Disclaimers: Joss owns them, not me. I make no claims to Buffy or Faith. No harm intended, at all.
Title: Thanks to Superdrugs 'Vitamin C' pill pot. I do own the actual pot, I bought it for £3.49.
Date Stamp: Miss K, aka Kitty wrote this 17.12.01
Spoilers: Dawn alert!
 
Dawn's POV
 

Slayers Do Christmas XI - Slow Release

 
Natural or pearl?
Why hasn't Buffy got any good color lipsticks I can steal?
What's the point of having a big sister if you can't even share stuff?
 
I rummage a bit more and pick another one out.
Bruised?
I pop the lid and look at the color.
She wears this?
Has she got a secret clothes stash that I don't know about?
 
I walk over to her closet and start flicking through her outfits.
Pastel, pastel, pastel, oh, grey, wow, really went out on a limb there, Buff, pastel, white, cream...
And she thinks I borrow loads of her clothes?
Doubtful.
We have that school play coming up about eighteenth century life.
Maybe I can use some of them for that?
 
'Dawn?!'
 
Here we go again.
Lets see, what line's she going to come out with now?
Why are you going through my closet, mom's told you about that, get out?
 
 
'Why are you going through my closet, mom's told you about that, get out!'
 
Predictable much.
I wonder if mom adopted her from some Amish people?
I mean, would explain why she's like she is.
 
'Bye Buffy. See ya, Faith!'
 
 
Buffy's POV
 
If she's stolen anything I'm going to kill her!
I look through my closet but everything seems ok; seems ok.
I need to keep a list of my stuff.
I wonder if we adopted her from a band of thieves?
I don't steal stuff, well not her stuff, well not any stuff.
Don't understand it.
 
Huh?
 
'Sorry, what?'
 
'I said where's my lipstick, B?'
 
Argh, Dawn!
 
'DAWN?!'
 
She is so going to die, horribly.
I run into the hall and rip her door open.
 
'Dawn! Give Faith back her lipstick you stole?'
 
'I knew it couldn't be yours, what with me liking it and all. I'll give it back to Faith.'
 
Oh my God, she's going to drive me insane!
She flashes me the fakest smile I've ever seen and walks calmy back to my room, with me following.
I try to resist the urge to grab her and just... shake, lots!
She can't be my sister.
We adopted her, that's what happened.
Mom and dad just got a bad lot, they should have kept the receipt.
 
I watch as she smiles at Faith and starts talking.
Stop tapping your foot, and look calm.
No, looking calm doesn't mean gritting your teeth, stop with the gritting already.
 
'So, then I didn't know when you'd be back. I tried to ask Buffy but she just kept saying you were ill and were in rehab indefinitely.'
 
'I SAID PREFAB!!'
 
Faith's eyes narrow as she sends me a death stare.
 
'That was when she'd even talk to me. You know, she was having some 'look at me, I don't get enough attention' breakdown. Slumming round in gross clothes, eating ice-cream all day. Like we don't all notice the Slayer already!'
 
'Time for Dawn to leave, now.'
 
I grab her arm and pull her up, pushing her out of the door.
Shit!
I open the door again, snatch the lipstick out of her hand, and slam it in her face.
 
'Bye Faith, I missed you!'
 
'Missed you too, Dawnie.'
 
'Don't encourage her, Faith!'
 
What is this, an I love Dawn convention?
 
'I did miss her, B. I'm not lying.'
 
I toss her back her lipstick and she puts it in her jacket pocket, giving me a wink in thanks.
 
'Well you shouldn't have gone then.'
 
She shouldn't.
Simple as that.
So what, she said she loved me and I picked her feelings up, squashed them into a ball and handed them back to her.
So?
 
I feel like someone's tipped this big bucket of 'sad' over me all of a sudden.
I did that.
She said she loved me and I was, like, some big bad nasty person who went all 'Tough Buff'.
The one time I do it, and it almost ruins everything.
I am such a jack-ass.
 
'Don't start on about me going, B. It was your choice.'
 
She gets up and looks out my window.
It wasn't my choice though.
Will she stop saying that?!
 
'I didn't ask you to go, Faith. Don't blame me.'
 
Ok, I didn't mean that exactly.
 
'I'm not blaming you, B! You're not gonna make me feel bad about this, about what I did.'
 
'I'm not trying to. I'm just saying...'
 
'I need some air. I'll talk to you later.'
 
Wait up, what just happened?
I watch as she pushes past me and walks down the stairs.
From the expression on her face I know I shouldn't go after her, not yet.
 
God, she is like a stone wall, sometimes!
But I'm not exactly being all tippy toe.
 
Damn it, Buffy, when are you going to learn to shut your mouth?