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Timeline: Post "Chosen" and "In My Time of Dying."
Pairings: Faith/?
"Blah" means speech
'Halb' means thoughts
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"Does this still beat the world of fire and flame?" Willow asked.
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"Well I'm sure that world wouldn't have these two in it," Faith gave the two a once over while sliding off the car.
Glass rained from her hair as she stood and she winced when feeling pain on her lower back, which had taken the brunt of the fall. She rolled her shoulder that was bleeding from a deeper cut and cracked her neck.
"Faith," Willow spoke from the corner of her mouth. "Please stop violating the two nice men holding guns with your eyes."
"Can't help where they land," Faith smirked as the two approached them but she sidestepped and took Willow with her until standing a ways away from where they had landed.
When the moon hit the men's faces, Faith's impression of them went higher. They were definite eye candy, but the guns were a definite turn-off. She wasn't in to gunplay, at least, not anymore.
"Where'd you come from?" the guy who spoke before repeated.
'Faith, you hear me?' Willow's voice rang in the slayers head.
'Loud and clear,' Faith answered back.
She was used to this, having Willow speak to her. When they moved from Sunnydale and set up base, Buffy had gotten the vacation she deserved. It was short-lived, as the world would always need the slayer, no matter how many were being awakened.
Having Willow around came in handy. There were enough practicing Wicca's willing to help the cause that most of the experienced slayers each traveled with one. Since the slayers outnumbered the Wicca's, they were sent out in larger groups to patrol and to take care of whatever problem that arose. It was not unusual to see four or five slayers paired with a single witch.
Willow just happened to be teamed up with Faith and Buffy. It made sense; they were already familiar with one another and knew what the other was thinking. But Buffy just had to go on a date this one night with some hoity-toity guy and leave Faith and Willow to get sucked into some random place.
'How do you want to do this one, Red?'
'I could always send their guns out of their hands,' Willow offered. 'But the one in the leather coat seems like a fast one.'
'You think they saw us come from the sky?'
'That's likely,' Willow answered. 'I've got an idea, follow me on it?'
Faith gave a slight nod and soon Willow turned to the boys, mouth moving fast as she spilled everything-- in her usual Willow babble.
"We were in a cemetery and, well, we saw these strange people doing a ritual. My friend and I tried to stop it but we were drawn in to the portal that was made and-- well, Faith got sucked in and, uh I couldn't just leave her in the dimension alone so I followed and, yes we kinda fell from the sky and landed… Erm, here."
Faith looked between the men and Willow with disbelief in her eyes.
'How am I supposed to follow you up on THAT?!'
Willow shrugged her shoulders, giving Faith an apologetic look while the two men looked at each other, in a way that screamed they were having a nonverbal conversation.
Finally, one of them, the one with longer hair, lowered his gun. The other one kept his up, but was the one to speak.
"What kind of ritual?"
"Yer shittin' me?" Faith asked tossing her hands up in a mixture of relief and disbelief. "It couldn't of been this easy?"
"See, the truth will set a person free," Willow smiled. She turned back to the two. "We don't know what kind of portal. The three people there, they jumped too. Don't know where they are, but whoever they were, they really wanted to come here."
"Were they demons or something?" leather jacket asked.
"I don't think so, but they had these all black eyes."
"That's you on an off day, Red," Faith laughed to herself.
Willow glared at Faith as the two men tensed up.
Black eyes?
"I'm Dean," said leather as he lowered his gun. "My brother Sam."
"Faith. Friend Willow."
"Do you know much about rituals?" Willow asked. They really needed to find those three and get back to their dimension.
"We know enough," Dean answered cryptically.
"Well can you just push us in the right direction to find the ritual we want," Willow shot back.
She understood his suspiciousness, but he was just bordering on rude.
"Sure you can get the ritual right?" he smirked. "Takes a lot of power to pull one off."
"If I can say a spell, I think I can handle a ritual," Willow glared.
"A spell?" Dean glared back. His gun went back up. "Witch."
"Way to go Red,"
Faith got ready to fight. Itching for one due to being pissed off, hungry, and just plain bored with the conversation. She really wasn't sure if she could dodge a bullet at this close a range, but she knew she would probably live the shot better than Willow would. She saw that Sam had raised his as well.
"You shouldn't be toying around with that type of stuff," Dean said. "People can get hurt."
With a nod of Willow's head, their guns went flying across the junkyard, disappearing in a puff of smoke, leaving Sam wide-eyed and Dean even angrier.
"Silly me," Willow feigned innocence. "And I can't remember how to bring them back. Me, the novice."
"Ungrateful little--"
"I wouldn't finish that one," Faith shook her head at Dean. "Wouldn't want two witches after you."
'Two witches?' an amused Willow rang in Faith's head.
'We can't tell them everything, can we? Sides, this is kinda fun! Gotta get my rocks off some how if I can't hit them!'
"We're good, white hats just like you who are just trying kick the bad guy's ass and get back home," said Faith.
Their suspicious looks faltered and soon the taller one offered a meek smile.
"We don't normally come across witches that are good," Sam spoke for the first time.
"Can we just get inside?" Willow asked. "We just need to sleep and we'll be out of your hair in the morning."
Dean sighed. He couldn't believe he was doing this. These girls weren't telling him everything. However, those three 'things' they were talking about made him feel uneasy so he nodded his head while turning around.
"Fine, but only if I get my guns back!"
He jumped as it appeared out of nowhere, and he shot a glare over his shoulder at the red head.
"That was me," lied Faith, smirking.
'Liar, liar,' scolded Willow.
'And do these boys ever make my pants go on fire,' finished Faith.
Willow giggled and Faith grinned. Sam looked between the two then shook his head while putting his smaller handgun in the waistband of his jeans. He easily caught up to Dean.
"Sure about this?"
"Doors are salted, can't get in if they're demons. Still have the trap on the ceiling."
"Smart. Wow, Dean, I'm impressed."
"Don't ever underestimate a Winchester."
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The brothers led the girls inside Bobby's place. He was already asleep, somehow sleeping through the entire ruckus that happened outside. It wasn't much, but the girls didn't complain. They were shown the bathroom and they happily took the beds, while Dean and Sam chose to sleep in the living room on their sleeping bags.
"So what do you think?" Sam asked in the darkness.
He knew his brother wasn't asleep. Dean was too busy concentrating on any movement coming from the girls. Knowing him, he had a dagger under his pillow. His gun was just an arm's reach away.
"I think there's something more to this," Dean finally answered after a pause. "The ritual is believable, and the three people with black eyes."
"You think it's the demon possessing them?" Sam asked. "That his power reaches that far?"
"I wouldn't think so, but since the girls landed here and told us this, then yea, it has to be."
Sam's mind was filled with troubled thoughts. Who really knew how many people were hurt or influenced by this thing? He remembered seeing it teleport once. Maybe… Just maybe it had that kind of power that enabled it to travel between worlds…
Shuddering at the thought he tried to go to happier thoughts. Then one came to him, a smirk on his face as he turned his head to the side to look at Dean: who was staring up at the ceiling.
"You know they landed on the Impala, right?"
Sam was ready for the explosion.
"No they didn't," Dean replied, obviously in denial or just unwilling to go check to make sure incase the girls left. " Why would you say such a thing? My baby is fine."
"What's your definition of fine? Cause it looks--"
"Can it, Sammy."
"Fine…" Sam paused then spoke again. "Dean?"
"Now what?"
"What do you make of the whole witch thing? Unless she's like Max," he hesitated, "or me, then she is a witch. Both of them."
"Where would we even find this ritual, even when they don't know what it was?"
Dean sighed.
"We're finding that damn thing in the morning and getting rid of those two."
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"We're finding that damn thing in the morning and ridding ourselves of those two," Willow finished her rant to Faith who couldn't help but smirk at the situation.
"What?"
Willow noticed the look. The look that was set on making her feel embarrassed. The look that said she knew something that she herself didn't.
"Getting all hot for Dean, huh? Nice to see you driving stick again."
Willow's jaw dropped at the statement. Were she one of those cute cartoons her jaw would have hit the ground then fallen through the floor. She was fully prepared to beat Faith to death in her bed, slayer strength or not! Driving stick! No way!
"That's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard," Willow kept her voice down in a harsh whisper while pulling the blankets back on the bed.
"Don't deny it," Faith pushed while tugging her boots, letting them drop to the ground with a thud before sprawling out on the bed. "You're panties are all kinds of twisting when thinking of Dean-o out there."
Willow blushed, and then sniffed while putting her nose up.
"Since I can't talk to you about our current situation, I'm going to sleep," Willow fell back on to the bed, rested her head on her pillow, and then turned her back to Faith.
"Nighty night, may your dreams be filled with naked men."
"Pervert," muttered Willow as her eyes closed, being lulled to sleep by natures sounds.
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What did happen to those three people performing the ritual? Find out next chapter!