Lyrics are from Unwritten Law "Seeing Red" Thanks for all the great feedback guys, keep it coming and I'll make sure you keep getting a chapter a day! lol

:so follow the leader now
And swallow your pride as well
When there no place left to go
Baby thats when you will know:

I slid into the booth across from Seth, he smiled, and
then went back to texting on his cell phone. I watched
as Buffy followed Krista over to the edge of set. She
caught my eye and smiled. I gave her a little wave,
motioning to my chair, she got the hint and sat down.

"Okay, Seth, back to your mark," Richard directed,
Seth stood, sliding his phone into is pocket. "And
make sure the ringer's off this time." Seth pulled the
phone back out, silencing it before putting it away
again.

"Silent," he announced.

"Ready, Faith?" Richard asked. I gave him a thumbs
up.

"Quiet on set, roll cameras, action!"

"Natalie," I looked up at Seth, letting the
nervousness wash over me.

"Hey, Barry," a half smile, quick kiss on the cheek,
then back to staring at my hands as I rearranged the
sugars.

"Why'd you want to meet here?" Barry asked.

"It's about River," I, Natalie, caught his eye
breifly before looking away.

"River," he gave a nervous laugh of his own, "what
about her."

"I know you slept with her, Barry."

"With River? You're not serious. What would make you
think that?"

"Because it's true," Natalie looked Barry in the eyes.
"I can see it in your eyes." Barry looked down,
shoulders sagging in defeat.

"Can you forgive me?" He asked. "It was a mistake.
We had broken up, and you were with Mikey, I thought,"
Barry sighed. "I thought I had lost you. I was
drunk, and she was there."

"She was there?" I let Natalie's voice fill with
restrained anger. "My best friend was there, so you
decided to have sex with her?"

"I didn't mean to."

"What, you were playing twister, and oops, were
naked?" Natalie laughed bitterly.

"I'm sorry. It was just one night, it's over," Barry
promised. Natalie stood, walking towards the door of
the diner. Barry grabbed her wrist, looking up at her
pitifully.

"Natalie?" She shook his hand off, glaring down at
him.

"She's pregnant, Barry. It's far from over," she
stormed out, letting the diner door slam bahind her.

"And cut!" Richard called excitedly. I came back
through the door.

"Faith, that was fantastic, just what I was looking
for."

"Thanks," I grinned, walking past him to Buffy, she
smiled up at me, but made no move for me.

"Alright everybody, set up for the River, Barry
confrontation in her,room." Richard instructed.

"That's gonna be me," Krista stood, stretching.
"What's that about Rich? I've been sitting around for
three hours, my guest gets here and you make me work."

"It was on purpose," he nodded as he walked away.

"Faith, can you take care of my friend?" Krista asked
with a wink.

"I think I can handle it," I smiled, taking Buffy's
hand. Again as she twisted her fingers with mine I
felt weak. I glanced over to se if she felt it, but
she only smiled.

"Uh huh," Krista nodded, as me and Buffy held
eachothers gaze. "Well, I am just gonna go off and,
not be noticed somewhere else."

"Okay," Buffy answered, then spun to face her.
"What?"

"Nevermind," Krista laughed. "See you later."

"Bye," Buffy smiled, and I waved.

"So..." I started, wondering why I was always a
retard around this girl. "We can go watch them film
if you want."

"Nah, I saw your scene that was enough." She answered
off handedly, and I raised an eyebrow.

"Enough huh? Should I be insulted?"

"What? Oh, god, no. I didn't mean it that way. That
sounded bad didn't it? I just meant, I only wanted to
see you really." She spoke quickly, obviously
embaressed.

"It's okay," I squeezed her hand. "Nice to hear you
sound a little dumb instead of just me. Do you want
to come back to my trailer? And please think about
that as me a TV star with a trailer, not my trailer as
in
my doublewide home."

"Well, if I think of it that way, then that was a
pretty smooth line."

"I'm gettin it back," I grinned, pulling her off the
set. "Come on." Together we went quickly through the
stage, heading out the back door to where our trailers
all were. I lead her over to mine, feeling the eyes
of more than a few people on me as I unlocked the door
letting her in.

"This the the home away from home," I announced.

"Hmm," she looked around "black leather."

"Just like Snoop would do it," I said quietly.

"What?" she asked smiling a little.

"It's an Adam Brody line. Grind, great movie." I
shrug, feeling like a complete dork again. Suddenly
she dives past me.

"Are those episodes of "The Valley"? Oh my god, are
they new ones? Can we watch?" Suddenly I am feeling
less dorky.

"Uh, yeah there is one that hasn't aired yet I think,"
I move next to her, she only moves closer to me,
making it hard for me to sort through the tapes to
find the right episode. "Here," I hand it to her,
swallowing hard.

"Thanks," she slides it into the VCR, then sits on the
couch. I sit next to her, not sure what to do. She
snuggles near me and I put an arm around her as the
credits roll. "I love this song, who sings it?" She
asks about our themesong.

"Unwritten Law. Its called seeing red. They're nice
guys they were on the show a few weeks ago." I tell
her, turning, my face inches from hers. She turns,
facing me our lips seperated by the smallest
distance.

"Do you feel that?" she asks, biting her lip, and
dropping a hand to my thigh.

"Yeah," I nod, my lips brushing her gently befor
pulling back, I rest my forehead on her. Of course I
feel it, its the same feeling I've had everytime I've
been near her.

"Faith, I don't know what's going on," she sounds
almost scared, and somehow I sense that its something
strange for her.

"Me either," I answer, trying to move closer, without
actually kissing her.

"Faith." There's a sharp knocking on the door, and I
practically jump away from her. And go to open the
door, its the same PA from yesterday, looking really
apoligetic. "Sorry, but Richard moved up the morning
after scene."

"Damn. Alright, I'll be back in a couple minutes
okay?"

"I'll let him know." I shut the door, and turn back to
Buffy, who's standing now, looking a little sheepish.
I smile at her, walking over and pulling her into an
embrace and kissing her cheek gently.

"You up for dinner?" I asked, playing with a piece of
her hair. "It'll be late, more like ice cream
probably."

"Sounds good," she smiled and I had to smile back.