A/N: 1) This is entirely AU. The story will make references to plot within the show, but does not/ will not follow the timeline of the show.
2) I am making changes in current chapters regarding Faith's history to keep it more in line with her actual history in the show. I also have two new chapters finished and will start adding new chapters once I get a 9th finished. Also my chapters are starting to get a little bit longer. HIATUS is OVER.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but some small appearance characters I might make up. For example: a doctor or a cop that shows up for a chapter or two. It is possible I will throw in a major character I have been working on…don't know. Joss Whedon is god of all.
Pairings: Eventual Fuffy
Rating: T for now, but will be determined…later
Peace
The soft notes wound their way through the midnight streets. No words were determinable. No melody was specific. The notes lilted in the air as if blown in by the wind. The breezes seemed to sing, and the waves on the beach seemed to dance with the shoreline. Each new pitch and sound was a different taste to any ears that wandered the sidewalks. Sunnydale, California, was a different world at night. Who knew?
"Son of a-shit!" The blonde rolled with the punch, quite literally, and fell to the ground, rolling to the side to avoid a foot stomping down. "You guys just never learn, do you? You can't get a Slayer when she's down! A: It's against the unwritten rules. And B: It won't help you anyway coz you're still gonna lose. Urgh!" She grunted as she looked up at her advancing opponent. She could either spring to her feet and then throw some punches that would be inevitably parried, or she could…well, she could try something new for a change.
Waiting until her foe leapt over her, straddling her with his feet, she then brought her knees up to her chest. Without hesitating, the young woman spread her own legs and then snapped them together like scissors against the creature's own limbs. With strength that most humans do not have, she forced the legs of her adversary shut and rolled over once more. Her legs trapping the legs of her enemy worked as leverage to send the thing crashing next to her on the filthy ground. "What do you know? You really do learn something new every day," she smirked and jumped nimbly to her feet, reaching into her back pocket for a hunk of wood, and slammed it into the thing's chest. Dust was everywhere, but she was used to it. That trick should come in handy again, the young woman thought. Crap, it's late.
Coughing the remaining dust from her lungs, this mysterious woman ran. It was a long way across town to get back home, and she didn't have much time left before morning. Technically it was already morning. But she didn't wish to think about it like that. A girl needs her beauty rest before class, after all.
The movie was just ending. It was some piece of crap: a chick flick, probably. The brunette didn't really care as her head lolled limply from her left shoulder to her right. She hadn't even been awake long enough to see the beginning of whatever movie it was. All she knew were the last bits of pathetic pieces creeping into her dream as she was brought from her slumber.
Airplane movies are stupid, she thought as the sound in her in flight earphones changed into something different that she couldn't quite place at first. It didn't register in her mind that it was the pilot making an announcement until a stewardess shook her to full alertness. "Miss, please, return your seat to the upright position, fasten your seatbelt, and lock your food tray. We're landing," the redhead smiled.
The young woman passenger groaned as she removed the earphones and handed them to the stewardess. She begrudgingly followed her instructions, despite blurting out the retort she so longed to release. I hate airplanes. If not for the crappy food, the movies, and cramped seats…these damned stewardesses make these things hell. The passenger snorted in laughter at another inner thought she had. It seemed oxymoronic to her, that last thought about airplanes being hell. Hah. Hell. I'm flying over a thousand miles an hour through the clouds. It looks like heaven but feels like I'm six feet under. Her chuckles were now getting strange looks from other people near her. "Sorry. I just…what are you lookin' at?" All other words failed her, so she guessed she should just put on an act tough enough to match her dark makeup and leather jacket.
"Welcome to LA. Wait for the seatbelt sign to turn off, and then the stewardesses will direct you off of the plane. We hope you enjoyed your flight, and enjoy your stay in California," the cheery voice of the pilot clicked off and with it went the seatbelt signs.
Once off the plane, the young woman headed straight for the taxi depot. She had a backpack slung over one shoulder, and no other luggage. All she needed was a bag full of a week's worth of clean underwear and some shirts, and she'd be good to go. That had been her philosophy when she had received word from her contacts that she was to go to California. Some place called Sunnydale. She thought that was another ironic detail about this whole situation she was in. Sunnydale; it sounded like some rich kid paradise. Hell that was, and hell this will be…
Upon reaching the taxi depot she saw that she needed to wait until an on-duty cab arrived; it appeared she had dawdled too long and that all were taken. It didn't seem too bad to her. The airport here in LA was different than the one in Boston. People didn't look at her, or try to get in her way, or send her judgmental questioning glares. They went about their own business, which was cool.
A soft strumming came from a small tiled circle in the center of the taxi depot lobby. A slightly older girl sat strumming a guitar, singing an original tune with original words. From the looks of it the girl was trying to earn cab fare. Maybe I should offer to just give her money…but at a second glance the brunette decided not to. Instead she walked over and tossed a few singles into the guitar case and smiled warmly.
The guitar girl was good, and she seemed to be having a good time sharing her talent. It wasn't as if she was playing because she had to earn money. She was playing because she had to earn money and that was a way for her to do it while enjoying herself all the same.
The words to her song were simple and sweet:
The peace of my life can't find no ill,
I'm just waitin' for my time to shine.
There's a dove and an angel on my window sill
And they shine with light to cure me blind.
Goin' with the flow of the ebbin' tide
There ain't anything to make me frown.
Like a rainbow I don't like to hide,
And there ain't no clouds to take me down.
Until I find that peace in my life
The chaos is where I make my home.
I go with the flow and regain my sight
With my songs I ain't never alone.
A/N: What do you think? Please review.
PS: The song at the end is a segment of a poem written by yours truly.
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