amy faith and wesley + "Please don't argue." requested by bisexualxanderharris
Takes place after the "Best i can" Faith/Amy prompt fic.
"Wes, I don't know why you decided to jam that pole back up your ass this morning, but we're supposed to fucking partners in this shit. So where the hell were you? And fuck your 'other engagements'!" Amy winced a little at the fury in Faith's tone. "This whole book was your idea, and you don't give me orders. So tell me what the hell was so important, or so help me-"
"Or what Faith?" Wesley drawled, not getting up from his desk. "I don't think you're actually pissed off enough to do more than punch me, and while I don't relish being punched in the face by a Slayer, you don't give the orders in this partnership either." His tone was ice-cold. Amy was pretty sure she'd missed something between her girlfriend and the Watcher. Yeah, it was annoying that Wes hadn't been there to help them with that giant demon, or maybe help her with the wards on the vault door (or any of the lesser demons they'd fought to get that far), but still, wasn't worth this much rage. And Wesley had to be pissed off for a reason.
"Punch you? Oh, you'll wish I was just going to punch you, Wes-" Faith started. That was enough. Waving her hand, Amy conjured the sound of a thunderclap, which reverberated through Wesley's apartment and shut both of them up.
"Please, don't argue anymore. I've already got a headache and I'd rather you two don't make it worse." Amy splayed her hand over her forehead, then went on. "And Faith, sit down. The icepack spell is a help, but you really shouldn't be putting pressure on your leg if you don't have to." Amy stepped forward, glaring at them both. After a long moment, Faith nodded
The thing that was making no sense is why they were so pissed at eachother right now. Even after four years of Watcher-Slayer partnership, Faith and Wesley weren't exactly friends. But they did have a firm respect, a rapport, and a working partnership. And, in his own emotionally inexpressive English way, Wesley cared about Faith. And Faith in turn cared about Wesley, if the way she'd been ready to tear Los Angeles to pieces after he'd been stabbed by an old enemy of Angel's a year and a half ago was anything to go by. Frankly, they almost had a sibling vibe going between them.
Just don't tell them they care about eachother. Sometimes her girlfriend could be an idiot. Wesley too, but that wasn't much of a surprise.
"I don't know what in the name of Hecate has gotten into you two, but stop it. Now, Wes, we could have used your help with those demons. So could you please explain what you were doing that was so important?"
"I was meeting with a black market contact to procure this." Wesley held up two pieces of colored glass, one red, one blue. "This tome is coded, and these enchanted lenses are the only way to crack that code. The contact was only going to be in Los Angeles today, so I couldn't put it off."
"See, now was that so hard to share?" Amy asked pointedly.
"No, I suppose not." Wesley admitted. He inhaled sharply. "I'm sorry my information was wrong, Faith. I didn't expect anything more than the Chryeblar Demon you fought at the vault door."
"Well, check your information next time." Faith replied, "And…" Amy gave her a pointed look and Faith went on, "Sorry for blowing up at you."
"Good. Now, can either of you explain why you both overreacted so much?" Neither of them had an answer. "You two do this every few months - little things build up and then you start leveling threats and yelling at each other for a few days. Not this time. I'm giving you two a fucking intervention tomorrow." She'd lock them in a room and make them talk about the little things that kept aggravating the other, have a rational resolution to their little arguments this time around. "I'll draft Angel to help me keep you two in line if I need to. Meet us at the Hyperion tomorrow."
After a long moment, Wesley nodded. "Alright. Fine." Wesley's agreement was the key issue - getting Faith to agree to the idea would be easy, but not something to do in front of other people.
"Good. See you then."