Disclaimers: Joss owns them not me, I make no claim to Buffy/Faith/Dawn. I do own Discord, she's mine.
Title: Chimaira own the song, not me. It's pretty dark, but poetic stuff.
Date Stamp: Miss K, aka Kitty wrote this 21.12.01
Comments: You know, I wanted this to be an uncomplicated fic, talk about fail on a mammoth scale!
 
Faith's POV
 
Slayers Do Christmas XVIII - Painting The White To Grey
 
'What do you mean you have to go away? Where you going and when are you coming back? Cut the crap, Dis, I'm not five. I'm a fuckin' Slayer, I've seen more than my fair share of shit over the years. Spill!'
 
She pulls a big briefcase out of the trunk and puts it down in front of me.
 
'I can't explain. No, I won't explain. Listen to me, I have to work something out. Take this case and if you don't hear from me tonight assume something went wrong and open it. It'll tell you everything.'
 
What the fuck's going on?
She won't look at me in the eye.
Why won't she look me in the eye?
 
'Dis, you're freaking me out, tell me what's going on?'
 
'I need some time to think about work stuff. Remember, if you don't hear from me tonight then open the case. Get back to your chick, she'll be missing you.'
 
What?
I don't understand what's going on.
She looks freaked, like really freaked.
I've never seen her this way before.
She's always so calm and controlled.
 
'No, I'm not going anywhere and I'm not taking your fucking case until you tell me what's going on!'
 
'Jeez, stubborn to the core aren't you? I got a new assignment from work. I need to make some plans and sort the equipment out. I need time to do that. You want me to unload my stock in your living room? No, didn't think so. I need room to train anyway, my muscles are getting stiff. I've got a place a hundred miles from here anyway.'
 
'You're coming back, right, or you gotta do this job now?'
 
'I'll be back soon, before Christmas day. When is that?'
 
'Tomorrow's Christmas Eve.'
 
'Shit. I need to haul ass, I'll catch you later. Go see to your honey, Faith. I'll be back.'
 
'You sound like the Terminator!'
 
She stares at me for a moment, then gets in the car and wheel spins off.
 
Fuck if that wasn't the freakiest five minutes!
Well, I can't do anything here, so I s'pose it's back to Buffy-ville.
I pick the case up and almost drop it 'cause it's so heavy.
Jeezus!
What the crap is in this thing?
Christmas bricks for the whole family?
 
Buffy's POV
 
'You can't stay in there forever, Dawn! I'm getting my clothes back, one way or another!'
 
I'll sit out in the hall all night if I have to, I will!
Nothing is making me move.
 
'Hey, B, sorry about that. Dis is checking out for work, just needed to let me know. You wanna come back to mine. We got the place to ourselves, we can spar in peace.'
 
I'm moved!
I get up and run into my room, throwing over night things in my bag.
I'm finished in less that a minute.
 
'Dawn? Tell mom I'm staying round Faith's tonight. I'll be back tomorrow, and I'll get you then.'
 
She pokes her head out of her room, all of a sudden.
 
'Bye Faith! You're coming round for Christmas dinner aren't you? I asked mom and she was expecting you and Dis anyway. I know Buffy hasn't asked you, but that's because manners skipped a generation. Please come, don't leave me with her all day!'
 
She points her finger at me and Faith grabs my arm as I dive to try and get hold of it.
You don't want to see what I can do with fingers attached to bad people!
 
'What? I, um, I hadn't thought about it. Me and Dis were just going to kick back, eat chips and dips and sit in front of the Playstation all day.'
 
I stand in-between Faith and Dawn, just to annoy the brat.
 
'You have to come. I was going to ask you, just I hadn't got round to it. Please, I'll go insane if I have to sit round the table with that kid!'
 
'Hi, my name's Buffy, I'm a vampire Slayer. I was voted Miss Maturity for two whole minutes running!'
 
'Dawn! Shut up, I'm trying to talk to my friend, Faith. You and Dis are coming, yeah? Mom's already bought the turkey and ham, and we have chicken and, some other piece of dead animal flesh. We so can't eat all of that. I mean Dawn could eat half of it, she has to keep her weight up and all.'
 
'I'm not fat!'
 
'That why you stretch all of my clothes? It's why I don't like you borrowing them.'
 
'I never wear your clothes, they're gross. I stretch them out over my chair. Makes my day complete knowing you won't wear them again and maybe you'll go shopping with Faith and get some style!'
 
With that she slams her door and I grab my bag, and pull Faith down the stairs.
I'm going to have to kill her one day.
Or give her away to scientists that discover cures for people who have really bad mental disorders.
They'd love Dawn.
Talk about not like any of the rest of us.
I'm sticking with my 'adopted from mentally, disturbed thieves,' theory.
 
'You got some bed things in there, B?'
 
Bed things?
I look inside my bag.
 
'I've got my pj's.'
 
'Save the space and leave them here, you're not going to need them.'
 
I pick them up and leave them on the sofa.
 
Yay me!
 
Looks like I'm going to be getting some Christmas cheer of my own tonight.