Disclaimers: Joss owns all the BTVS characters. I own the others. I make no claims to his.
Title: No Doubt own the line, not me. They rock, I don't. See how it works?
Authors comments: Wow, what a fucking sick and twisted Religious Ride for the Holidays.
Dedications: To Lisa, get well soon Miss Thing. I'll try and give her a m/c, just for you.
Note: Short, but sweet. Get the buckets ready.
 
Buffy's POV
 
Slayers Do Christmas XLIV - Predisposed Cat Fighter
 
Taken Dawn home, spun mom a huge lie that I'd normally think would send me straight to Hell, but now I so don't care, and I'm back at Faith's, finally!
 
'Is she asleep, Dis?'
 
'Crashed, totally. She's still in her clothes and everything. Thought I'd leave that up to you to sort out.'
 
She does that eyebrow wiggle thing.
I have to get lesson's in that, it's so cool!
 
'I'll go and, um, check on her then. I'll say night to you now, Dis. I'm staying here, you know, to check Faith's ok and everything.'
 
'It ok if I crash out on the sofa, Buffy. I'm zonked.'
 
She looks it.
 
'You're a hero, Discord. You can do whatever you want.'
 
I plant a kiss on her cheek, get her some blankets and finally get to spend some quality time with Faith.
Well, if by quality time you mean, undressing an unconscious Slayer and trying to find hangers to put everything on to.
Buffy, leave the hangers, just get into bed!
 
I slip in, next to Faith and watch her sleeping.
She's all peaceful.
She always is when she's asleep, sort of the only time when she lets her guard down completely.
It's nice to see.
I pull the covers back a bit, and check her arm out.
Yup, healing nicely.
Slayer DNA, gotta love it.
 
'Mmmm, B, zat you?'
 
'No, it's Lucy.'
 
Her eyes spring open and she tries to get up.
Ok, mental note; no jokes about Lucy, or any of that lot!
 
'Sorry, Faith, kidding. It's me, lie back down, 'k?'
 
'Huh? Yeah, cool. Tired, B. Fuckin' arm hurts.'
 
'I know, you'll be better in the morning, close your eyes, that's it.'
 
She tries to move an arm over me, but her eyes fly open as she realises that's not a great idea, what with it being crushed and all.
 
'Fuck it! Move over the other side, B, so I can hold on to you.'
 
She's cute, all sleepy and disorientated.
 
'Ok, there, slide over, that's it. Better?'
 
She moves her good arm over my stomach and nuzzles into my neck, softly.
 
'Mmm, better, yeah. Shit, happy Christmas B, forgot with all the stuff going on. Dawn ok? Did your mom throw a spaz?'
 
'Mom's cool with me staying over, she wants me back in the morning to help control her cooking breakdown. I bribed Dawn to keep her mouth shut, I think she thought it was all fun, anyway. I said I'd get Elle to come pick her up from school one day, to wow her friends. You think she'd do it?'
 
'Yeah, I'll get Dis to ask her, tomorrow. Where is Dis, she here?'
 
'She's crashed on the sofa. Now go to sleep so you're all better for tomorrow!'
 
She smiles, and I feel her body start to relax.
Her breathing steadies and gets deeper.
I put my hand on hers, moving my fingers on it, slowly.
Then her eyes open again.
Will she ever go to sleep?
 
'Forgot something else, sorry, mind's all foggy.'
 
'Ok, this is the last thing you're allowed to say, then sleep. I mean it!'
 
'I love you, Buffy Summers.'
 
With that she kisses my neck, gently, and settles into me.
 
'I love you too, Faith Knight.'
 
Everything that's happened to us over the last few days, just got erased.
 
Five small words, and I've got my perfect moment.
Here, with me and Faith, together.
 
The Chosen Two.