Disclaimers: Joss owns Buffy and Faith, not me. I own Discord, in her entirety. Steal her and incur my wrath.
Comments: You know, I've gone off on a tangent again. I was going to make this ten parts?!
Date Stamp: Miss K, aka Kitty wrote this 20.12.01
Dedications: To Sarah M, can't rain all the time, sweet pea.
 

Discord's POV

Slayers Do Christmas XV - Sojourn

Now where are you going, Dis?
You're like a bigger version of Faith, walking out when things get a little bit difficult.

'Hey, Dis, wait up!

'What?'

'Where ya going?'

'To get a pizza, you didn't want any so I'm going to sit in and eat it. That ok with you, Faith?'

I give her a smile and my best I'm ok face, and she relaxes a bit.
Serves you right, Dis, you start telling people the truth and they are gonna freak, even her.

'Just I thought... inside after we sparred, shit, I don't know. You wanna go for a drive somewhere, we can go out of town to that desert bit and wheel spin the car some?'

She's got a point.
I could do with the break, and mucking about doing handbrake turns and showing off is always fun.

'Yeah, come on then. Here's $20, grab us some smokes, chips and beers; for you, 'cause you're not driving. Don't give me that look, you don't have a license! Go on.'

.....................

'See, you need to be a Hollywood stunt driver, Dis. Look at the ground!'

I watch her pointing at the marks on the waste ground we just spent an hour chewing up.
I push myself up on the hood of the car and light another smoke, watching her kicking the deep sides of the tyre tracks.

'You've got a good deal with Buffy, Faith. Don't screw it up.'

She turns round and flashes me a sad look, then puts that damn wall up again.
Can see it coming a mile off.

'If she wants me, she knows where to find me.'

'Does she? What if she can't find you, Faith. Then what? You going to let her go, just because you're being stubborn?'

'Leave it out, Dis. I'm getting it from all sides here! Let's just have some fun and not talk about heavy stuff.'

'Is she making you feel guilty, or are you making you feel guilty? I'm the voice of experience, Faith, I've let too many good things slip through my fingers. You get one chance at most things, you got two with Summers, grab it babe. That's all I'll say on the subject, well 'til the next time.'

I feel a chuckle come out of my throat.
I'm not going to quit on this, not 'til they're back together.
She's not going the way I did, no fucking way.
 
Faith's POV
 
Faith do this, Faith do that, Faith go fetch a stick, Faith, heel!
I feel like I should be on a leash, jeez.
Crap, she's right though.
I got me two chances at a good thing and if I screw it up now then I really haven't got anyone to blame but myself.
Wish I didn't have such a liking for wallowing, make things a whole lot easier.
 
I walk back over to Dis and sit next to her on the hood.
 
'What you said back in the apartment, where you serious? Why not quit if it sucks?'
 
I feel her laugh, rippling through me.
What's so funny?
 
'Can you quit being a Slayer? I'll take that silence as a no. I can't quit, it's what I am, who I am. I'm in too deep now anyway.'
 
'But... shit, I don't know, if it's eating you up then, I don't know what I'm trying to say.'
 
'It doesn't matter, Faith. Don't worry about it. Anyway, this Summers chick, what you got her for Christmas? Shit, Faith, you have got her something haven't you?'
 
'What do you think I am, a spaz? Course I got her something, you wanna see?'
 
I pull a small box out of my inside jacket pocket.
I always keep it with me, ever since I bought it in LA, it felt good to have it near.
Like it was a tiny bit of hope, squeezed into a box.
 
I flip the top open and pass it over, then light a smoke up.
 
'Woah, girl, I like your style! You're going to have her bawling when she gets this. Nice one. You know you actually have to be speaking to give her it though.'
 
'Yeah, yeah, I'm not thick, Dis. I'll get over my mood and go see her later. You think she'll like it? I mean, it's not too, I don't know, girlie is it?'
 
'Faith, she's not you! She is a girl.'
 
HEY!
 
'What you trying to say? I'm a girl as well, thanks.'
 
She nudges me in the side and I have to tense up to stop from falling off the hood.
Shit, she doesn't know her own strength sometimes.
 
'Yeah, but she's a girl. Like, all, I'm not going to say it, you know what I mean.'
 
Now I want to know.
She's all what?
I am a girl!
I've got the rack to prove it.
 
'Come on, spill, what you trying to say. I'm all woman, Dis.'
 
With that she falls off the hood and starts laughing so hard she has to put her hand on the fender.
WHAT?!
'Faith, man, you're killing me. Look, right, I don't know her that well but I'll give this a go. Summers; pastels, cream skirts, flowers, bet she has loads of soft toys, floral wallpaper, right? You; leathers, boots, computer games, got a mouth like you were dragged out of the gutter, can drink like a fish, you need me to go on? She's femme, you're butch. Just how I see it.'
 
Butch?
I'm not butch!
I look down at my black leather pants and my tight black top, then down to my boots.
This is me; I'm not butch!
 
'I'm not fuckin' butch! Look, long hair, I got the twins, what you saying? Anyway, you can talk. Have you looked in the mirror lately? Dis, you got some serious butch vibes go on with you! Cordy probably prefers them a bit softer.'
 
'What? I don't like Cordy, she's too, actressy. I don't even know her.'
 
Yeah, repeat it enough times and you might start believing it.
She's so easy to rile up, sometimes, especially over girls.
Look at that face, she's into Queen C!
Got you now, Dis.
 
'Actressy? You think, wow, what with her being an actress and all, that's pretty handy. You were trying to ring her earlier. You're jonessing after Queen C! She'll chew you up and spit you out. You're no way bad ass enough to deal with her!'
 
I see her face fall abit and she lights another smoke up.
You went and said the wrong thing again, Faith.
What is it with me and having the ability to grab hold of the one thing that makes people sad?
Not a talent I want to brag about, that's for sure.
 
'I like to look at pretty things, Faith, and she's a whole heap of pretty and more. Anyway, enough of Cordelia, she's there, I'm here, blah, blah. You want me to drop you at your chicks place?'
 
Chick?
Like Buffy's some little, fluffy, cute thing.
Ok, I can see how that works.
 
'What seeing as we're ten miles out of town, I'd appreciate that, Dis. Don't think I'm letting up with this Cordelia thing either.'
 
'Whatever.'
 
Whatever my ass.
I'll get it all out of her later on, but for now, I gotta get Buffy focused.
Because I've got some severe apologising to do.
 
Talk about story of my life!