The Day After
Bree groaned as she opened her eyes. She had been woken to some sort of agonised screaming. Horrified, she quickly turned to look at the clock. It was 3:30 in the morning. She then turned to face Faith who was writhing around with tears streaming down her face. Bree realised that she was still fast asleep having some sort of unimaginably terrible nightmare.
"Faith...Faith...Faith!" she said as she shook her awake. Faith sat up very suddenly, shivering and shaking her head in confusion. Bree immediately pulled her towards her, holding her tight.
"No...no... I didn't mean...I'm so sorry...B...I'm so sorry...I can't ever make it better...I'm sorry...I'm sorry!" Faith cried into Bree's shoulder. Bree rubbed her back trying to soothe the shivering girl in her arms. Faith really had been telling the truth when she said she was paying for what she'd done every day. Faith's breathing soon returned to a regular rhythm and she fell asleep in Bree's arms. Bree gasped when she realised her cheeks were moist with her tears. Faith was really starting to get to her. She couldn't believe it but she was actually falling for the slayer. Looking down at Faith affectionately, she snuggled in closer and went back to sleep.
Faith woke up with a start. She was wrapped around something warm and soft and she unconsciously smiled and sighed with contentment when she remembered it was Bree. The red head was still asleep and Faith found herself watching her breathe in and out, a small smile playing on her lips. Then the events of the night slammed into her memory. She couldn't believe she had gone and embarrassed herself like that! Bree must have thought she was real mature, crying like a baby and having to be rocked back to sleep. Come to think of it, Faith couldn't believe she was actually starting to have feelings for Bree. Not only had she had a breakdown in front of her but she had stayed the whole night and was now snuggling up with her.
This was not happening.
Faith practically flew off the bed and was just finishing getting dressed when the doorbell rang. Faith froze as Bree roused from sleep and reached for her empty space on the bed. She quickly opened her eyes when she realised Faith wasn't there. She looked around quickly and looked at Faith questioningly when she saw her getting dressed. Faith looked back uneasily before hurrying out of the room to answer the door. She grinned when she saw a fuming blonde standing on the other side
of the door.
"Hey B. What's up?" she said, loving every second.
"Faith. What in gods name are you doing here?" Buffy replied stonily.
"I think you know what's gone down here. I only assumed you'd come to join the fun. How long's it been now since you last got your itch scratched?" Faith quipped, back to her old self. Buffy shook her head slowly in disbelief at Faith's sudden regression into how she was when they first met.
"Wow Faith. Seems like we've gone back five years. Should I be worried that you're gonna turn evil on me or something?" Buffy snapped back. She didn't understand why but she felt really angry at Faith and was unloading on her. Faith looked startled at Buffy's cruelty and looked at her dumbly, unable to think of a comeback. Both slayers looked towards the stairs as Bree made her way down, now dressed. She forced a smile at Buffy, unsure of what her reaction to her and Faith would be. From Buffy's cold stare she gathered it was not a good one. Swallowing her nausea, Bree joined Faith at the door, hoping she would help her out a bit.
"Hey Bree. You'd be up for a threesome with Buffy and me wouldn't you?" Faith asked causing Buffy to look at Faith, a frown full of disbelief and disgust written on her face and Bree to lose her ever present cool and to splutter.
"Excuse me?" she questioned a grinning Faith. Buffy just kept on staring at Faith coldly.
"What's wrong with you?" Buffy asked her quietly but stonily, her arms crossed.
"What's wrong with me? Nothing B. I'm the same as I always am. You on the other hand seem more of a tight ass than ever," Faith said back evenly at Buffy. Bree watched on, confused. This was not the Faith she had come to know and lo...well, like a lot.
"Faith, I think you'd better come home," Buffy said, concern evident in her voice.
"Wow who made you in charge of what I do and don't do?" Faith snapped.
"Um..I think that decision was made when you went ahead and killed a few people, Faithy."
The light in Faith's eyes died for a second. She sighed.
"Fine, I'll come home...Mom," she mumbled. Bree finally managed to speak.
"Now wait a second. Buffy, you can't just tell Faith what to do. If she wants to stay then she should stay. I for one have a lot I want to talk to her about," Bree said, asserting some authority. Buffy and Faith waited expectantly.
"...in private," Bree finished looking between the slayers.
"Nah, B's right I should probably get back. You know...slayer stuff," Faith said, already turning to leave.
"Oh you were great by the way," she smiled over her shoulder before Buffy dragged her away by the arm. Bree watched them leave, a horrible feeling building up inside of her. Shaking it off, she went back into her house.