Disclaimers: Joss owns Buffy
and Faith, not me. I make no claims.
Me: I own all Heaven and Hell
characters contained in this fic.
Title: Dido owns 'Hunter'.
Very visual song.
Spin Off: There will be a
Dis, Lucy, Elle and clan spin off. This will deal with the judgement of Faith's
attacker. It's in the pipeline.
Buffy's POV
Slayers Do Total
Recall XX - One Long Pause, Then You Begin
'Get off me, Faith! I mean it! My sisters a
Slayer, she'll kick your ass!'
'What am I, a stuffed bunny? I can kick your
sisters... '
I watch as Dawn tackles Faith, sending them
both sprawling back into the sand.
They're like kids!
Oh, well one of them is a kid, but...
Hey!
'No one kicks my ass, Knight!'
She smiles over at me, as Dawn starts to bury
her in the sand.
I put my sunglasses on and watch
them being all silly.
It makes me happy to see her like this again;
happy and like her old self.
Well, maybe not 100% her old self, but she's
getting there, she is.
We're down to nightmares once a week,
instead of two or three times a night.
And it's not good, but it's better.
Anything's better than how it was all those
months ago.
Maybe I should thank God?
See, me thinking she wasn't helping, when all
the time she had been.
Well, her and Lucy.
That's a head trip; the Devil helping.
Wow, I so don't want to go to church
again.
I'd have to stand up and tell them all the
Devil's sort of ok, ish.
Then I'd look like a Satanist.
Wait up, I don't go to church!
Oh, well, if I did... oh, never mind.
I've got to laugh at the pair of them!
Dawn's buried Faith's legs, under the sand
and planted a little flag where her knees are.
She comes running over to me, all out of breath.
'Where are the fizzies? I'm thirsty.'
'In the car. Get one for Faith and me too.
Check on Dis, she's been gone forever.'
Then she's off, sprinting over to the car.
S'pose I should check on the buried Slayer.
'Hey you. You know there are flesh eating worms
in the sand, don't you?'
With that she kicks her legs out, and flips
herself up.
'Jeez, freak me the fuck out, why dontcha?!'
'Dawn's gone to get some fizzies and check
on Dis.'
'Cool, I think I inhaled some sand back there.
Sheesh.'
We lie down on the towel, and she looks nervous
all of a sudden.
'What's going on in that head of yours, Knight?'
'You want to come round tonight, to... maybe
I could make you dinner and we could, you know, watch a movie and; stuff?'
'Make me dinner?'
'Well, open the pizza box and serve it, yeah?
You could, stay if you wanted to. If you wanted to?'
She's playing with the sand on the towel, all
fidgety.
Is she asking what I think she's asking?
Ok, no high hopes, or even naughty ones.
'Sure. I'll tell mom when we drop Dawn off
later. You need me to bring anything?'
Her hand moves to my stomach and strokes it,
gently.
Hundreds of butterflies start flapping, all
over my skin.
Wow, ok, it's been too long since she touched
me, but still... no high hopes!
'Just yourself. I'll do the rest.'
Faith's POV
Shit, what goes with pizza?
No, what goes with pizza that I can
make?
Salad!
I got salad stuff, I think, yeah, yeah.
Safe!
Do I put stuff on the salad?
Man, this cooking stuff sucks.
This is what Pizza Hut was made for, people
like me who haven't got a clue!
A flash in the other room, makes me whirl round.
What do they want now?!
The kitchen door opens and in walks; Lucy.
Crap.
'Faithy, hello. Thought I'd stop by and see
how you were doing. Don't look at me like that! Oh, alright, I'm dodging the
IT people. We're going with Linux, and the forms to sign are horrendous. So.
Oh, you have dinner planned!'
'Fuck off. Stop reading my thoughts too!'
'No. Why are you nervous? Oh! You're going
to try to jump Summers tonight? Oh, you naughty tiger. How long's
it been? That long? Have you two healed over and become virgins again?!
I've got to say, virgins are the best to deflower, the nights...'
That's it!
'Get lost before I kick your ass,
Lucy.'
'You know, if I was wearing panties you'd have
them all moist with your threats, Faith. But I'm not, so...'
She jumps up on the counter and slowly crosses
her legs, right next to me.
'... guess that's moot. Point the big knife
the other way please. Tableware makes my teeth grate. Nasty incident back
in the eighteen hundreds with a huge ladle. Don't ask. So, do you remember
what to do, or should I lend you my years of experience?'
Man, she's... you're doing my head in, quit
or I'll find my ladle and...
'Ok, no harm no foul. And; breathe. There.
See? Easy as seducing your own girlfriend. Or not as the case maybe.'
'Aren't you getting any? Is that what this
is all about, Lucy? And I'm not seducing my girl. I... we... shut the fuck
up and get out of my kitchen!'
'Kitchen in the loosest sense of the word,
Faith. I think you need to use it to be classed as one of those.
Storing empty take out boxes does not a kitchen make. So, back to the seduction.
Tell me about it. Come on, baste me, Faith. Get my juices flowing.'
'I'm not telling you my business. End of.'
'I can read your mind. I can tell you
if you want?'
'Crap. Give me a break will you? Just 'cause
you threw a bit of help my way doesn't mean I owe you! I've said thanks. Get
lost.'
'Faith, you make my body tingle with that mouth
of yours. I can imagine what it'd be like if...'
'Don't! Go there!'
'I'm playing with you, Faithy-pie. I'm the
Devil, I've got a rep to keep. I'm going to go and annoy blondie now. Don't
worry. I won't spill your seduction plan. Your secrets safe.'
She leans over and licks her lips, inches away
from mine.
Jeezus.
'Oh, you reminded me, he owes me a hundred
bucks and a new pair of Angel wings. He always looses at poker so terribly.
What can I say? He fried his brain on acid during the sixties. What a generation
that was. Sex, drugs and acoustic guitars. Well, we live in hope
that some day it'll return. Ta, ta, sweety.'
I squeeze my eyes shut as she flames out of
my kitchen.
Man, she burnt my worktop, again!
Fuckin' Devil.
Get back to it, Faith.
B will be here in an hour and you've got nothing
ready!
Ok, stay calm.
Just... be cool and...
But I'm not cool, I'm nervous.
I'm nervous about trying to seduce
my own girl!