Disclaimers: Joss owns them, not me. I make no claims to the characters in this fic.
Comments: Evil Kitty, strikes again!
Date Stamp: Miss K, aka Kitty wrote this 15.12.01
 
Faith's POV
 
Slayers Do Christmas III - Återuppståndelse
 
 
I should've put more in the card, I know I should've!
 
Ok, knock.
No, don't knock, she'll freak!
You're here now; KNOCK!
 
There.
She's not in, I'll go.
Fuckin' Hell, Faith, give it more than two seconds!
 
Breathe and stay calm.
If she wants to slap you one, then let her.
Just, be cool.
 
The door opens and I can't help but smile, she looks...
FUCK!
'Jeez, B. Nothing says thank you for flowers, more than a backhand across the face!'
 
Yeah, so much for cool, Faith, you cretin.
 
'You... you...! Argh! Go away, Faith!'
 
She slams the door, hard.
 
Ok, so that went, you know, better than expected.
I'm not lying in a pool of my own blood, so, yeah, she's warming to me.
 
I knock again and the door swings open in a second.
Was she waiting behind it or...
I get a facefull of mashed up flowers and the door slammed again.
 
'B? Should I have got you roses instead?'
 
Hey, best that the flowers took a beatin' instead of me.
What do I do now?
What would someone who's romantic do?
Probably not have got themselves in this in the first place, that's for sure.
Remember what Dis said 'Don't be negative and don't come back 'til you sort things out!'
Jeez, I'm gonna be sleeping out on her porch at this rate.
 
I knock again and wait.
 
And wait.
 
And wait.
 
So I knock again, and again and again and again and again.
Hey, got a bit of a rhythm going here.
My feet start tapping along to the beat, but the door suddenly swings open, almost taking my hand with it!
 
'Yes?'
 
Huh?
Ok, keep on your toes in case she swings one at you, Faith.
 
'Hey.'
 
Hey?
You've had two months to think, and all you got is 'hey'?
I'm a lost cause, really.
 
'What do you want? I'm busy, Faith.'
 
She's doing that drumming fingers thing she does when she's really pissed.
Don't smile or she'll rip your head off!
 
'I wanted to come round and say hi. Tell you I'm back from LA, shit, I don't know. I missed you and all, B.'
 
'Oh, ok. Thanks.'
 
The door slams again.
I lean against the door jam and knock again.
Shit, this is gonna be a long night.
 
The door opens again, not so violently this time.
Don't think the hinges have got much life left in them after all this.
 
'Faith, I'm really busy!'
 
'You need any help?'
 
'No, but if I did I'd call one of my friends and ask them to come over. Now go away before I call the police.'
 
She slams the door, again.
Yeah, she's warming to me, I can feel it.
 
I knock and the door opens before I even get my fist down on it a second time.
 
'FAITH! WHAT?!'
 
'You missed me then?'
 
I close my eyes as she screams my name out.
 
'FAITH!!! Go away!'
 
Ouch, major decibels, there.
I open them again; the door hasn't shut, but she looks seriously pissed.
 
'You look nice, B.'
 
She does, she always does.
 
'Faith? I'm in my sweats, they've got paint all over them and they're not ironed. It's impossible for me to look nice in clothes that a tramp wouldn't wear. Look, I'm really busy, for the hundredth time, what do you want?'
 
What do I want?
YOU!
Yeah, don't say that though, she'll beat your sorry ass into the sidewalk.
Think of something!
Quickly, Faith!
 
'Can I have a glass of water?'
 
Oh My God?!
You just need to shut the fuck up Faith, like, what the Hell was that?!
 
I stare at her and she closes her eyes, shakes her head, and I see a little smile try and get onto her face.
Hey, I'll take looking like a moron if it gets that response.
 
'A glass of water? You came over here for a glass of water? Faith, you have taps in your apartment.'
 
'I know, but it always tastes nicer over here. I'm kinda dry, B. You want to get me wet? I mean, the water thing, drinking water. Please don't throw a glass over me. I just did my make-up.'
 
Don't start with the sex talk, Faith.
Even I know this isn't the time or place for it.
She looks at me, and I swear I can hear the argument going on in her head.
Probably babbling away at herself at the speed of Buffy.
 
'Ok, one glass of water, then you have to go, ok?'
 
'I'm not real thirsty so one will be fine, thank you.'
 
I think Giles has taken over my mouth!
I follow her to the kitchen and see flower heads all over the floor.
 
'You kept the important bits then, I mean, sure, throw the stems, they're just green and crappy. This way you don't have to put them in water, just, you know, a big bowl.'
 
She glares at me and I shut up and take the glass of water.
She's looking at me, tapping her fingers on the worktop, and I can't help smiling.
 
'B, I can't drink if you're gonna watch me. It's private, give me some space will you!'
 
She rolls her eyes and turns her back on me, but those fingers are still tapping away.
If I knew Morse code, I bet there'd be about a hundred swear words in that 'tune'.
 
I just stand there.
What do I do?
 
She turns back after a while and throws her hands up.
 
'Faith, I thought you said you were thirsty?'
 
'I'm under pressure B. You're making me nervous with all the tapping, it's putting me off.'
 
There's an almost smile again.
I got her on the ropes now.
 
'It's water, just drink it and go.'
 
'See, now I don't want it. You've spoilt the experience. Too much pressure, B.'
 
'Faith, I'm doing Christmas wrapping and I have to finish before mom and Dawnie get back.'
 
'I know how to make bow out of ribbon.'
 
Seriously, I do.
Don't ask me where the Hell I learnt it, but I did.
 
'You know how to tie ribbon? Drink your water, Faith, just... argh, drink it!'
 
'No, I'm not shittin' you. I know how to make those nice, neat, little bows, I can get the ends all twirly to. Utilise me while I'm here, B. Look, it'll give me a chance to relax, so I can drink my water. What do you say?'
 
Silence.
Better than her shoving me out the door.
 
'Ok, but you're not allowed to say anything to me. You're only here to tie the ribbon, ok?'
 
I nod and pretend to lock my mouth with a key.
I lift her hand up and open her clenched fist gently, putting the pretend key in her palm and slowly closing it back again.
 
She rolls her eyes and I follow her upstairs.
 
Round one to Faith.
 
Only another eleven to go.