Disclaimers: Joss owns them,
not me. I make no claims at all.
Authors Comments: Just when
you thought it was all over.
Archive: You want it? Take
it, BUT you have to archive the other 100 parts. *smile*
Spin off: In good old BTVS
tradition, Dis will be getting her own 'show', sometime soon.
Title: Dido owns it, not me.
I make no claims.
Faith's POV
Slayers Do Total
Recall XXIV - I Wonder, How Am I Still Here?
She doesn't say a word, not a thing as she
gets up, grabs her jacket and walks towards the door.
And I'm letting her go.
I'm letting her go 'cause I'm scared.
I'm sick of being scared.
'Wait, B. Wait!'
But she doesn't stop, she leaves and slowly,
gently, shuts the door.
No slamming, no big exit, nothing.
I'm still standing in the middle of my fuckin'
room, planted to the floor like an idiot.
You have to talk to her, Faith, or she's going
to get the wrong idea!
But I can't.
I couldn't really talk to her about the other
stuff, either.
Wouldn't come out of my mouth.
Dis; no problem, we're tighter than ever.
But B?
I couldn't.
I couldn't let her see me like that.
Why'd you tell her to leave, Faith?
Man, you are the biggest pile of shit on this
screwed up planet!
She probably thinks you're a major asshole
now.
Jeez, retard!
Buffy's POV
'I thought you were staying round Faith's?'
I don't even answer Dawn.
I push past her, close my door, flip the lock,
and sit down on my bed.
See, you were all with the; oh, she wants to
get with the physical again.
And she was all; I can't even hang out with
you sometimes.
All because she touched you once on
the beach.
Big woo.
One touch.
Thing is, it's one touch more than she has
for weeks, no, longer, months!
My cellphone starts ringing, and I don't want
to answer it, but the message service keeps deleting people's calls.
I pick it up and it's... Faith.
So, I put it back down again.
I'm not speaking to her.
It's not that I don't want to, 'cause I do,
just... what if she says... I don't know, something bad.
Then I'll be all upset.
Hello?
I'm already all upset.
Answer the phone!
'Hello?'
'Hey.'
'What?'
No, don't say "what?" all aggressive.
Deep breath.
Good.
'Don't get all shitty with me, I...'
'Shitty with you? You virtually threw
me out! Sorry, should I be happy? I don't know what's happening if you don't
talk to me, and you won't talk to me, Faith!'
Then there's silence.
It stretches forever.
'I'll speak to you some other time then. I'm
not going to fry my brain on this thing, if you're not even going to talk
to me!'
I hang up, and turn the power off.
I don't want to speak to her.
Not tonight.
My fingers start playing with the ring she
bought me for Christmas.
I look down at it, then slowly pull it off.
It comes off easier than I thought it would;
not a good sign.
Pulling open the drawer, I put it back in it's
box, taking one last look before I close it's little lid.
Together forever?
Maybe.
But not the way I want it to be.
I don't think it'll ever be the way
I want it to be.