Title: Maybe, Just Maybe
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Pairings:Buffy/Faith
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Rating: R for adult scenes

Note: This chapter is from Buffy's POV. The last chapter was the only one from Faith's POV. Thanks for all the reviews! I really love you guys!

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Chapter 14

I swallowed, astounded at Angel. 'Angel…I thought I'd-er…you were…with-'

He stopped, mere feet from me, seeming consumed by the information he himself was about to spill. 'You've gotta get out of here. You and Faith. As soon as possible.'

I glanced at Giles, who had risen from his chair and stood beside me. 'What? Why, I don't understand, what's…going on-'

'Red demons, Erachnii, have someway found a way out of the underworld, and are looking for you, killing any human beings they find on the way. You can't stop them, don't even try. Just get out of here. You've gotta leave.'

'Angel, we can't leave, not if these "Red Demons" are threatening to kill the entire human race, especially if they've already started-'

'They're literally invincible, Buffy, you can't kill them, you never WILL.' Angel paused and I believe I was near to fainting. Too much information for my tiny little brain. 'Listen to me. I spotted a few down at this cemetery yesterday night they were going into this crypt, I don't know what for, I just know that they were going there. I tried to follow them the best I could but I had to leave…I wouldn't stand a chance going up against one of those things.' He subconsciously licked over his lips and continued speaking. 'I suggest you try your hardest to run. You and Faith…'

'No, whoa, whoa, whoa, wait a minute. You want me and Faith to pack up and leave Sunnydale because a pack of "Red Demons" are gonna exterminate the entire human race? If they're spilling out everywhere then what makes you think they won't track us down? Angel, I can't leave. I have to stay here and fight this. That other one did. And she was alone. I have Faith. And I have you guys.' I turned to Giles who seemed as if he'd been concentrating intensely on this entire discussion. 'Giles, what do we do, do we fight them?'

'Well they're obviously planning a time to begin this apocalypse. But they need tools, ingredients, various objects.' He turned to Angel, who by now had taken a few more steps in closer to us. 'Angel, you say they were headed for a crypt?'

He nodded and Giles followed. 'Right.' He flipped a few pages in a large ancient book and when reached his destination began reading aloud. 'The Tool of Sanctimony. Designed to summon some of the deadliest forces of the Underworld. They perform a simple yet enormously powerful ritual in which begins to transform this Earth in mere minutes of the ritual having been complete. Erachnii sacrifice multiple human beings' blood by draining them into the Tool of Sanctimony – an offering to the forces. The ritual is performed on the seventh day of the seventh month of what to them is the seventh revolutionary year…for seven of the deadliest forces.'

'Great. So I have to find this "Tool of Sanctimony" thingy…destroy it, AND stop these things from performing an "all hell shall break loose" ritual in…ooh, gee, five days…'

Angel reached out to take a look at the text Giles had been reciting from and I caught a glimpse of the concentration on his face as he began to read it. I paced back and forth the spot I'd been standing in, getting a little too worried to be able to stand still.

'Wonderful. That's just…great,' I mumbled to myself, my words lost as soon as they were told.

'Buffy, you must get Faith immediately. I want you to stay in each other's company – don't let her out of your sight. I mean it. These demons will most certainly not think twice before taking you,' Giles explained to me, his tone worryingly anxious throughout.

I'd been nervously chewing on my lip throughout that, however. How was I supposed to get Faith to willingly move in with me when we weren't even talking?


'Ah…ah…ah!!!' Faith shrieked as her eyes focussed on the ceiling before her and she respired double, maybe even triple time.

I climbed the length of her, trailing kisses up along her naked skin until I reached her chin. 'So you'll stay?' I asked, trying my utmost to be innocent with my voice, albeit slightly ashamed, knowing that the tension between us most probably still lingered, even if it was just a little bit. I tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear and kissed the spot in which it had been.

She hummed throatily for a moment or so, sarcastically contemplating my words. 'Hmm. Might take a leetle more persuasion…' she quipped, and we both chuckled, as I lay back in the space beside her on the comforter.

'Faith, you were screaming less than five minutes ago, and if I remember correctly, the only other time I made you scream like that was when I-' I began snaking my fingers down her body, touching ever so lightly.

'Alright, alright, I'll stay.' I saw the shit-eating grin slapped across her face and I left that to the assumption that she was thinking about that time when I…let's just say…unbearable amounts of pleasure, but…I won't bore with details.

I snuggled in close to her neck, just inhaling her scent for a few moments, then I looked up at her, seeing that her eyes were now closed, a warm smile settled on her lips. 'I'm sorry, baby,' I whispered, my tone naïvely informing her of my apology that was one-hundred per cent earnest.

She nodded, her eyes remaining closed. 'S'ok.'

I thought about what I'd said for a moment. 'No, really, I was way out of order to you. I was being so selfish and I was pissy about everything that I just disregarded your feelings.' I looked up at her again. 'Your feelings matter the most to me, Faithy.'

She craned her neck slightly to look down at me looking up at her. 'Really?'

All at once I was reminded of the sexy, intoxicating coolness of her tone, indeed a lot more matured than my own; deeper, gravely, gorgeously alluring. 'Really, Faith.'

I listened to the lack of sound until she began to speak, and once again it was that enticing, sexy…'Some of the things you say really make me hot and horny all, over, again.'

I didn't have a chance to reply to that because she'd begun exploring my mouth with hers. That beauty extended so goddamned far beyond her voice. The way she kissed me, touched me, breathed on me, rocked with me, lay with me, came with me.

She was my Faith. And I was never going to let her go. Not for the world. I loved her so much. And after Angel, I didn't think I'd be able to love that way again…give myself again, at such a young age. But I fell for her. And here she was, fingers buried to the hilt of me, making me sweat, shiver and scream, stroking my sex the only way I wanted it to be. There was no other person for me. Only her.

I'm yours, Faith. And I love you so much.


Giles leant back against the front of his couch, and took a look at all of the material surrounding him. He reached for his mug of tea and drank from it, eyes still focussing on material he'd cross-referenced with this, that and most definitely the other.

Replacing his drink on the side table, he glanced at the clock. Two thirty-six AM. And he hadn't gotten far. "Ancient" ancient texts and "recent" ancient texts had one thing in common. They were both ancient, thus…difficult to understand. Very rarely did you find translations of translations.

He extended his arms sideways, stretching the muscles out, simultaneously to yawning. He was tired. And this was definitely one of the most difficult tasks he'd faced as a Watcher.

The Council had been working on it also, although they hadn't gotten very much further than Giles.

I closed my eyes and used my sense of touch to feel her spreading kisses along my body, leaving a tingling sensation upon which for my nerves to feast. The sex was so empowering, overwhelming, ceaseless, and the fact that Faith was giving it to me felt even more so, all of these things. She was so indomitable, painfully (in the good sense) powerful, and slow…so very…very slow.

There were moments I believed so much energy encompassed us that my climaxes were more dynamic than the preceding. All because of her. And me. And the connection. Our connection.

He yawned into his hand as his other held a text inches from his face and his eyes scanned deeply across each line, searching for clues, for information, for anything that might be useful. Anything at all. Phrases, passages, chapters. References. Whatever it was, he searched with his eyes, as tired, and paining as they were; he kept at it.

He squinted, then reached for the "Machmachra" and mumbled to himself as he thumbed through pages, until finally. Something.

He'd found a picture of what looked like a potential "tool."

Once again she was rocking to my fingertips and I was concurrently rocking to hers, her body a top mine, the heat of her bunking up my own body temperature. I let her pace quicken according to her own desire - if she wanted it slow, she would go slow with me, and fast? She'd go even SLOWER. Unbearably slow, a torturous pace. Give it three freaking strokes and I was slowly but goddamned surely there. Bucking hips, arching backs, feral moans and desperate whimpers…skin on skin. That mere connection. The solution? Hard and fast – again and again. The Slayer's Way.

He marked down pages and then closed the books, one by one, yellow post-its evidence of his long, pain-staking task. But for now, he was finished.

He lay back, in the centre of his bed, his arms folded upon the duvet that covered him. Eyes bolted open (possibly fastened), dawn threatening to…dawn. Finally, he could rest.

Or not.


Will. Angel. Me. Faith. Giles. Xander. Oz. There we all were. Sat, in the library, the hours moving closer and closer to midnight. A piece of information each, that we all needed to know.

Willow raised her text and licked over her lips, almost ready to start reading. The room contained an almost awkward atmosphere, each piece of information more daunting than the other. We all had to let each other know. And it had to be now. What we knew, we had to share. What we didn't, we wanted to hear. But with a silenced passion, we also didn't want to know.

Willow glanced around at the various eyes, fixated on her, knowing that she was first to read. After letting it back down into her lap, she raised it, looked at its words and inhaled, shakily. She began reading. Followed by Xander. Then Faith. Oz read his passage; then Willow continued on from him. Then Faith began, and then Angel, and then me. And Faith. Each word more ominous than the other, we continued to read until we'd finished.

Then the deathly silence followed.

Giles exhaled, both loudly and silently at the same time. He uncrossed his legs and sat forward, looked around us all seated at the one table in the school library. 'We've all worked together as a team ever since Buffy came to Sunnydale. And we've been a team ever since. Together we've learned, trained and fought. Each time we've had a difficult task ahead…we've fought. We've succeeded. And still we persist…' He took a deep breath, his words so empowering that I know I was compelled to listen to his words yet to come. 'I haven't trained you for this long for you to back out now,' he continued, sombreness being the key to his fine personality.

I cleared my throat, nodding in agreement to his words. I looked across into his eyes, and saw them, unwavering, so very still, so very…sure. 'You're absolutely right.'

'There'll be no backing out,' Faith began. She looked to the rest of the guys. 'If I have to die to save any one of you guys, I'll do it. It's my job.'

'No,' Will interrupted, her voice solemn, sincere as Faith's. 'It's our job. We're in this together.'

'Every single one of us,' Xander reinforced, a certain amount of solemnity present in his usually chirpy tone.

Faith nodded, the appreciation clear in her expression, and beneath the table, she sandwiched my hand in hers, that anxiety flowing through me as it was through her also.

'Okay,' Giles continued as he stood from the wooden chair, and circled it, before beginning to pace, back and forth. 'This is bigger than ANYTHING we've ever done before. It's first and foremost, one of the most dangerous apocalypses we've ever faced. And it happens…in four days time.' He removed his glasses from his face and looked down into a drawing upon the table we were seated around.

'The Crypt. That tool that they will need is here. I'm not certain where exactly it is, but I know that it's somewhere in this Crypt. Willow, I've collected together a few things for a locator spell; can you do it?'

She nodded immediately. 'I've done it a couple of times before, it's worth a shot. Although the conflicting energies might disallow me to find it. It might come up blank, or it might come up with too many possible energies that could be the tool. Do you have any idea how large this thing is?'

Giles scrunched one side of his face a moment, shaking his head at the same time. 'I'm not completely sure. It could be the size of a locket, or the size of this Hellmouth. I simply do not know.'

We all nodded and silence followed.

'I've been drawing up possibilities, eliminating the areas I think are least likely. It's most likely heavily guarded, so we'll have to figure out a way to go in protected, without them knowing,' Giles explained, pointing to the circled points he'd made.

'But if you say this thing could be as large as the Hellmouth itself, then how exactly are we going to get it away from them?'

'Disintegrating spell, and this potion. It won't be easy. But if we're to succeed, we must try. Four of us, to draw upon the four elements.'

'Who's gonna do it?' Xander asked.

Each one of us knew our position, our strengths. And knew who we were, above all. 'Well I have to conduct the spell, so count me in,' Willow stated, a hand outstretched towards her book on the table.

'I've got cosmic connections. I'm in,' Angel confirmed, letting his book down onto the table and then sitting back into his chair, leaning his chin into his palm, resting his elbow upon the arm of the chair.

Faith sighed and sat forward, having been playing with the hem of my tee, now clasping her hands together as her elbows leant against the arms of the chair. 'Slayer. I got cosmic connections too.'

That left me. 'Connections within the whole group. We'd be inter-connected, right. I mean, Angel, I killed you, Willow brought you back, Faith and I, Slayers in existence together. Willow's a Witch…'

'Yes, that's a hell of a lot of supernatural energy, the deities will most definitely be astounded,' Giles added.

'And plus with the more energy there is, the more likely it is to work,' Angel concluded.

Willow started. 'That means we gotta charge up. I know it might sound silly, but-'

'Meditate. Astral Project, draw from other energies, charge up the charkas, whatever energy we can find. It'll reinforce the strength, the powers, blow them away,' Angel explained.

'If we focus on charging specific energies, drawing on the four elements should be easier. For example, Angel if you concentrate on fire, me, water, Faith, air and Buffy, Earth, we should all be able to connect with that specific element and make it easier to summon. I'm not saying those specific elements assigned to that specific person, but just as an example.'

'No, it works well, Will. So, how do we go about getting this energy?' Faith enquired, retained that same position as before. She began to sink back into her chair, leaning in close to me, and soon leaning against me. She grasped my hand again and almost immediately I could feel that anxiety again.

Willow shrugged. 'It's up to you. Balancing charkas, consulting spirit guides, animal guides, going to that specific place through meditation, gathering that cosmic energy in whatever way best for you. Buffy, if you're taking Earth, try meditating in the garden, try placing your hands on the grass firmly and feel the energy drawing into you. Faith, if you're taking air, do the same, use the garden, inhale the fresh air and concentrate on how that oxygen drawing into your body can be stored away for supernatural purposes.'

'Okay, but I'm not being funny, I'm not particularly a big fan of fire,' Angel chimed in.

Xander smiled. 'What with you being un-dead and all.'

Willow chuckled. 'How about I take fire, you take water? Go to the ocean, sit in it.'

Giles nodded, having been quietly observing the discussion. 'Wonderful. I'll be working on that spell, which is in Latin, you're all okay with that?' We nodded and he proceeded. 'Four days is all we have. We need to focus. Concentrate. Do whatever it is you must do, but for the love of God, be careful with it. For your own sake.' He drew in a well and truly deserved breath of air and began cleaning his glasses. As he concentrated, we all looked at each other.

Then. The dreaded question. 'When do we go?' I asked Giles, still cleaning his glasses. He looked up from them, focussing first on the space ahead of him, then, each one of us.

He sighed loud and replaced his glasses on his face. He slid his hands into the pockets of his trousers, and looked up. 'We will go to the Tachra Taa, in three days time.'

I watched as everyone around me began to disperse, close books, tidy up. They'd go about their business, being to do what had to be done.

In four days time, we have to fight the most difficult war we'd come across in our entire lives. These were the lives at risk; the entire world. We were the front-runners. We could all die. Some of us already had. Who knows.

Who knows.


Willow.

Erachnii. One of the Deadliest species of pure bred Demon. They, for hundreds of centuries have worked with the First Evil, serving where best they could. Recent victory came when they came this close to exterminating the entire human race.

Xander.

The Slayer. Strongest human force on the planet managed to work with few remaining humans on the planet to restore natural activity and peace where possible. She sent the Erachnii underground where they were banished for eternity. They vowed that one day they would rise again.

Faith.

Following this vow, the Tool of Sanctimony was stolen from them by a good witch, who sent it to a protected place above land, where Erachnii could not reach it.

Oz.

That place is right here, in Sunnydale. The Tachra Taa. The Crypt by the cemetery right on the edge of town.

Willow.

Erachnii strive to find new ways of obtaining back the tool, each time unsuccessful, as the good witch protected it from then with some of the strongest white magic.

Faith.

The Tool of Sanctimony remained protected for the next five thousand years, never to be touched by them again.

Angel.

But come the Seventh minute of the Seventh day of the Seventh month of the Seventh Revolutionary year, they shall try once again to exterminate the human race, and render apocalypse on Earth. For Seven Deadly Forces, known as the sins. Pride, Envy, Gluttony, Lust, Wrath, Avarice and Sloth.

Me.

The Slayer. To each Generation a new Slayer is born. And Erachnii want her.

Faith.

But what happens when there's not one…but two?