Disclaimers: Joss owns them, not me. I make no claims to Buffy or Faith. Discord is mine, all mine!
Date Stamp: Miss K, aka Kitty wrote this 16.12.01
Title: Marion own the line. It's from 'Sleep'
 
Buffy's POV
 
SDC X - What a Cliché, I Never Want To See You Again
 
'Tell her to go away'
 
She can, she can go jump for all I care.
 
'Tell her yourself, I'm not your servant.'
 
'Dawn! Just tell her, please? I don't want to speak to her.'
 
She looks at me, then checks behind her and flips me the finger!
 
'DAWN!! MOM?!'
 
'She's out, squealer!'
 
She flicks her hair as she turns round and walks out, slamming my door.
Argh, she's so... argh!
 
I take a deep breath, do a quick mirror check, yup gorgeous, and head on downstairs.
 
She's standing in the living room, looking all nervous.
Good!
Good she's nervous.
I'm glad.
 
'Yes?'
 
'You said come round at eleven, B.'
 
I look at the clock and it's five to.
 
'You're early, go and wait outside. I'm not ready!'
 
I start to walk upstairs and hear the front door close.
I stop and turn back, amazed.
Oh, she thought I was serious?
God, I didn't really mean she should sit out on the porch!
What is it with girls?
Literal, or what?
I don't know how lesb... gay girls manage without going completely insane.
 
I walk back down the stairs, and open the front door.
She's sat down on the porch, smoking.
Well she can't come in now.
Mom would kill me if the drapes got all smokey.
 
'Faith? I was kidding. I was going upstairs for my purse. You look tired, busy night?'
 
Yeah, all the sex probably wore her out.
 
'Didn't get much sleep. B, about this Dis thing. You got it all wrong, like, all wrong!'
 
Really?
REA-fucking-LLY?
There, now I'm cursing over her!
Next I'll be drinking and sliding down into the gutter.
Mom will throw me out, and I'll have to live in a box in an alley.
This is the start of the end, you know, Buffy.
 
Oh, my, God, SHUT UP!
 
'Wrong? What have I got wrong? That you picked up some slutty, stripping, Xena from LA and brought her back for fun times? Am I wrong? Didn't look like it to me. Her waiting in your bedroom and all, sort of gave it away, Faith. But you know, correct me if I'm not getting it.'
 
'She's my cousin, B.'
 
Pur-lease!
 
'Is that what they call them now? Thought it was sisters. Well, whatever.'
 
She stands up, flicks her cigarette about a mile into the street and walks over to me, smiling.
Smiling?
Glad she's happy.
 
'B. She's my cousin. Like my cousin!'
 
'Sorry, Faith, could you say exactly the same thing again to me. It's such a long sentence I'm having a hard time understanding you. YES, I KNOW! Sisters, cousins, sleeping-with-each-other friends, sooo whatever.'
 
'Cousin, family, my mom's sisters kid. She's FAMILY!'
 
Family, like that makes a differ... oh.
OH!
No, no, no, no, family, no, oh my God, I'm such an idiot!
Leather, tanned skin, muscley and all busty.
FAMILY!
 
Ok, I want to die now, like, right now.
Someone please drop a bus on me; please?
 
So I say the only sensible thing that I can.
 
'Oh.'
 
'Yeah, B, Oh. Family, she's blood. We're not screwing each other. That's why I started laughing at you last night. Well, that and you calling her Xena. She hates that, I mean, she does look like Xena, but she gets it all the time so she's pretty sick of it.'
 
Again, I put all my thoughts into my next sentence.
 
'Oh.'
 
'I stayed at hers in LA. She gave me a lift back and was here to meet up with you. Think you might have won her over with your charm, B. That was some speech last night.'
 
Can I say anything other than, oh?
 
'Oh.'
 
Nope.
I think my mouths in shock.
 
'You ok, B? You're not saying much.'
 
My head starts nodding, on automatic.
Say something!
 
'Sorry, I thought... She hates me now, doesn't she? The only one of your family that I've met, and I call her Xena and act like an idiot!'
 
Faith puts her arms round me and hugs me, laughing softly.
 
'She doesn't hate you! She does think you're abit kooky, but that's cool.'
 
I push her off and slap her arm.
 
'Kooky is one tiny step behind 'I need shock therapy to help me get through the day', Faith! She hates me, I made an idiot of myself, and you let me!'
 
'I didn't let you. I couldn't stop you, sorry, it was too funny. You all jealous and all. See, I knew you liked me.'
 
I was not jealous!
Ok, I was so jealous.
So jealous I made myself look like Glen Close.
 
'I don't like you. I... I was, I was, ok, I don't know how to lie my way out of this one, at all.'
 
'So, don't lie. You were jealous, I kinda liked it.'
 
She liked it?
She's so cute!
 
'Well maybe I was, a bit. Only a bit, don't go getting all big headed over it, Faith. I know what your like. You'll be all "Look at me, I'm hot stuff" given half the chance.'
 
She smiles at me and gives me a slutty wink and it makes all the blood run southwards.
 
'Come on, Faith. Let's go do something fun.'
 
As she walks back into the house, I get a great view of her ass, all tight and...
 
Ok, maybe we can do something fun in private?
 
Hmm... fun and private?
I'm liking the way that sounds!
Ok, no to thinking like that.
It's Christmas, Dawn and mom are in, and your bedroom lock doesn't work properly.
Just my luck that they'd walk in on me and Faith, I don't know, being naughty.
 
Remember the kitten talk we had when she was in her bikini?
Well same rules apply.
Get those fluffy kittens, Buffy Summers, and knock yourself out.
 
I watch her stuff her lighter in the tight back pocket of her pants.
Damn!
 
Kittens playing with string.
Big old fluffy kittens, with little white noses, playing with string.
How does she do this to me
 
My life sucks.