Disclaimers: Joss owns them, not me. I do own Discord, all of her, every last bit.
Comments: It's short, because the next one's long. I had to split it and this was the only place I could.
Date Stamp: Miss K, aka Kitty wrote this 19.12.01
 

Faith's POV

SDC XII - Knowing You, Is Like Climbing The Great Wall Of China

I don't know why I'm in such a shitty mood all of a sudden.
I needed to get outta there before she started with the guilt trip again.
Yeah, Faith's bad, Faith's wrong, everything's Faith's fault.
Even Dawn's being more upfront about missing me.
Screw it, I'm just feelin' sorry for myself again.
Didn't get enough sleep, haven't had anything to eat, feel like crap.
I've got Buffy Summers thoughts running through my head 24/7.
Now it's like I'm almost back to square one with her.
 
Shit, girl, the best things in life aren't easy.
Nothing in my shitty life ever is though, nothing.
Not one fucking thing.
I gotta work ten times harder for every little scrap.
 
Jeez, shut up with the I'm pathetic routine, it's getting old!
 
Keep thinking that everything good needs to be worked for.
Just remember that!
 
Discord's POV
 
Ok, call her, just sound casual.
I pick the phone up.
No don't call her, you've only been gone a few days, you'll sound like a stalker.
I put the phone down.
But she said I should phone and tell her how we're all doing.
I pick the phone up.
But she doesn't want to hear about me, just Faith and Buffy, she doesn't even know me, not that well anyway.
I slam the phone down.
 
This is stupid!
You're twenty five years old, Dis, phone the girl, tell her how you all are and leave it at that!
It's not like you don't know her at all, you did the happy chauffeur thing and got her lunch, even took her to dinner when she got let down by some chump.
 
Shit, this is just crazy.
 
Faith's POV
 
'Hey Dis, you in?'
 
'No.'
 
I jump on the sofa, face down and let my arm hang over the edge.
Man, I still feel like crap.
Best if I'm not round B, I'll be all shitty to her and fly off the handle.
She needs to lay off with the guilt tripping though.
I don't need any help on that front.
Can trip myself out with that stuff all day long.
All day, every day.
Managed for two months in LA, and 18 years before then.
 
'Why aren't you at Buffy's, thought you had stuff to sort out?'
 
'Didn't feel like sorting today.'
 
I turn over and watch her, hovering near the phone.
She's got some scrappy bit of paper in her hand, and she keeps staring at it.
What's going on now?
 
She picks the phone up, bites her lip, and puts it down.
Then picks it back up; then puts it down again.
Paces a bit, then picks it back up, then puts it down.
 
'Dis, man. If you need help using the phone I've been trained. I can show you.'
 
She looks up at me and she looks freaked.
Slow down, am I missing something here?
 
'What? No, I don't want a drink thanks Faith.'
 
Ok, what the fuck?
 
'Dis? You takin' medication I should know about, 'cause you're acting pretty weird.'
 
'Shit, I'm not gonna call her. She doesn't even know I exist. What? Yeah I'm fine. I'm goin' for a walk.'
 
She crumples up the paper and throws it in the bin, hitting a three pointer, then storms out.
Girl trouble, see, shoulda guessed.
Dis and girls don't mix, she either picks them wrong or picks them straight, neither's been doin' her any good in the last couple of years.
I walk over to the bin and fish the paper out, smoothing it out in my hand.
I know this number it's...
 
 
FUCK, Dis, why'd you have to pick Cordelia Chase to get hung up on?!