Hey all, I know what your thinking...not another fic from LT but here
it is. (Doesn't really know what you're all thinking) anyway, Andrew has
volunteered to help me with the disclaimers...
summary-Tru has gotten used to the monotony of her life, wake up, rewind, wake up again. Suddenly her past wont leave her alone, literally, knocking at her door and following her. Tru doesn't want to go back to being Faith in fear of falling back to her old routine. A/F, S/?, ext....
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of A.t.S. or B.t.v.S. I simply do not at all or in any way own anything in this...
L.T. – there...I did it
Andrew – why is it so painful to do a disclaimer?
L.T. – dose it matter?
Andrew – not really
L.T. – ok then...on with the fic...
Which Calling?
The elevator dinged when it came to its stop before the steel doors opened. Tru stared at the empty barely lit hall with red and green floor and walked out. She slipped the corduroy messenger bag over her head and held it at her side with the combat boots she chose for today clicking, announcing her presence.
"Davis, do you think that..." Tru trailed off and leaned against the door frame that led to the small room that Davis would spend his time in, seeing Harrison, Jack, and Luke. She had caught the last part of what Luke had said; 'she would take off in the middle of something and come up with some excuse". Deciding to ignore the comment, the three stopped what ever they were saying and turned to her. She glanced at the three men and gave them a look that asked what was happening.
Luke drew in a breath and turned his gaze down after muttering a 'hey'. Harrison glanced at the two guys beside him and exhaled sharply, standing up.
"Well, ill just hit the road," he turned to look at Tru and form his hand into a mock gun wile making a clicking noise aimed at her "we'll talk later." With that said, he trotted away.
"Luke here was just informing me of some of your," Jack paused wile his eyes shifted to glance at Luke then back to Tru with a smile "unusual habits." Of course he would be the first to try and offer an explanation, and that smile that really wasn't a smile but tried to be of his just annoyed her to no end. She returned the smile, nodding, and mouthing an 'oh'. Tilting her head, she glanced at Luke and thought that he was going to say something only to be interrupted by Jack again.
"Correct me if I'm wrong but, you don't work today" He ventured. His brow rose up slightly wile he leaned back, arms crossed. She looked wordless but gave a shrug and grinned weakly.
"Your right, I don't," she stated and continued before Jack could utter another word "uh...where's Davis?"
Luke stood up and quickly got his things and dusted off imaginary dust sneaking a look at Tru. Which she caught and held for a few seconds. He was the first to break contact and turned to look at Jack.
"Davis is out, and I should be to," he glanced from the other two in the room and gave Jack a light nod which he returned and looked at Tru as he brushed past her, walking backwards to the elevator "nice seeing you Tru."
"Dedicated." Jack concluded, breaking Tru from her gaze at the elevator.
"Huh?" she replied and ran a hand threw her long light brunet hair.
"Your very dedicated," he blinked and watched her every movement and every little detail about how she reacted. Every little muscle strain "to come in to work even on your day off."
"Oh," she looked off to the side, her open mouth quirking a few times ready to be allowed to say something "you know, cant get away from something you love to do." He watched her as she said this, watched the way she smiled weakly and her brows rose up and got that hopeful glint in her eyes that he would believe her. He decided to drop it.
"Right." He frowned turned his attention to the direction of the crypt and tilted his head. A moment ago there had been a pounding coming from that direction, almost as if something was beating against the door of one of the compartments.
"What was that?" he asked more so to himself then to Tru and was ready to stand up before Tru forced him back down by his shoulder and he glanced at her with questioning eyes.
"I'll go see." The tone of her voice warning that it wasn't up for discussion. She received a nod then was out the door way to the crypt. Walking cautiously, the banging got louder. That's odd she thought.
They usually asked for help...not make noise to get my attention. Frowning, she pushed away the plastic equivalent of a door aside and saw nothing but the noise hadn't stopped. Smiling slightly, her eyes locked on the steel door that was being pushed outward from the inside, what ever was inside had started yelling and cursing, sounding British. This wasn't exactly something to be smiling about but it brought back buried memories.
Her hand clutched the handle and yanked on it rather easily and frowned when a blond head and almost naked body slid out of the packed body space and landed sprawled on the floor. Groaning, the blond man on the floor slowly pushed himself up and looked at Tru.
"Bugger."
"Spike." Tru pressed her lips in a thin line before raising a brow and watching the shirtless vampire. She noticed his entire front was covered in welts and dry bloodstains.
"Faith?" Tru looked down and crossed her arms at the name. Spike blinked hiding his pristine baby blue eyes every time he did. Grinning wolfishly, he placed his hands on his hips before noticing she had gone back to starring at him with her guarded eyes.
"What are you doing here?" she asked, completely disregarding the fact that he should be dust at the bottom of the hell mouth. At this, it were possible, his grin got wider.
"Came looking for you ducks, well peaches did and brought the rest of us along for the ride." His blue eyes caught the short flicker of longing for the other eunuch vampire before it disappeared. He opened his mouth to go into detail about himself being at the morgue.
"Was out for a drink and to possibly diddle, wile the poof and the poofers and poofettes were checking listings and what not. At the pub near the hotel to spend a penny, then some wanker of a vampire clocks me a good one and bobs your uncle." Tru listened and ignored the parts she didn't understand regarding it as 'spike speak' and giggled softly at his thick British accent that coursed threw each and everything that came out of his mouth.
"Right, and what's the part of you being here?" emphasizing the here meaning the morgue. Spike was a great manpire but took a hell of long time to get to the point.
"Well pet, how the jolly am I supposed to know, was out a long good time" he looked angry and looked around "who's the daft bloke that took my shirt and duster!"
"Don't be so loud," She hissed and slugged his chest in which he flinched. Her frown turned into a sly grin "then again, Buffy must have knocked that sensitive vamp hearing right out of you." She was beginning to relax... although this wasn't the obvious place to, with a inquisitive new worker a few rooms away.
"Belt up slayer," his face became passive but he still didn't forget about his missing duster and shirt "so you work 'ere?" Tru rolled her eyes.
"What was your first clue?" sarcasm gushed out of her tone.
"Well first of all your shiny white lab coat and that name tag dealy...wait," he glared after figuring out she had been sarcastic about asking about the clues and he reached down snatching her hand "come pet, this is the bees knees." He pulled her along before she stood still and lashed out her free arm till he let go of her.
"What do you mean?" she crossed her arms asking before he could quip.
"Nothing to get all brassed off about, get you to peaches in time for me to rant about what a botch job he did in searching for you, he'll be so chuffed. Wont even remember me doing in his viper." Noticing the slayer didn't share his enthusiasm he frowned.
"Ok, ill bite." He crossed his arms waiting for the short explanation.
"It's a slayers job to make sure you don't." Spike groaned as she refused to comment.
"Slayer!" he loudly drawled out.
"Is something going on over there?" Voiced Jack from the other room. The echoing foot falls made it apparent he was coming to see for himself with out being told. Damn thought Tru.
Sooooooooo. What did you all think? I know it still needs work and so do my other stories but I'm working on fixing them...one at a long time. Anyway, should I make with the chapterization or not? Anyway push the nice little buttin and tell me what you think...thank you and good wile.
LaconicThought...
summary-Tru has gotten used to the monotony of her life, wake up, rewind, wake up again. Suddenly her past wont leave her alone, literally, knocking at her door and following her. Tru doesn't want to go back to being Faith in fear of falling back to her old routine. A/F, S/?, ext....
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of A.t.S. or B.t.v.S. I simply do not at all or in any way own anything in this...
L.T. – there...I did it
Andrew – why is it so painful to do a disclaimer?
L.T. – dose it matter?
Andrew – not really
L.T. – ok then...on with the fic...
Which Calling?
The elevator dinged when it came to its stop before the steel doors opened. Tru stared at the empty barely lit hall with red and green floor and walked out. She slipped the corduroy messenger bag over her head and held it at her side with the combat boots she chose for today clicking, announcing her presence.
"Davis, do you think that..." Tru trailed off and leaned against the door frame that led to the small room that Davis would spend his time in, seeing Harrison, Jack, and Luke. She had caught the last part of what Luke had said; 'she would take off in the middle of something and come up with some excuse". Deciding to ignore the comment, the three stopped what ever they were saying and turned to her. She glanced at the three men and gave them a look that asked what was happening.
Luke drew in a breath and turned his gaze down after muttering a 'hey'. Harrison glanced at the two guys beside him and exhaled sharply, standing up.
"Well, ill just hit the road," he turned to look at Tru and form his hand into a mock gun wile making a clicking noise aimed at her "we'll talk later." With that said, he trotted away.
"Luke here was just informing me of some of your," Jack paused wile his eyes shifted to glance at Luke then back to Tru with a smile "unusual habits." Of course he would be the first to try and offer an explanation, and that smile that really wasn't a smile but tried to be of his just annoyed her to no end. She returned the smile, nodding, and mouthing an 'oh'. Tilting her head, she glanced at Luke and thought that he was going to say something only to be interrupted by Jack again.
"Correct me if I'm wrong but, you don't work today" He ventured. His brow rose up slightly wile he leaned back, arms crossed. She looked wordless but gave a shrug and grinned weakly.
"Your right, I don't," she stated and continued before Jack could utter another word "uh...where's Davis?"
Luke stood up and quickly got his things and dusted off imaginary dust sneaking a look at Tru. Which she caught and held for a few seconds. He was the first to break contact and turned to look at Jack.
"Davis is out, and I should be to," he glanced from the other two in the room and gave Jack a light nod which he returned and looked at Tru as he brushed past her, walking backwards to the elevator "nice seeing you Tru."
"Dedicated." Jack concluded, breaking Tru from her gaze at the elevator.
"Huh?" she replied and ran a hand threw her long light brunet hair.
"Your very dedicated," he blinked and watched her every movement and every little detail about how she reacted. Every little muscle strain "to come in to work even on your day off."
"Oh," she looked off to the side, her open mouth quirking a few times ready to be allowed to say something "you know, cant get away from something you love to do." He watched her as she said this, watched the way she smiled weakly and her brows rose up and got that hopeful glint in her eyes that he would believe her. He decided to drop it.
"Right." He frowned turned his attention to the direction of the crypt and tilted his head. A moment ago there had been a pounding coming from that direction, almost as if something was beating against the door of one of the compartments.
"What was that?" he asked more so to himself then to Tru and was ready to stand up before Tru forced him back down by his shoulder and he glanced at her with questioning eyes.
"I'll go see." The tone of her voice warning that it wasn't up for discussion. She received a nod then was out the door way to the crypt. Walking cautiously, the banging got louder. That's odd she thought.
They usually asked for help...not make noise to get my attention. Frowning, she pushed away the plastic equivalent of a door aside and saw nothing but the noise hadn't stopped. Smiling slightly, her eyes locked on the steel door that was being pushed outward from the inside, what ever was inside had started yelling and cursing, sounding British. This wasn't exactly something to be smiling about but it brought back buried memories.
Her hand clutched the handle and yanked on it rather easily and frowned when a blond head and almost naked body slid out of the packed body space and landed sprawled on the floor. Groaning, the blond man on the floor slowly pushed himself up and looked at Tru.
"Bugger."
"Spike." Tru pressed her lips in a thin line before raising a brow and watching the shirtless vampire. She noticed his entire front was covered in welts and dry bloodstains.
"Faith?" Tru looked down and crossed her arms at the name. Spike blinked hiding his pristine baby blue eyes every time he did. Grinning wolfishly, he placed his hands on his hips before noticing she had gone back to starring at him with her guarded eyes.
"What are you doing here?" she asked, completely disregarding the fact that he should be dust at the bottom of the hell mouth. At this, it were possible, his grin got wider.
"Came looking for you ducks, well peaches did and brought the rest of us along for the ride." His blue eyes caught the short flicker of longing for the other eunuch vampire before it disappeared. He opened his mouth to go into detail about himself being at the morgue.
"Was out for a drink and to possibly diddle, wile the poof and the poofers and poofettes were checking listings and what not. At the pub near the hotel to spend a penny, then some wanker of a vampire clocks me a good one and bobs your uncle." Tru listened and ignored the parts she didn't understand regarding it as 'spike speak' and giggled softly at his thick British accent that coursed threw each and everything that came out of his mouth.
"Right, and what's the part of you being here?" emphasizing the here meaning the morgue. Spike was a great manpire but took a hell of long time to get to the point.
"Well pet, how the jolly am I supposed to know, was out a long good time" he looked angry and looked around "who's the daft bloke that took my shirt and duster!"
"Don't be so loud," She hissed and slugged his chest in which he flinched. Her frown turned into a sly grin "then again, Buffy must have knocked that sensitive vamp hearing right out of you." She was beginning to relax... although this wasn't the obvious place to, with a inquisitive new worker a few rooms away.
"Belt up slayer," his face became passive but he still didn't forget about his missing duster and shirt "so you work 'ere?" Tru rolled her eyes.
"What was your first clue?" sarcasm gushed out of her tone.
"Well first of all your shiny white lab coat and that name tag dealy...wait," he glared after figuring out she had been sarcastic about asking about the clues and he reached down snatching her hand "come pet, this is the bees knees." He pulled her along before she stood still and lashed out her free arm till he let go of her.
"What do you mean?" she crossed her arms asking before he could quip.
"Nothing to get all brassed off about, get you to peaches in time for me to rant about what a botch job he did in searching for you, he'll be so chuffed. Wont even remember me doing in his viper." Noticing the slayer didn't share his enthusiasm he frowned.
"Ok, ill bite." He crossed his arms waiting for the short explanation.
"It's a slayers job to make sure you don't." Spike groaned as she refused to comment.
"Slayer!" he loudly drawled out.
"Is something going on over there?" Voiced Jack from the other room. The echoing foot falls made it apparent he was coming to see for himself with out being told. Damn thought Tru.
Sooooooooo. What did you all think? I know it still needs work and so do my other stories but I'm working on fixing them...one at a long time. Anyway, should I make with the chapterization or not? Anyway push the nice little buttin and tell me what you think...thank you and good wile.
LaconicThought...
