Hey guys! Sorry about not updating on Sunday, this update is almost a week late. Had a homework overload here and should be back on track next Sunday, the 9th. But if I feel I can't push out a good chapter on Sunday, updates will come slower. Not years later, but slower!
That night, Faith sits at the table as Amanda and Andrew chatter away once again. They spent the entire day around each other and here they go again. What could they have to talk about? She thinks to herself. She smiles a little bit; looking back down at the spiral notebook she was writing in. she was writing down some of the things that came to her mind, mostly anything that was relevant to slaying and day-to-day life. She hadn't lived a normal life in so long; she'd almost forgotten what it was like. But considering her current predicament, she figured she wouldn't ever know the feeling of being a slayer again. The thought itself was depressing, but she couldn't let herself get down enough to where it affected Amanda.
"Are you starting a watchers diary?" Cordelia asks her leaning closer. Faith glances up, a frown on her face.
"No," she says. "What would be the point of keepin' one now? There are gonna be trained slayers and watchers all around the world; wouldn't you think that a retired slayer would become a watcher?" she asks seriously. Cordelia thinks it over.
"Kind of like you?" she asks gently. Faith thinks it over. Wouldn't say I'm retired…
"Pretty much." She says with a shrug. Cordelia shrugs as well, going back to the book she's reading.
"But most of them will probably be sick of dealing with demons by the time they retire." She says. Faith pulls a face, she has a point.
"Really think it'd be a good idea?" she asks. She's not even one hundred percent sure why Cordelia's opinion on the subject matters to her, but it does.
"Mhm," Cordelia confirms. "At least so you can completely protect our slayer, the other slayers aren't our problem." She waves a hand. Faith smiles a little.
"Our slayer?" she asks raising an eyebrow. Cordelia's eyes meet hers but her head doesn't lift.
"Of course," she says plainly. "The three of you would probably kill each other without me around to buffer." She pauses, "Well you may go crazy, those two seem like two peas in a pod." She muses.
Cordelia isn't sure why she's virtually volunteering herself indefinitely, but she can't seem to want to stop herself. Over the past few weeks, she found herself actually enjoying being around Faith, Amanda, and Andrew. Especially Faith and that was the real shock to her. She always figured that under all of that special brand of psycho, was an almost decent person. Even still, she had never actually liked Faith, let alone wanted to be around her voluntarily. But now, after getting to know Faith even a little, she finds herself looking forward to their morning workouts. The thought of having a conversation with Faith and not wanting to be forcibly electrocuted seemed a bit foreign to her, even now. Strangely enough, she didn't openly question it. Sure, she wondered why and what was up with it, but she didn't just come out and question it flat out. A part of her wasn't sure she wanted to think about the answer when she did.
"So much confidence in me." Faith jokes. Cordelia finds herself trying to hide a grin, looking down but not really reading the words on the page.
"Oh my god, that would be so cool! Faith, can we go?" Amanda asks suddenly. Faith and Cordelia both look at the two younger people in the room.
"Um," Faith starts and Cordelia notes that she sounds confused. "Go where?" Good question. She thinks.
"Rock climbing! Andrew said he saw this sho-"
"You wanna go climbing rocks because Andy-boy's been watchin' too much TV?" Faith cuts her off. Amanda pouts but nods.
"It'd be good for training! I could really work on my upper body strength and my reflexes."
"Ohh, she's using her job to do something fun. I like this girl." Cordelia jokes. She has to admit, rock climbing seems like it could be fun.
"Have you ever been rock climbing kid?" Faith asks with a sigh. Cordelia smirks; they were totally going.
"No, but how hard can it be?" she asks. Cordelia smirks a little deeper.