bisexualxander harris requested faimy + "I am doing the best I can"

"Do you have the damn door open or not Amy?!" Faith kicked the demon in the chest, sending it staggering backwards. It was built like a Fyarl had sex with a brick shithouse and had a kid – and then that kid had growth hormone forced down its throat for a few years. About the only things going for the ugly thing were that it moved slowly, had almost no sense of balance, and it's hide wasn't super thick.

On the downside, Wes had said its blood clotted quickly, and yeah that had happened. Half a dozen cuts with her favorite knife – the enchanted one Amy had given her for Christmas all those years ago – and the damn thing was still going strong and was barely bleeding.

"It's not exactly a simple process to take down a ward that's been here for a hundred years, Faith. I'm doing the best I can!" Faith couldn't look back to see what her girlfriend was doing, but whatever it was was generating a long of smoke, the acrid smell mixing with the putrid stench wafting off the demon – who had clearly never heard of soap.

"Well, you might want to consider," Faith started, ducking under a punch from the demon and slashing at its leg, "doing it faster!"

"Do I tell you how to stake vampires?!" Amy shouted over the roar of rage the demon let out at getting cut again. "Just keep that demon off me! And maybe tell Wesley 'no' next time he wants us to steal a rare book from a dead demonologist's vault!"

Faith wasn't able to respond to that, as the demon came at her again – she avoided the punch with ease, dodging to the side and cutting out at it again – unfortunately, that time she didn't get it. Amy was mostly being sarcastic with that comment about her Watcher. Wes had long since had the concept of ordering her around beaten out of him – metaphorically, or whatever the right word was – and now they were partners, working the whole demon fighting gig together, with Amy working right alongside them.

Wes didn't give orders, but he was still the Watcher. That meant if he thought some rare book was too evil and dangerous to just be left lying around, he was probably right. So here they were trying to get it. Wes had forgot to mention that the guy had left behind a whole crapton of demons in some kind of magic comas or whatever to wake up if anyone broke in. This one was just the biggest

Still, next time, he's coming along, 'prior engagement' or not. His shotgun would be pretty fucking useful right about now.

"Almost there!" Amy shouted again. Dropping into a roll, Faith evaded another kick and moved under the demon's raised leg, ending up behind it.

"Alright then… let's wrap this up!" Faith braced herself against the wall as the demon turned around – just as it was about to face her again, Faith pushed herselff off and jump-kicked at it, catching it right in the chin. The blow sent it staggering back again, heavy feet crashing down on the ground repeatedly as it waved its arms, trying to stay upright.

Faith, for her part, screwed up the landing and crashed into the ground, flat on her back, her leg twisted a little, out to the side below the knee. It didn't feel broken, but it and her back were gonna be fuckin' sore tomorrow.

"Owww…" Faith groaned as she heard the metal vault door start to grind open, scraping against the stone floor. Palms flat on the ground, the Slayer pushed herself to a sitting position and looked at the demon, who was busy trying to get up, and not having any luck. Her knife was a few feet away from her…

Rolling on her side a few times to reach it, Faith sat back up, not wanting to test her leg just yet in a fight. Taking the knife in one hand, she hefted it, aimed, and buried it in the demon's neck. Even if that didn't kill it…

The gurgling sound it made as it stopped struggling to get up at least made it clear that it wasn't getting up soon.

"Amy, can I get-" Faith said as she tried to stand up

"A hand?" Amy asked, reaching over to grab her arm and pulling her to her feet. "Need any help staying up?"

Faith tested her leg. Definitely twisted and pulled a muscle. A pulled muscle was the worst – Slayer healing didn't really make that stop hurting any slower, the way it would heal most injuries a lot quicker.

"No, I can walk. Can you cast that… whatever you called it, like, ice-pack spell on it?" Amy had used it on her before – it would make her leg feel like she had icepacks wrapped all around it. Without the leaking water or reduced mobility.

Amy shook her head, "I'd need some ice or snow to cast it. Or something frozen. I can cast it as soon as we're out of here. Do you want me to kiss it and make it better?" That question was asked with her signature smirk – one that cut through Faith's pain for a moment… but pain wasn't really one of Faith's turn ons. And her back and leg were throbbing painfully – powering through it now was only going to make it hurt worse later, but had to be done.

"Not sure I'm going to be up for that. We'll have to see about that part once we get back to the apartment. Can you grab…" she gestured to the knife in the demon's throat, and Amy nodded, waving her hand and making the blade – with 'Faith Lehane' etched on it – float back into Faith's waiting grip. "Thanks."

"Love you." Amy said after a moment, leaning over to give Faith a quick kiss on the lips before pulling back. "Now let's get that book, and see if there's anything else worth taking in that vault."