom door, "Buffy want to see us all downstairs." No response came from the other side, and she tentatively opened it, "Are you two ok?" She stopped when she saw Faith in bed with her arms wrapped around Mathilda, the two of them evidently asleep.
"Who is it?" Faith asked, waking when her Slayer-senses alerted her to someone else was in the room, "What is it Red?"
"Um, Buffy wants to see everyone downstairs..." Willow trailed off hesitantly.
"What?" Faith asked, then looked at the still sleeping Mathilda, then back to the Witch, "Figured you be the one person here to accept this."
"I do, it's just a little..."
"Unexpected? Yeah, kind of." Faith grabbed her clothes from the floor, "Tell B we'll be down in ten."
"Ok." Willow quickly closed the door and headed back down stairs as fast as she could, more than a little confused.
"Hey, time to wake up M." Faith shook Mathilda's shoulder.
The 9mm was pressed against her face in an instant, the Potential's speed and reflexes surprising even the Dark Slayer.
"Sorry: old habit's die hard and all." Mathilda lowered the gun then looked at Faith, "Did we really...?"
"Yeah, twice."
"I've never even considered anything like that before."
"Can't say it's not something I've not wondered about, but never actually gone through with."
"Is this going to get weird?"
"Define 'weird'? I'm a Slayer; you're my potential replacement. We live on top of a gateway to hell and could die at any minuet. I can't help but feel that what we did last night was the least 'weird' thing we've done all week."
"It's just..." Mathilda rested her head against the pillow, "I'm not that experienced, relationship wise: I could never get involved with a 'normal' person because I could never tell them what I did for a living. And the people who know what I did were all a little, well, unpleasant."
"Hey, like I said: I always figured I was going to die young, so I never contemplated a relationship."
"And now?"
"And now I say we wait to see how this all works out: I've been hurt too many times by losing people I'm close to, and I'm not sure I want to risk it again." Faith looked sad, "Sorry if that seems a little selfish, but it's just the way I am."
"Hey, I understand." Mathilda pulled Faith down for a kiss, "So what do we do now?"
"As much fun as this would be to continue, B want to see everyone downstairs." Faith broke away reluctantly, "And I'd hate to have to face her if we were late."
Everyone was waiting for them when they finally got to the living room to hear what Buffy had to say that was so important. They got glances from the other Potentials, aside from Kennedy who as ever only had eyes for Willow.
Mathilda couldn't help but feel that there was going to be a problem at some point in the future when Buffy finally had enough of the younger woman's snide remarks.
"Ok, now we're all here, we can begin." Buffy stood in the middle of the room, "All of you have to make a choice..."
"You really think this plan of Buffy's is going to work?" Mathilda stood in the middle of a basement tunnel under Sunnydale High School, sword in hand, "It's kind off the wall."
"Off the wall's what B does best." Faith pushed a large bookcase against a doorway, blocking it off, "Besides, short of napalming the Hellmouth, what other choice do we have?"
"I'm with the napalm plan." Principal Woods checked to door to make sure it wouldn't open, "But since we don't have any..."
"I know how to make it." Mathilda admitted absentmindedly, and then saw the look the other two gave her. "What? It was in Fight Club."
"Film geek." Faith smiled, "Come on; we got two more doors to block before we go."
"So what do we do now?" Mathilda asked once they had all returned to Buffy's house at the end of a long day, "Just sleep and forget about what we're going to do tomorrow?"
"Eat, drink and make merry, for tomorrow we may die." Faith shrugged, unscrewing the top to a bottle of whisky and taking a deep gulp, "You got any better ideas?"
"No." Mathilda sat next to the other woman and took a long drink from the bottle, "Apart from going upstairs and finishing what we started earlier."
"Normally I'd agree, but some how this time it feels a little..."
"Different?"
"Yeah."
"So what do we do instead?"
"We drink."
"How do you feel?" Faith asked next morning, finishing her second mug of strong black coffee, "You look like I feel."
"Yeah, so do you." Mathilda rubbed her aching head; "I'd almost welcome the end of the world at this point."
"Almost?"
"Well, I've got one thing to live for."
"True." Faith kissed the older woman deeply, "You ready?"
"As anyone could ever be." Mathilda lifted her sword, "Hi-ho, hi-ho, off to the Hellmouth we go..."
To Be Continued...