Title: Want, Take, Have.

Author: Gaeriel Mallory

Rating: PG

Disclaimer: All characters are the property of Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy, Inc. or Marvel.

Note: Written in response to TTH's Fic-for-all #34: Faith/Wolverine

Feedback: Yes, please.

Summary: Faith just can't escape teenage hormones.

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Faith scowled at the assorted teenagers around her. God, as if it wasn't bad enough she was surrounded by teenage-Slayer hormones all the time, she had to deal with teenage-mutant ones on her vacation. Don't get her wrong, she didn't mind the gaggle of ex-Potentials, so long as they stayed on their side of the Slayer compound and didn't leave makeup and fashion magazines all over the place. Yet, she had been hoping to escape for a few days. Too bad she hadn't realized B's cousin worked at a boarding school before volunteering to accompany her to New York.

The other adults in the room were gathered in a corner, drinking spiced cider and watching the students decorate the large pine tree. Buffy was laughing with her cousin, Scott, and his fiancée Jean.

"Not a holiday person?" a male voice drawled.

She snorted and looked over at Logan. "Too many people under the legal drinking age." Shaking her head, she smirked. "And here I was thinking I didn't have to deal with super-powered kiddies for two weeks."

"Aw, they aren't all so bad."

Faith noticed him smiling fondly at a brunette girl with a white streak in her hair. "A little young for you, ain't she?"

A scathing glare was her reward for that comment.

"Sorry," she muttered. "I've been told I need to work on that tact thing."

A long silence followed her statement and she was afraid that she had truly offended Logan. Finally, "Well, New Year's is coming up soon."

"I don't do resolutions. They're not my thing."

He smirked. "I understand. They're not mine either." He gestured with his head over towards where Buffy was standing. "So what's your relationship with Red-Eye's cousin?"

She sighed and leaned against the wall, crossing her arms across her chest. "We work together. B's like me, only better liked by all and sundry."

"Don't sound so bitter, darling." He eyed her. "I take it you guys are compared fairly often?"

"Too often for my liking." She shook her hair out of her face. "I mean, I know the gang tries but there's too much history between me and them for them to just forget 'bout the past." She looked him in the eye. "Would it freak you out too much to know that I went evil for awhile and tried to kill B and all her friends?"

"I notice that you're standing here and not over there holding a knife to her throat," he observed. "Evil's not something you just get better from. If you were really evil, we wouldn't be having this conversation. You'd be too busy being dead on the floor."

Floored for a second, she shook off her shock and regained her balance. "Is that a challenge, champ?"

"Hardly. I wouldn't even raise a sweat."

She quirked an eyebrow, her mind instantly going someplace that wasn't rated PG. Not even PG-13. Ah hell, why not? It wasn't like she was still pining after Robin; they'd parted ways a good month before. "I'm sure that I could get you really sweaty if I tried," she purred.

It was his turn to raise an eyebrow. "You sure you know what you're getting into, little girl?"

"I ain't no little girl," she retorted. "I used to have a philosophy that I think I should take up again." She moved closer to him. "Want." Closer still. "Take." Only a few centimeters separated the two. "Have." She looked up directly into his eyes, bold and brash.

He smirked and looked down at her face . "See anything you want?"

Eying him up and down, she leered playfully. "Maybe. If I'm a good girl, will Santa give it to me?"

Logan shifted, brushing a leg against hers. "Oh, I think there's a very good chance you won't have to wait for Christmas to open this present."

Faith smiled. She found that she didn't mind teenage hormones so much when she had something else to distract her. The holidays were finally looking up.

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