Summers House
Buffy stormed up the stairs to Faith's room. She opened the door and from the darkness of the room she saw Faith thrashing back and forth while whimpering in her sleep. She instantly forgot her anger and replaced it with concern and worry. She inched into the mess of a room, stepping over some old boots and a leather jacket, finally made it over to Faith's bed. She reached for the lamp and turned the switch. With the much needed light she could see Faith's face fully. Faith was sweating and Buffy could have sworn she had just seen a tear roll down Faith's face. She took a hold of Faith's shoulders and started to try to shake her out of her sleep. Faith bolted upright. She looked around disoriented and when she saw Buffy she immediately relaxed, but she was still crying. Buffy enveloped her in a tight, protective hug. She was saying things like, "Shhhh, it's okay. I'm here now." "It's me, it's Buffy. I won't let anything hurt you." All the while Faith was sobbing quietly, except for a gasp here and there, while Buffy just held her and tried to soothe her.
"It's okay. It was just a dream. It wasn't real." Buffy said comfortingly.
Faith shook her head against Buffy's shoulder. "No Buffy, it was real. It was real."
Buffy pulled away and put her hands on Faith's shoulders. "It was real? Like a memory?"
Faith tried to shy away but, Buffy's grip was too strong. She shook her head as if saying 'yes'. She didn't want to look Buffy in the eyes so she found a focus point on the bed. Buffy knew this wasn't a good time to push so she just gathered Fait up in a warm embrace and held her like that until Faith fell asleep. Then, she made herself more comfortable and laid there with her baby sister, afraid to leave her alone for her nightmares, or memories, to swallow her in her sleep. And there the two sisters laid all night, holding on to each other for dear life.