Buffy was laying on her bed, going through their latest strategy and her head was always clogged u with too many problems. She was sick, but there was no time to rest, not with the schedule she was sporting.
In fact, 'rest' wasn't even in her vocabulary at the moment, it just didn't exist.
There was no way in hell Buffy would let her guard down.

Her head was throbbing and she felt sick to her stomach.
"Are you okay?" The voice sounded so far away, but Buffy would recognize that voice in a heartbeat. "Yeah, I'm fine." It was a lie she was used to telling. "I hear ya. How's the brain storming going?" Buffy shrugged.
"They sent me to check on you, I guess they're tired of getting yelled at."

Buffy's jaw dropped. "I do not yell. I talk in a loud yet distinguished voice, so that you guys know when it's time to be serious." Faith couldnät help but to laugh.
"It's not funny!" Faith nodded in agreement. "Right. Not funny."

They smiled at each other.
The end was near and they could die and it wouldn't matter. "Would you like the company, or are you sick of me?" Buffy chuckled and grabbed Faith's hand as she pulled her down. "You know how to appreciate me, there's no doubt in my mind that I'm sticking with you. Trust me." And the trust they shared with one another.
Their love was powerful. It was stronger than anything they had ever encountered before.

They never needed words to know what they other was thinking. Their spider senses would always be tingling.
"What if we survive all this? What if we are the lucky ones? How could I ever thank you enough?"