Disclaimers: Joss owns them,
not me. I make no claim to the characters at all.
Date Stamp: Miss K, aka Kitty
wrote this 16.12.01
Dedications: To all of the
BuffynFaith yaywhore group. Also to the idiot who made putting contact lenses
in so hard, I hope all your toes fall off in your socks.
Faith's POV
Slayers Do Christmas
VI - Solitas
I breathe in the smell of her hair, as I hug
her goodbye.
I don't want to let her go, not now I've got
her.
But then she starts crying and I don't know
what to do.
Shit, it was something I did, I know it was,
it had to be.
'Hey, what's up with the tears, B?'
'Nothing.'
'Doesn't sound like nothing to me. You want
to tell me what just happened?'
'No.'
'Why are you always so stubborn?'
I pull away from her and wipe away her tears,
with my thumbs.
She looks so sad, and I close my eyes and rest
my forehead against hers.
Can feel my hands playing with her hair.
'I'm not stubborn, Faith.'
'You say sounding stubborn! Why you crying?
Come on, tell me, or I wont give you your Christmas present.'
As she speaks, I can feel her warm breath on
my mouth, and I have to stop myself from kissing her.
Don't rush things, Faith.
You have a chance here.
One chance; you'd better make it count.
'I missed you, that's all.'
'I missed you too, B. I even missed hearing
you babble.'
'I knew you liked me doing that. What else
did you miss?'
I feel her hands on the back of my head, one
moving over my neck and the other stroking my hair.
I hold back the shiver that wants to drive
its way down my body.
'I missed being told off for leaving Taco Bell
bags all over the place.'
She moves, so her lips are brushing mine.
Sends a tingle right through me when she speaks.
'What else, Faith?
Buffy Summers, you're bad.
'This.'
As I start to move my lips to hers, a noise
downstairs stops me.
'Buffy, we're home! Can you help Dawn bring
everything in, honey?'
B, flies off me, and I grab hold of
the door to stop from falling over.
FUCKIN' HELL, Mrs. S, you have the shittiest
timing!
'Be right there, mom! Faith, I have
to... my mom needs me to. Help, my mom needs me to help.'
Then she's gone, and I'm left standing in her
room, wishing I could tip that glass of cold water down my pants.
I walk down stairs and before I've even got
a chance to say hi I get covered in Dawnie.
'FAITH! Faith Faith Faith!'
'You glad to see me then?'
She squeezes me real hard, must've got a good
handful of Buffy genes.
Then she runs over to her bag, pulls out a
big parcel, and starts waving it around.
'I can give you your present now you're here,
well not now because it's not Christmas day. Buffy wouldn't
tell us when you'd be back.'
B walks past her and fires off one of her patented
glares.
'Bite me, Dawn!'
'MOM! Buffy told me to...'
I lean back against the wall and watch B clamp
her hand down over Dawn's mouth.
Then Dawn jabs B in the ribs and they end up
on the floor, scrapping with each other.
Jeez, a Slayers work's never done.
'B? Don't hurt her!'
Ok, if those were real daggers in that look
I just got, I'd be pushing up Daisies.
'Get off me! MOM!! Buffy's hurting me!'
'Shut up, squirt.'
Buffy gets off her and pulls her up off the
floor.
Glad I've got limited family.
'Hey Mrs S.'
'Hello, Faith. Girls?! I can hear you all the
way outside. The neighbours will be reporting us to social services. Leave
your sister alone, Buffy.'
'Me? ME! This is so unfair!'
B storms into the kitchen and starts slamming
stuff down.
'Buffy told me you were staying in LA, something
about rehab. I didn't realise you had a problem, Faith. I hope they helped
you.'
WHAT THE FUCK?!
'Rehab? I wasn't in rehab, Mrs S, I was kicking
back with Cordy and Angel. She said I was in...? B!'
B comes out of the kitchen, covered in powdered
sugar, as she stuffs a donut in her mouth.
'What?'
'Buffy, I thought you said Faith was in LA
for rehab? I'm sure that's what you said. I'm sorry if I got it all wrong,
Faith.'
I watch as B's eyes go all wide and she starts
choking.
Yeah, you better choke, 'cause if you don't
then I'm gonna kill you!
'Rehab? Um, no, I said she was in LA... to
help with a prefab. You know, house building. Not rehab
mom, prefab, prefab! I'm just going back in the kitchen to, um, do
kitchen things.'
Yeah, you run, girl, 'cause Faith is gonna
make you pay for this.
Buffy Summers, God knows why I love you
so much!