Summary: I guess it's not much of a One Shot anymore huh? A look at a secret relationship between Buffy and Faith in Season 7.
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Okay, so this seems to be getting some nice reviews and likeage. I guess another chapter won't hurt. Oh and Happy Holidays to… everybody.
Mad World
Buffy wished she could sleep. She wished years and years of undisturbed sleep on herself, but of course they didn't come. She busied herself through the night with glances toward her sleeping partner, staring contests between herself and the ceiling, and other such mundane tasks that needed to be done before sleep would arrive.
Buffy liked watching Faith sleep. It was a new concept to their nights together. Buffy had never stayed awake long enough to see Faith sleep. She usually succumbed to rest too. Needless to say, she spent this sleepless night examining Faith.
Buffy studied the way the dark slayer's chest rose and fell as she slept. A couple of times she even tried to match their breathing. She watched as Faith would sometimes toss and turn, though their hold on each other still amazingly held contact. Faith was a restless sleeper, as Buffy soon learned. She couldn't remain still in one position for very long.
When morning slowly climbed over the Summer's house and took to waking each sleeping member, hence the log sawing Faith, Buffy had yet to remember she had a job to do, and would be forced to be present. Instead of disturbing her counterpart, Buffy though it better to just stay silent and still, listening to the commotion begin upstairs and down.
She was too comfortable and warm to move.
And besides, Faith was still asleep. She didn't have to get up just yet—
But soon someone would send for her wouldn't they?
Well—
She could still just lay here and be quiet and—
The creaking of the opening door brought Buffy out of her though mantra, and into a state of panic.
She didn't even look to see who was disturbing them; instead she sat up quickly, as if she had never been in bed at all, though her dishevelled appearance spoke different.
Dawn stood in the doorway of the bedroom, staring with a small frown at the sight before her, Buffy, in the bed, with Faith, also in the bed, beside her.
"Um… Buffy?" The youngest Summers started.
"Dawn! Don't you ever knock!" Buffy insisted, grabbing a bundle of blankets and holding them tight, though it was too late. There was nothing to hide anymore. Behind her, Faith stirred, groaning sleepily before turning over onto her back.
"She, uh… "Buffy searched desperately for words. "The three new potentials, um… they-… took up the guest room. So, I-… told Faith it was cool if she, y'know, slept… in here. A-a-and there was no other room anyway so…"
"Oh! Cool. Well, Giles said there's something he wants to talk to you about downstairs." Dawn disappeared out of the bedroom, all understanding of the situation evident.
Good old, naïve Dawn. You could always trust her to be oblivious. Buffy smiled, relieved, and turned to glance at the slowly waking Faith.
"See how much trouble we almost got in? You better be lucky Dawn is Miss Innocent and Naïve of the Universe! If anyone else saw…" Buffy trailed off, slowly realizing the Rogue probably didn't comprehend anything of what she was saying. With a frustrated sigh, Buffy stood and moved to the mirror.
She sat and messed with her hair and face before finding herself presentable, then started downstairs.
Before exiting the bedroom, she stopped in the door way, a smile a bit too mischievous forming, and tossed the nearest trinket she could find at the other slayer before quickly diminishing down below.
Buffy took a few, grading glances around at the working groups, forming around the house. Potentials were gathering outside, others were researching and clambering around to find books. Now THIS was an army.
Before she could examine much else, Giles seemed to have spotted her. He quickly jogged over, holding a quite large stack of books that went well over his head.
"Oh, Buffy, good, you're awake. There's some information I'd like to discuss with you… if you have a moment." The watcher struggled beneath his pile of books, side-stepping and avoiding letting any books fall until Buffy finally retrieved the top five and set them aside.
"Sure. What's the what?"
Giles performed the usual glasses cleaning routine as he talked. Buffy was listening, indeed, but she was only catching a few words here and there. Instead, her mind was off into another place, thinking and wondering about how tomorrow night may go with Faith. Then again, they were almost caught this morning. They couldn't afford having that happen again.
If anyone were to find out…
"…and with Angel on the way and with what information he has presented, I think that maybe…"
Angel? Uh…. Huh?
"Wait, wait, and wait. Hold on a sec'. Angel? Angel's coming? Coming here? As in coming here soon? Now?" Buffy absently smoothed out a few pieces of hair, glancing around as if expecting him to step out any moment.
Giles stare at his slayer briefly with the stern glance of a teacher or parent. "Yes, like I said, Angel has called and is coming with what information he has. He's bringing along what allies he has found…" Giles paused a moment to let this sink in, for a second time, his slayer.
"Oh. Okay. That's… good. Good. I'm glad. It's good and I'm glad…" Buffy moved away from Giles and into the kitchen, mumbling her 'good and glad' mantra. Angel was coming back to her? But only for information. Not for warm fuzzies and kisses.
No, no kisses. She didn't want kisses—
Did she?
Inwardly groaning, Buffy took a seat at the kitchen table. So, this is war…
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