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A/N: And here it is. Sorry about that long wait guys. Thanks for not losing hope! Don't hate me please! I'll try and get the next one out sooner!

Chapter 29 – Crabs anyone?

The Missing Half

(Faith's POV)

Another slayer? Oh jeez. That is just not good at all. I mean normally that would be great and all, if they are cheering for the right team…but damn. An evil slayer? I know too well what fighting another slayer is like. It's all "ow" with the fists and kicks that hurt more than they should. As in mega-hurt. Me and B are pretty even matches. Three months in jail certainty didn't give my reflexes a chance to get cat-like at all, but I'm getting it all back. B's an amazing slayer. Poetry in motion for lack of better words. Each kick is delicate and planned but full of brute strength a karate master only wishes he could have. And those legs just go everywhere. Sweeping other legs out form under them, splitting lips, getting tangled with my own under the sheets…

Whoa, getting' a little carried away there Faithy.

So where was I before my fantasy became a part of my assessment of the new slayer? Oh right. The new slayer. Well, let's all hope that the little twerp likes a good fist in her face. I have this little feeling that she might grow accustomed to that feeling.

(Buffy's POV)

So I try to imagine myself getting feisty with the fists in this new slayers face...but it would probably help if I knew what she looked like. Because I don't want her playing peek-a-boo with us with a knife in the back just because we don't know.

"So Davie, wanna give us the four-one-one on this fantastic new addition to the ever-growing slayer clan?" Faith asks as she bounces on the balls of her feet ever so slightly. It seems that the idea of a new fight is getting my girl all riled up. I love it when she gets like that.

Davie soaks in the sight of the exuberant Faith with a twinkle in her eyes. "Well mate…how about you choke down a bottle o' Ritalin and calm your nerves down. I have this bad feelin' that you're gunna put a hole through the bleedin' ceiling!" Faith stops her bouncing and flashes a bright smile at Davie. "Good puppy," Davie approves.

Faith gets an indignant look on her face. "I am so not a puppy. I mean, yeah, dogs…cute. But I am not cute." She ends her argument with a slight pout that makes her lower lip jut out in the most tantalizing way.

I move myself to eye level with my girl. "I'm pretty sure that naughty lower lip isn't helping your case at all. Mind if I tame it?"

Faith's eyes get that sultry look in them that get my panties into a twist. "I dunno babe…can you tame a dragon?"

"Give me a whip and chains and we'll see…" I trail off as I grab her lip in between my teeth and pull gently.

The sound of a throat clearing itself comes from two directions. Davie chuckles lightly as we stop our nibbling and remember that there are more people in the house than just us.

Dawn bellows at us from the living room. "Could you guys keep the loud porn-fest to a more acceptable level? As in not at all?"

Davie snorts. Faith and I just stand there looking slightly embarrassed.

"Anyways…as I was sayin' ladies, before I was so rudely interrupted by the lovely 'porn-fest' I was just about t' tell you ever'thin' I know 'bout our lovely new slayer." Davie pauses for dramatic effect. "So our newest gal is sporting the lovely shade of near black for hair color. It's about this length." Davie puts her hand level to the bottom of her earlobes. "I'm pretty sure she's of Spanish descent. And height? Not on her side. We've got ourselves someone the approximate height of Buffy. As in short."

"Ex-cuse me?" I protest. Did she really just call me short? "I am not short—"

"Are too!" Dawn yells again from the living room. "I'm supposed to be your little sister. But that's only fifty percent true. I'm taller than you."

"Dawn Summers!" I scream in my most threatening I'm-so-gunna-kick-your-ass kind of voice. "Be careful who you call short! Slayer powers remember? I could easily flatten you to the height of a pancake."

"Ooh tremble in fear at the mighty Buffy. She's as strong as Arnold Short-inator."

Faith was biting the lip I had so dutifully called naughty only moments before. I gave her a death glare and she burst into laughter.

"Sorry B…" Faith starts.

"Whatever…" I say. I hate these people.

Davie looks like she is trying not to laugh. But for my sake, she keeps it in. "Once again, if I could please continue what I was tryin' to tell you guys, I would be eternally grateful." We all look at Davie with earnest expressions. I owe it to her for not laughing at me. "Alright. So this slayer, she's pretty decently built. Looks like she's got a nice left hook."

Faith looks excited to fight again. "Strong left hook? Good we'll see how strong it is when I duck under it and her and give her a good one-two...ouch" Faith was air-boxing but quickly stopped when she stretched her ribs and other sore muscles too far.

"Sorry t' tell you Faith, but I think it might be a while until you go all Million Dollar Baby on her," Davie looks at Faith apologetically. "What happened to you anyway?"

Faith looks at her feet. I know I don't want to relive what happened to her again. Faith picks her head up slowly but resolutely. "Aldinach took over this vamp's body. Knocked me out and dragged me to his crypt. Basically he got a few good hits in and sent me through the crypt. I got buried under a pile of rubble and snow. That's why you're here."

Davie gets a genuinely sorry look on her face while cringing in sympathy pains. "We'll get him Faith. You, me, and Buffy."

(Faith's POV)

So here's the thing. Amidst all of this demon talk and new slayer crap, all I can think about is B. How she looks so beautiful right now. And I'm standing here with a cast on my arm and the face of a train crash victim. How completely unpretty could you get? I bet I could even turn Xander off right now.

But hey…no more moaning about this. We've got us a slayer to catch.

The three of us and Dawnie sat around all day, trying to come up with a game plan for this. We have no idea how strong this girl is. Or if she's actually gotten a hold of the Big Ugly. We decide that we should go visit our favorite neutered vampire. See if we can pump him for information.

"We'll be back in a while D. Don't burn the house down!" I yell to Dawn as we walk out of the door. We're all dressed to kill. Literally. Davie is sporting what seems to be a Slayers favorite uniform. Black leather pants with a white tank top. And damn, that girl has a body.

But nothing can compare to my little B in her low cute swoop neck maroon T-shirt and tight beige pants. She looks wonderful as always.

So we walk to the graveyard where Mr. Peroxide himself "lives".

"So who exactly is this Spike guy? I mean he's a vamp right? Oh no…don't tell me one of you got all bumpy in the sack with him…" Davie theorizes out loud.

B gets and incredibly "eew" face on. "Yucky. That is really gross. That piece of undead meat is sooo not my type."

Davie smirks my way. "Is it the presence of a penis that makes him not your type? Or is he really that repulsive?"

"I'll have you know, Fai is the only girl I've been with." I smile proudly at this. "And she's going to be the last one too." Her hand reaches for mine and we link together.

Davie gets this really satisfied look on her face. "Aww you guys are just so bloody cute. The absolute epitome of a Kodak moment. What about you Faith? Any other girls in your past?"

I think about it. Steve? Klepto. Ronnie? Deadbeat. Kenny? Drummer. My only other three meaningful relationships and out of those only one with female anatomy…

"Ronnie. Veronica actually. Went out with her for three months at the end of my high school career. Cute little thing. Blonde hair blue eyes; what can I say I'm a sucker for your American girl," I say flashing a teasing smile at B. "She turned out to be a total waste of my time. She was using me to make her boyfriend jealous. After that I enlisted help from my 'get some get gone policy'."

B face has a quick flash of worry. "But don't worry B. I can't 'get gone' on you yet. I gotta get some first." B squeezes my hand. "Besides I love you, remember?"

B pecks my lips. "Love ya too babe."

Before I know it the three of us are barging into Spike's cold crypt. It is really drafty in here. Seeing as there is a giant hole in the wall. Where I went through it.

B stops suddenly. Her body is rigid and tense. Her gaze is held to a spot on the floor. I follow her line of vision and see what she's staring at. My blood. On the floor. Maybe coming here was a bad idea.

I walk close to B and put my hand on her cheek, gently turning her away from the red stain. Her lip quivers slightly and water fills up her eyes, threatening to spill over onto her baby soft cheeks.

"I'm gunna kill this bastard Faith. I'm gunna kill him." I brush a strand of her golden crown behind her ear.

"I know B. I know you will."

(Davie's POV)

Those two lovebirds never stop. It's quite sickening actually. In a completely adorable kind of way. Those two are going to be in it together for a long time. I've really never seen to people in deeper love than them. All I can see is complete sincere trust in the other's eyes. And my God the way they look at each other! I would never dare separate the two. I would fear for my life.

I want to kill Aldinach for them and cease this Hell they've been living in. And I am going to do everything I can to do just that. I'm gong to—

—My train of thought is pushed completely off its track as a man enters the room. Bleach blonde hair. Stunning bright eyes. Skinny little guy, but oddly lean and well muscled. His left eyebrow boasts a dangerous and strangely sexy looking scar.

" 'ello Slayers. Who might this lovely woman be?" He asks. Of all things Divine and heavenly…that accent!

"The name's Davie. Slayer extraodinaire," I say and flash a devilish grin his way.

Lust at first sight anyone?

(Faith's POV)

You have got to be kidding me! Spike saunters into the room. And all eyes go to him. Mine and B's are tainted with disapproval. But Davie's eyes…

Her eyes light up in a similar fashion as those of a toddler opening up his shiny red bike he just got on Christmas morning. Spike looks Davie up and down and I can almost hear his man-hood talking to him. 'Look at that piece of wonderfully scrumptious woman meat. I bet she's a wonderful lay' it says to Spike.

I'm so wrapped up in my observations I barely notice Spike and Davie's greetings for each other until their over and we're all standing around uncomfortably.

Bleach boy and Miss Aussie begin an intimate and disturbingly flirtatious conversation. I look over at B who's surveying this madness with a slightly amused and confused smirk on her face. I try to immerse myself in thoughts of B but my eyes are suddenly caught on her chest. I didn't realize it before but that shirt accentuates her body nicely. Very nicely.

I notice a lull in the two new lust bunnies' conversation as they finally acknowledge that there are two more souls in the room. I tear myself away from B's body and blush in the embarrassment of being caught ogling my girlfriend's goods. Note to self: stop staring at B's breasts in public.

B leans in and whispers in my ear. "There will be plenty of time for that later," she teases.

The four of us finally come to an unspoken consensus that we should talk about this whole Aldinach issue.

B clears her throat and begins the discussion. "So Spike, after being so stupidly possessed by an ancient Egyptian Beast, do you have any idea where we could find him and destroy him? Anything that could make you worth something in the eyes of us Goddess-like Slayers?" B asks, adding in the last bit, hoping to provide him with some inspiration to aid us in our quest to kill the killer.

Spike looks up at the ceiling and taps the side of his head as if deep in thought. "Well, I know where his hideout is. Is tha' considered useful? And if I told you where it was, d' you suppose you could le' me borrow Davie here for the night?"

A wicked grin spreads on Davie's face. "What do ya think girls? Fair trade? I say so."

I glance at B who nods her head. "Spill it Spike."

Spike smiles like he just won the lottery. And with a girl like Davie, I suppose he did. "His little hidey-hole is in Weatherly Park. In the eastern corner."

Bam. We got him. "Hey B, can we go check it out? Maybe do a little snooping around the place? Nothing dangerous...we can save the serious pummeling for tomorrow night. When we got Lover-girl back." Davie sticks her tongue out at me. B nods her head.

"Alright babe, sounds like a plan. You gunna be ok here Davie?"

Davie gets a mischievous glint in her eye and flicks her head towards the blonde vampire. "I'll be ok and little more."

I roll my eyes and tug on B's sleeve. "Let's bounce."

"Bye guys," B and I say together to the giggling pair.

"Have fun," Davie says. As B and I walk out of the crypt, we hear Davie mumble. "I know I will."

Half an hour later we've checked in with Dawn who was zoned out watching TV. "Bones" was on and we knew better than to disrupt her while she was drooling over Special Agent Booth. We quickly continued on to Weatherly Park.

We were making our way towards the eastern edge when we saw movement in the distance. B and I speed up our pace and sneakily hide behind a few bushes watching from afar. We see two dark figures with their backs turned to us.

"Do you think it's them?" B asks me. "Aldinach and the evil slayer?"

"I dunno," I whisper back. I squint harder and see something shiny in the larger figure's hand. "He's got something B."

"Sacrificial knife? Lethal sword?" B questions.

I force myself to make out the item in the shadow's hand. I had seen enough of them in my past to figure out what it was. "Nope," I respond. "Completely innocent beer can," I answer. The two figures step into a brighter patch and we see that the two ominous shadows are nothing more than two homeless men.

B looks up at me, laughter in her eyes. "You know Faith, that could have been a weapon of mass destruction," B justifies her quick jump to conclusion that the mystery item in the bum's hand was dangerous. We stand up and decide to turn back and go home. Looks like this was bust. B keeps on talking as we turn around. "Besides, alcohol is not exactly 'innocent'. Beer bad. This one time—"

Whack! B's cut off as a giant claw smashes into the side of her head, sending her crashing into me. We both go tumbling to the ground. I look up in time to see another claw cutting air coming at us again. I wrap my arms around B and roll us out of harms' way. We both spring to our feet.

I shoot a glance towards B who's shaking her head. Her temple has already turned a deep purple.

I look forward in front of us and see a small army of demons that resemble a cross between a spider and a crab. Eeew. I hate spiders.

"Party time boys," I say and get into a fighting stance, knowing that I am not gunna be able to kick the crap out of these guys very easily.

"On the count of three," I say. "One…"

B jumps into action punching and kicking a crab creature. "Three" I mumble to myself. Then I jump into the fray.

I throw a right hook at a demon's head. He ducks but I have a knee ready to smash his face in. He bends over in pain and bellows a loud roar. I kick him towards the trees and run to follow him. Tearing a thick branch off a nearby tree trunk, I thrust the oversized twig into the demon's eye and am pleased to see him fall to the ground motionless less than three seconds later.

Just that little fight left me winded. I look at B, who's faring much better having broken the necks of two beasts and impaling another on it's own claw.

I scuttle back to the action, taking a demon's head in my hands. In one quick motion I've broken his neck. 'That was easy' I say to myself.

There's about four demons left. One spots me and rushes. We engage in a fierce battle. I deliver three punishing hits to his head as he kicks out at my legs. The kick lands on my knee and I hear a slight pop.

Oh man...that really kills. I pick a rock up off the ground as I bend over, feigning pain, and the demon uses this chance to come sweeping in on me. When he gets close to me I smash his skull with the rock. I feel the bone give away and soon he's a dead demon. I quickly pop my knee back into place and see that B is finishing off two of the remaining beasts. I look around for the fourth demon and am greeted by a claw that catches me behind my ear knocking me down again. His claw comes at me again and I raise my left arm in defense forgetting that it's broken. His claw collides with my cast and it hurts like a bitch, but it saves my arm from being chopped in two.

I hear the dying wails of the two demons B was fighting. The last guy and I are in a deadlock, his claw making a "T" with my plastered arm. I can't hold on much longer.

Luckily I don't have to because a claw slices through the ugly bastards head and he dies. B's standing there, looking a little worse for the wear holding a severed demon claw up like a battle-ax.

I look at her and the dead creatures surrounding us. B helps me up to my feet.

"Nicely diverted F," she says smirking.

"Diverted? That was me fighting for my life miss Attention Span," I say laughing as I remember her uttering those words to me long ago when we fought some vamps in a cemetery. Before things went bad.

We slipped back into the old roles. B smiles at me pulling me close. "This isn't a Tupperware Party," she huskily says to me. "It's a little hard to plan."

"The count of three isn't a plan. It's Sesame Street," I respond.

She leans in kissing me. We dissolve into laughter a few seconds later. "So B, you craving a non-fat yogurt?"

"I'm definitely not craving crab," she answers, a look of disgust wrinkling up her features.

Then it hits me. "Spike set us up B. There's no Aldinach here. Just a lovely welcoming party of ugly crusty creatures."

"I'm gunna kill him Faith! He played us!" B yells full of fury.

Another alarming thought creeps into my mind. I can feel myself pale visibly.

"What's wrong baby?" B asks concernedly. "Besides the obvious I mean."

We have to get back to the crypt. "If Spike's bad or being manipulated again, he's got something else to hurt us with," B looks at me, worry evident all over her face. "Davie. She's alone with Spike."

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