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Turned : A Sequel

A sequel

Author Note: Okay, for all of you rabble-rousers out there who are reading these words and haven't read Turning Over, I'm shaking my fist at you.

Summary: The end of the First brings Faith and Buffy's own demons to a close. Here's to the start of a real relationship.

Yeah, I didn't see it comin' either. Me an' B? Together? All Smiles? Yeah, right. Couldn't imagine somethin' worse right? We were like the Deadly Duo after what happened in Sunnydale with Spike and the whole crew.

But things change. People too.

We kept drivin' away from town 'till we reached L.A. First time in years since Angel didn't come to my mind as we breezed through the city. For Buffy too. All we had was each other.

And a couple hundred bucks I'd jacked.

So we got this little motel room for a week or so, and that was home for now. That was home where we sat in silence, yakked our heads off, and among other things.

Things were like, neutral between us, I guess. Friendly, almost.

I loved it.

And B did too.

"Don't get up." She'd tell me as I'd try getting' outta' bed each morning. And I'd obey.

There was still our previous … endeavour inside o' me. I'd still do everything she'd tell me to. And I'd still punish my self if I didn't.

That's how we could tell we weren't close enough, or honest enough, or somethin' like that. We'd have to try even harder.

We even started patrollin' again. It was great. Jus' like old times. Synchronized Slaying, like we'd always call it.

And after some major ass kickin', we'd end up back at the hotel, not getting' much sleep, mind you.

We were livin' the careless life. Or she was anyway. I'd always been pretty damn careless all my life.

Whatever, though. We were… close. Close enough for the both of us.

Sometimes we'd get outta' control. A little too much for the slayers even. It'd be like it was in the beginning. Up against the wall, her hands at my throat and her lips on mine.

Those were always pretty crappy times.

But I let those happen. I didn't stop her. So it happened, y'know? But usually, right after, I'd put her back in some place.

"Get the fuck offa' me." I'd whisper. An' then I'd grab a bottle from the floor and chug what was still left.

So, we had a lot to work out. Whatever. In good time, right?

At least, that's how I thought of it.

B, on the other hand, would freak like the next morning, if she remembered anything of last night. She'd hold on to my arm as I'd head outside for a morning smoke

"Oh, god. Faith, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I-… It was just… I-…"

"Whatever, it's cool."

It wasn't.

"Don't worry. M'fine."

I wasn't. But like hell I was gonna' say that to her. Probably should've though. Real relationships are like that.

Tonight wasn't gonna' be like that though.

'Cause I was in charge. I had a bottle of Jack D, and I'd drank three quarters of the damn thing all by my lonesome.

And I came home without it.

"Where were you?" She asked, like she couldn't tell. She just wanted me to say it.

" Patrollin'." I was pretty damn trashed. It was a wonder how she could even understand me.

"I got a job today." We'd been raggin' on each other for awhile to bring some more bacon. I kept sayin' I'd do it, but found easier ways of makin' money.

"Whoo-hoo." I weakly congratulated her.

She watched me from her spot on the bed, sighing. She looked kinda' sad or somethin', so I went and sat beside her.

I kissed her, but she wanted to talk. I didn't wanna' talk. I was fucking trashed and I didn't wanna' talk.

"Faith, stop it." She warned me while I made my way down her neck. She finally pushed me away and made me sit beside her.

"Fine, Buffy. What're we gonna' talk about?" I pouted., sittin' there beside her with my arms crossed and an angry sort of face.

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