(Author's Notes: Lyrics in this chapter come from Jewel's 19-? Album Pieces Of You. In this chapter, I'm back to the "partial" lyrics. THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS MILD DESCRIPTION OF A SEXUAL ENCOUNTER BETWEEN TWO WOMEN. You have been warned. BTW, this chapter is 14 pages long :D)
You took your coat off, and stood in the rain.
You were always crazy like that.
Tru scampered out the door as quickly as possible to inform Davis about her case and save the victim from what should be inevitable.
As soon as the door had closed Faith spoke out loud what she was thinking. "God...we're like opposites... I kill 'em, she saves 'em... Anyways... gotta get to the gym." She strolled over to the door, picking up a heavy black duffel bag on her way out.
You were always the mysterious one with
dark eyes and careless hair.
You were fashionably sensitive, but too cool to care.
She got to the gym fairly quickly, surprising herself at how she already knew her way around this huge city.
She paid the $12 fee at the reception area and made her way up to the weight-lifting area.
"Let's see how much I can handle right now..." She said to herself, ignoring the large group surrounding someone else lifting weights, and their 'oohs' and 'aahs'.
She placed 500 pounds on each end of the pole and laid down on her back.
"Come on Faith, you can do this, it's kiddy stuff."
And with a small push, a whole 1000 pounds flew up along with Faith's one hand.
"Hm.. not bad..." She said again to herself.
One of the beefy men in the crowd beside her turned his head and his eyes widened in shock.
"Yo, lookit that chick... that's 1000 in one frikken' hand!" He said to one of the other guys.
At that, all the men turned around, staring at Faith in the very same shock.
Faith, oblivious, just kept counting, "50, 51, 52...." It was surprising that she couldn't hear the sounds of 24 jaws smacking the gym floor.
Soon, the crowd was circled around her. It didn't matter, she still ignored them, until a familiar voice popped up from behind the huge men.
"HEY! WHAT ABOUT ME! MOVE! I WANNA SEE!"
"Oh my god..." Faith gasped as she figured out who the voice belonged to.
As fast as she could, she hopped up and ran towards the locker room. She got past the crowd just in time, as the small blonde girl reached the front and stared at the 1000 pound weight buried into the tile.
"Looks like whoever was here couldn't handle it, ya know? So irresponsible to just give up and leave it like that. Do you all know this guy?" The small girl asked.
"Whoever did that, ain't a guy, lady. She just went towards the locker rooms as soon as she heard you squealin' behind us." One tall balding man said.
"A girl... who could that be... and HEY! I WAS NOT SQUEALING!"
She complained, as all the men broke out into hearty chuckles and walked away.
She sighed and picked up the weights with two hands, plunking it back into the holder.
Well in case you failed to notice,
In case you failed to see,
This is my heart, bleeding before you,
This is me down on my knees.
She then shrugged and headed towards the locker room, where a tall, muscular brunette showered.
The girl, inviting herself in to speak with this stranger spoke loudly and clearly.
"SO, I hear you can't lift weights too well. Tried to lift a thousand and just dropped it. Ya know, you can seriously hurt yourself doing stuff like that..." The blonde drifted off as she took in the sight of this girl's magnificent body. It was curvy, and toned, and tanned and everything else that was perfect.
Faith froze, trying to catch the other girl's face in her peripheral, but failing.
Oh my god... it must be her.. fuck... what do I do...
Faith, clueless of what else to do, simply turned around, a scowl on her features.
Maybe if I act tough she'll leave me alone...
"Oh I can lift fine, B, I just tried to get out of there as quickly as I could to get away from you." Faith noticed that Buffy's gaze was NOT fixated on her eyes, but rather her chest.
"Fai-FAITH?? What the hell are you doing here!?!?!?" Buffy asked, her voice quivering.
"No, no, no B, the question is what are you doing here. This is my city now that I was royally kicked out of Sunnyhell."
Buffy continued to stare at her chest, and Faith decided that this was a perfect time for a smart-assed comment.
"Hey B, you gone blind or something? My eyes are up here." She said, smirking as she continued to rinse herself off.
"Shut up." Buffy said, her eyes becoming small slits.
"Wow. No long 'blah blah blah, holier than thou, you're WRONG and I'm RIGHT' speech? You're losing your touch, B."
Faith grinned widely, her eyes closing momentarily.
Momentarily was long enough for Buffy to lunge out at her.
She didn't attack her though.
"MMMPH!" Faith managed to get out as Buffy pressed her lips roughly.
Faith gasped as the blonde slayer lifted her off the wet tile in the shower and propped her back up against the wall.
"You do NOT want to test me right now, Faith, I haven't had a good slay, or fuck, in a whole fucking month!"
Faith, her eyes widened in pure shock and amusement whispered a raspy question, "W-why?"
"I've been to hell and back looking for you, babe." Buffy spoke in a seductive tone as Faith gasped beneathe her fingers.
"B.. y-you... we... can't do this..." Faith said half-heartedly as she closed her eyes and moaned.
Buffy ignored the fact that her whole back was getting soaked with water, but instead concentrated on the movements of her fingers and the actions they were drawing from the rogue slayer.
"Why? Your boyfriend gonna be jealous?" Buffy smirked.
Faith smirked back, her head still tilted back and eyes closed.
"No."
"Then why worry?"
"Cuz my girlfriend will be... OHHH!" Faith yelled as her whole body quivered and shook, and she collapsed into the blonde's arms.
"Girlfriend eh? Is she hot?" Buffy asked again in that seductive tone.
"Why would you care, Queen Straight?" Faith said sarcastically.
"Would I still be straight oh say... if I did this?" she spoke quietly as she kissed Faith tenderly on the lips, gently prodding her tongue into the other girl's mouth.
MEANWHILE
"Yeah, tall, muscular.. actually, she looks exactly like me." Tru said to one of the bodybuilders in the gym.
He nodded his large shiny head and pointed a thick finger towards the lockers. "That way. And might I say, your friend is a very pretty lady." He said showing off an adorable grin.
"Aw... too bad I'm a lesbian.. cuz I'd date you, cutie!" Tru said and tweaked his nose, passing him and trying not to laugh at his disappointed look.
She entered the locker room and, seeing no one else in there, assumed that it was Faith in the shower.
"Faithy? You almost done.. we're supposed to... do... lunch..."
Tru stood there, completely at a loss of words.
Faith and Buffy were making out and passionately ripping the blondes clothing off.
"FAITH! HOW COULD YOU DO THIS??"
That caught the slayers' attention and they both turned their heads in a jolt, Buffy yelling, "HOLY SHIT! TWIN!?", and Faith trying to explain things to Tru.
"I-it's not what it looks like! I PROMISE!"
Tru just lowered her eyes and shook her head.
"You know, Faith, I trust you more than my own brother... and you go and do this... with her... again."
"Again? This is the first time I've seen B in 3 months!"
Tru's lower lip quivered, and her voice shook terribly as she spoke, "No, it isn't... you did this tomorrow too..."
"No, I couldn't have..." Faith said, unsure, and slowly creeping towards her twin.
"Yes, you did... she was at the magazine stands. She told you to shut up about something, then you said she was losing her touch... and she fucking kissed you. You see, Faith, I'm more mad at you than Buffy, because now I realize that you've been playing me this WHOLE time!" Tru sobbed angrily, " EVEN THEN YOU KISSED BACK! AND NOW! NOW YOU'RE DOING SO MUCH MORE!!! YOU ARE NOT WORTH MY TIME ANYMORE FAITH! I love you, okay? I really do, I've been in love with you since we smacked into eachother... but... you just keep breaking my heart and you don't even know it."
Well in case you failed to notice,
In case you failed to see,
This is my heart, bleeding before you,
This is me down on my knees.
And these foolish games are tearing me apart,
And your thoughtless words are breaking my heart...
You're breaking my heart.
At that, a very upset Tru turned and stormed out of the room, leaving Faith with tears in her eyes.
"But... baby..." Faith whispered to herself, so not even Buffy could hear. "I love you... too... I'm so sorry..."
Buffy came up behind Faith and wrapped her arms around the rogue slayers waist, putting her chin up on her shoulder.
"Hmm. Seems like s freak to me. Now.. where were we..." Buffy whispered as her hand trailed slowly down Faith's stomach, all the way down to...
Faith pulled her hands off and walked away without a word or glance.
She dressed as fast as she could, roughly pulling her clothes on that were sticking to her wet body like glue.
"Faith, where the fuck are you going!? I NEVER GOT MY TURN!"
Faith just glared sideways at her and continued to get dressed.
At that point Buffy just snapped and pushed Faith as hard as she could, almost making the other slayer trip over her pants that hung around her ankles.
Faith still said nothing, but rather pulled her pants up, zipped up her bag and ran out of the locker room, Buffy not far behind.
"COME BACK HERE!" The blonde yelled.
Faith turned around abruptly, deciding that now was the time to speak.
"Hey, B, notice something? I'm NOT FUCKING LISTENING TO YOU! GET IT!" The brunette then swung around and headed for the exit.
"AND BY THE WAY, STANDING HALF NAKED IN A GYM FULL OF HORNY GUYS AIN'T THE BEST WAY TO AVOID 'EM!" the last comment caused the blonde to blush deeply and cover herself, deciding to head back to the locker room and give up on Faith.
You were always brilliant in the morning:
Smoking your cigarettes, and talking over coffee...
...Excuse me, think I've mistaken you for somebody else:
Somebody who gave a damn,
Somebody more like myself
Faith rushed as fast as she could carry herself through the crowded sidewalk, following the brown head of hair swaying back and forth about six people in front of her.
"MOVE! EXCUSE ME! MOVE IT!" She yelled as she shoved fellow pedestrians out of the way, her wet hair whipping her face and clinging to it.
"TRU! STOP! PLEASE!" She yelled as she finally caught up to that evasive head and placed a hand on the owner's shoulder.
It wasn't Tru.
"FUCK!" Faith screamed towards the clueless stranger and spun around, searching for Tru again.
She walked past someone who was blabbing on their cellphone, and she ripped it from their grip.
"Sorry, he can't talk anymore. Gotta go." She said as she pressed 'end' on the phone and tossed the guy a twenty-dollar bill.
Damn capitalists... She thought to herself as the man grinned and nodded.
She dialed the number for the morgue and impatiently waited for Davis to answer.
"City Morgue, Davis speaking."
"AH! THANK YOU! DAVISISTRUTHERE?IGOTTATALKTOHERSOMETHINGBADHAPPENEDANDIHAVETOAPOLOGIZE!" Faith said in a major rush, more worried than ever that she wouldn't get to Tru on time and apologize... she didn't want Buffy more... until now, she hadn't realized how much she wanted Tru... this was no ordinary Faith relationship...which generally lasted about seven minutes.
I DO love her... my conscience was actually right for a change.
"Um, one second...FAITH" Davis said as it became clear he had placed his hand over the microphone, and said her name loud enough to warn someone.
Without a second thought Faith flipped the phone shut and tossed it back to the guy with a nodded thanks.
God I'm even polite now...ugh...
She reached the morgue in record time. Panting and out of breath, she ran into the office where Davis sat twiddling his thumbs and whistling innocently at her.
"She's not here, Faith."
All of Faith's patience had snapped right then, and she lurched towards the man, picking him up by his collar.
"I DON'T HAVE TIME FOR THIS! WHERE THE FUCK IS SHE!?!?" She yelled at the now very frightened looking man.
"Sh-she went home... to...er...pack."
Faith lifted him higher, her glare becoming deeper and far more angrier.
"I SWEAR TO GOD, IF YOU'RE LYING I'LL CUT OFF YOUR-" She threatened, only to be interrupted by Davis' nodding and hoarse whisper.
"I promise" he said.
Faith dropped him, and he landed safely back in his swivel chair, gasping for breath.
The slayer sped out of the building and back to Tru's apartment yet again in record time.
As she reached the 3rd floor, she pulled out her key and burst in the door, to see Tru settled on the floor, her knees clenched to her chest and face buried in her hands, he relentless sobbing becoming quite noticeable.
Faith closed the door quietly and tip-toed her way over to her lover.
Lover...? Wow.. I like the sound of that...
The thought made Faith smile widely, unfortunately, right when Tru looked up at her and caught that smile.
She stood up and stormed over to her phone, which was located in her half- kitchen.
"This doesn't seem like something to smile about, Faith, but then again, you always WERE the insensitive. Now get out, before I call the cops." Tru said defiantly.
Faith only smiled softly, knelt down, and pulled the phone cord out of it's socket.
"No... you won't." She said as she held the cord up and waved it around a bit. "GET OUT FAITH! YOU'RE NOT WELCOME HERE ANYMORE!" Tru yelled, her blood- shot and teary eyes betraying her angry tone.
Faith just inched towards her, outstretching her arms.
"Tru... I'm sorry... I never meant to..." The slayer began to explain.
Tru spun around at that moment, grabbing a butcher's knife on instinct and turning around, stabbing it through Faith's shoulder.
Faith stopped right in her tracks and gasped, the blood starting to literally pour from the wound.
Tru pulled her hand away in pure and utter shock.
"OH MY GOD!!! WHAT HAVE I DONE???" She scolded herself, and reached for the handle of the large blade, only to have Faith's hand grab her wrist.
"No. Don't....t-take it out-t... If g-going through this pain will sh-show you how much I c-care... about y-you...then...don't take it out..."
"Faith, NO! YOU'LL BLEED TO DEATH!"
Faith just smirked, all the colour draining out of her face as she leaned on the counter to help out her already straining legs.
"You're worth d-dying for, babe...I... love you..." She whispered.
"NO! NO! DON'T SAY THAT! BECAUSE WHEN YOU SAY IT YOU'LL DIE AND THEN I'LL NEVER GET TO TELL YOU I LOVE YOU TOO! Please Faith! Don't be like Luc, GIVE ME SOMEONE TO LIVE FOR!"
Faith smiled again, only to turn and spit some blood into the sink.
"T-take it out..." Faith whispered, her eyes becoming heavily lidded.
Tru hesitantly pulled out the blade, becoming more upset with Faith's pained groans.
The slayer collapsed onto the floor, with Tru quickly placing herself beneath her...
"Faith? FAITH! STAY AWAKE!! DON'T LEAVE ME! PLEASE!!!"
Faith just smiled again, her eyes closing, blood rapidly flowing from the wound and turning her white tank top a light shade of pink.
"I w-won't... I'll never leave...as long...as long as you want me..."
"I DO! I DO WANT YOU! Please...please don't go Faith..."
The slayer's eyes then closed fully and her smile disappeared.
"NO! NO WAKE UP! PLEASE!"
And these foolish games are tearing me,
You're tearing me, you're tearing me apart.
And your thoughtless words are breaking my heart...
You're breaking my heart.
You took your coat off and stood in the rain;
You were always crazy like... that...
(AUTHOR'S NOTES #2: I'm sorry... but it just had to end this way... well... until tomorrow :O )