Disclaimers: Joss owns Buffy and Faith, I make no claims to them. No harm intended. I do however own Discord completely.
Date Stamp: Miss K, aka Kitty wrote this 19.12.01
Title: It's from a Scratching Post song, I don't own it, Nicole does. It was suggested by Miss X, aka God. All hail her, she really is God. I've seen her, it's true.
 
Buffy's POV
 
Slayers Do Christmas XIV - Heads Up, But Your Pants Are Down
 
Ok, so what happened there?
Did she threaten me?
I know I'm the Slayer, but she made me skin crawl.
Calm down, she's Faith's family, and that's all that matters.
She helped you out, so stop being all grr about it.
She's just being protective of her cousin, that's all, leave it alone.
Or maybe leave it alone after you've asked Faith about her some more, just to be on the safe side.
 
Why are trees so uncomfortable?
I shift positions some more to try and get comfy.
 
So, I need to give her space.
I can do that.
I can give her space.
Yup.
Tomorrow's Christmas Eve, we have to have sorted things out by then because I'm not having a sucky Christmas day without Faith.
 
Oh no, I haven't asked her if she wants to come over for Christmas dinner!
What about Dis, do I ask her as well?
I should, she did spill and she can't be on her own, not on the Holy day.
Holy day?
I've so been watching too much TV!
 
Ok, so plan of action.
Well, plan of action?
Come on!
 
Right, go round to Faith's, say you're sorry, do not mention anything about LA, then invite her and Dis round for Christmas goodies!
 
Do NOT, I repeat DO NOT make Faith feel guilty!
I mean it, Buffy, one bad word comes out of your mouth and you'll regret it.
 
Faith's POV
 
'You want a pizza, Faith? I'm paying.'
 
Last thing on my mind is food.
 
'No, anyway I can buy my own stuff.'
 
I'm not a charity case, if I want something I'll get it.
 
'Hey, I know you can buy your own stuff. Why are you all hyper sensitive?'
 
Great, everyone's a fuckin' shrink.
Like I need anyone else crawling round in my head right now.
 
'Leave me alone, Dis.'
 
'No, what's up?'
 
'If I wanted to share I would. I don't.'
 
I just want to lie on the sofa and feel shit, ok.
Is it too much to ask to be left alone?
I feel the end of the sofa dip as she sits on it and starts to rub my feet.
Yeah, well, I'll let you do that, only 'cause it feels nice.
 
'You don't have to tell me anything, Faith. I'm not trying to get in your head.'
 
'Will you stop reading my thoughts!'
 
'Slow it down a step, babe. Close your eyes and relax, ok? For me, please?'
 
I throw my arm over my eyes and try and calm everything down a bit.
But it isn't working.
Why do I always end up feeling guilty?
She was the one who said it was too late, not me!
I told her I loved her and she slapped me back down.
We had it all, man, everything, and she fucked it up.
No, screw that, I fucked it up, again!
Like I haven't beaten myself up over this enough; thought I was through with it all.
Two months, two whole screaming, dark, endless fucking months I felt like shit about her hearing what I said to Taz.
I come back to make it right, to get her back, and I start to fuck it up again.
Shit!
 
SHIT!!
 
I kick Dis off my feet and try to get up, but her hand on my shoulder stops me.
 
'Come back from the dark side, Luke.'
 
I start to laugh, but then I feel it turning into something else, something I don't want to do in front of her.
I push her hand off me and stand up.
I feel like I should be pacing or something.
Maybe I should go out and...
And do what?
Go out and do what, Faith?
 
'Faith, you need to let it out or it'll keep eating away at you.'
 
SHUT UP!
I'll deal, like I always do.
Just me; just me.
 
'Nothing's eating away at me. Leave me alone.'
 
'Is that what you want, to be alone? That's cool if it's what you really want, but it isn't so good if you're only doing it because you're scared.'
 
'Fuck you, Dis. When did you become a shrink?'
 
'We're blood, Faith. I know you too well.'
 
'You don't know shit, and you don't know me!'
 
'You think? I know you're scared right now, I can feel it. It's buzzing round you, and it's going to make you do something stupid if you're not careful.'
 
She gets up and I feel her hand on my shoulder again, turning me towards her.
Fuck this.
I slap her hand away and push her back down on the sofa, hard.
 
'You touch me again and I'll break your fuckin' arm, you got that?'
 
'Ok, no harm no foul. Didn't mean to encroach on your personal space.'
 
'I didn't mean that, Dis. I feel like, shit, I need to hit something, you know? It won't be dark for hours yet, and I don't want to head for the sewers, not in the mood for the stench.'
 
'Come on then, get it out.'
 
She stands up and squares off to me.
What?
 
'What are you doing?'
 
'We'll spar, come on. Give me your best, Faith.'
 
'Shut up, Dis. I need to hit something, not play fight with you.'
 
No piece of furniture is safe with me in this mood.
 
'Seriously, you think you got what it takes Faith then swing some at me, 'cause I sure as Hell know you're not going to land a single punch.'
 
Now, I just want to wipe that cocky look off her face!
I throw a slow left hook and she pushes my arm away and snorts at me.
Shit, it pisses me off when she does that.
 
'That it, Slayer? No wonder Buffy can kick your ass!'
 
That did it!
I didn't need much pushing, but I'm officially over the edge now.
I swing another punch to her body, full force and she just side steps me.
Fuck!
A kick to her head and she blocks it and pushes me off.
 
Ok, you want Faith?
Well here she is!
 
I fake a leg sweep and then kick her knees out from under her, sending her down on the floor, but before I can do anything she rolls over, out of my way, and flips back up.
 
'Nice move, Faithy, come on, give me all you've got. Let me have it, babe.'
 
Shit!
What is this, the new improved Dis?
 
For the next few minutes I put everything into hitting her, everything, but don't land a single punch.
I take a step back and look at her.
She winks at me, clicks her neck, then her fingers and motions for me to come get her.
 
I walk towards her, until we're inches apart and get up on my toes and kiss her cheek.
 
'You're a shit, Dis!'
 
'Got some of that grrr out though, didn't it?'
 
'Maybe. They taught you some smooth moves in the... what do you call it? I mean, what you do, where you work, what do you call that?'
 
I watch her turn away and grab her jacket.
 
'Hell, Faith, that's what I call it.'
 
She walks out the door, closing it softly.
 
Fuck, what's she got herself into this time?!