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Turned : A Sequel
A sequel
Author Note: Two words. Feed. Back. Critisize, praise. Whatever (Sorry, that was 5 words.)
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.
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Next mornings. There was nothing two slayers dreaded more than next mornings.
Under circumstances though, some good had come of the emotional parade.
The Rogue found that slayer healing had at least done some of its part on her hand.
Moveable now.
And the other slayer, risen early and strangely, found that a clean slate had been made between her and her counterpart.
Starting over, again?
How many times now had that happened between them?
Too many.
Why couldn't they stay together for more than a few days? A few hours?
Was it really that bad?
No, exaggeration.
Buffy had sat, silent, in the bedroom doorway. She watched the slayer heal, slowly, slowly, and was content just watching.
How many times had she watched Faith in her sleep? Listened to her breathe?
Countless.
Faith had slept, quiet, in her assigned side of the bed. She watched the subconscious parts of her mind dance, quickly, quickly, and was lost in her dreams.
But when she awoke, her partner wasn't present beside her.
Expected.
Buffy couldn't stay still and sleep for more than a few hours a night.
So, reluctantly, Faith found her way out of the bed and slowly out of the bedroom.
And there she was.
Sitting, idly. Waiting?
"Hey."
Buffy turned, gradually letting her eyes cross Faith's.
Here was her clean slate.
And her new leaf.
Again.
"Hey."
They were both weary.
Victims of exhaustion's plague.
Or Angelus's.
Who was worse?
Yet, with only one word to each other, they ended their consciousness atop the couch, sprawled, one beside the other, bodies entwined, tangled, and breathing.
Here was their redeeming day.
One day to resolve, and rest.
And they both knew that when they awoke, everything would be good.
There would be happiness, or content, and each would smile and grin, then become repetitive.
There would be a routine where happiness ruled.
They would have something to do every day, and when they got home from doing it, they'd collapse together.
They would sleep, and they would rest.
And it would be something real.
A real relationship.
Could something so godly be imagined? Could happen?
Neither knew.
But they lie across their chance, and fell into the depths of rest.
They soon would know.