Disclaimers: Joss and his
Mutants own them, not me. I make no claims. They rule.
Title: No Doubt own the line,
not me. It's from 'Too late' on 'Return of Saturn'. This is about the eighth
line I've used from that song. Download it if you can.
Dedications: Again, to those
two people who are still reading this, one of them probably M, thank you.
Faith's POV
Slayers Do Total
Recall II - I Peek In To See Beauty Trapped
Need to get up.
Automatic, walk to the bathroom.
My legs feel weird.
I turn the taps on and hold my hands under
them.
Cold, feels nice.
I splash my face with water and see myself
in the mirror.
My fingers touch the glass, feeling me, but
not.
Doesn't look like me.
Then there's two of me.
I don't have hair like that.
'Faith?'
Buffy's POV
'Faith?'
Don't freak her out.
I feel need to get Dis, but I don't want to
shout or make any sudden movements.
She's up though, look, she got up, all by herself.
That's a good sign, I don't need anyone giving
me a stupid second opinion, I know it's good.
She's still looking at me, in the mirror, tracing
her fingers over my reflection, my face, leaving wet marks on the glass.
'Hey, Faith, do you want anything? A drink,
are you thirsty?'
'Drink please.'
See!
She said something, ok, small acorns from...
shut up and get her a drink.
Still, she's not right, she said please.
'Ok, you, um, stay here, or go back in the
bedroom, yeah. I'll be right back.'
I run out into the front room, and
see Dis, with her head in her hands, the ashtray over flowing.
'Dis, she's awake, like, walking and talking,
and she wants a drink! Ok, she does have drinks, right? She didn't
go shopping. Can you get her a drink, I don't want to leave her too long.'
Thank God Dis is here with me.
Yeah, thank God.
Maybe.
Faith's POV
Now she's not there, just me.
See, she was there before, and now she's gone.
Just one of me.
That's me, Faith, right?
I don't look like me.
I look ill.
Buffy's POV
She hasn't moved, still got her fingers on
the glass, looking at herself.
Then she speaks, again, and I almost start
dancing!
Ok, maybe not dancing, but almost dancing,
maybe jigging, or foot tapping, don't want to freak her out.
'I look ill.'
Still all concerned about her looks, she's
getting better!
'You've... you've had a shock, that's
all Faith. You do know who I am, right?'
'You're me, only not, see your hairs different.'
I feel my jaw clench at what she just said.
Ok, well, we can, we can deal with this, maybe
she needs to rest some more.
All sleep and no play makes... me start
babbling!
I'm nervous, that's all.
It's all, it's all freaking me out, but I shouldn't
be, I mean, it's only Faith, just Faith who doesn't know who I am.
Faith who thinks I'm her.
It's only Faith.
Then she moves her hand to my face, I can feel
it start to shake as she touches me, her voice comes out low and tiny.
'You're real.'
And she starts crying, almost falling into
me, into my arms.
But I'm here, I'm strong I'm Buffy.
'It's ok, Faith, it's ok, I'm here for you.
You're ok now.'
Then, as her heads buried in my shoulder, when
I think nothing more could make me feel sadder than I do, she whispers to
me.
'I can't wake up, help me.'
And I feel the last tiny bit of my
heart shattering for her.