Disclaimers: Joss, Mutant blah blah own
them. Not me, no harm intended.
Timeline: Work with me on this, I don't run with the
show. Faith never went bad, keep repeating that in your head.
Comments: Ok, I'm going to try and get them back on track
for the happy fluffy stuff. Sorry for that detour.
Thanks: To Star, M and TheSpanner. Crack the whip! Jeez.
*smile*
This is Buffy's POV
Slayers Do Vegas
X - MTV Weirdness DeathMatch. Vegas V SunnyHell
Ok, Buffy Summers.
You fucked up, so you better; un-fuck up!
And I would do that by...?
Damn!
You fucked up, so you better; un-fuck up!
And I would do that by...?
Damn!
This is not how I was expecting Vegas to go.
Severe case of 'Death by Slots', over eating and a little LV Vamp. slayage, maybe.
But not me reading Faith's diary and then her virtually removing my throat when she catches me.
Severe case of 'Death by Slots', over eating and a little LV Vamp. slayage, maybe.
But not me reading Faith's diary and then her virtually removing my throat when she catches me.
Ok...
Just... think!
Apology would be good right about now.
Just... think!
Apology would be good right about now.
'Faith?'
I look over to were she's sitting, her heads bowed and she's still smoking.
Is this a smoking room?
God, will the real Buffy Summers please SHUT UP!
This is not the time to be worrying about the smell of smoke hanging to the drapes.
I look over to were she's sitting, her heads bowed and she's still smoking.
Is this a smoking room?
God, will the real Buffy Summers please SHUT UP!
This is not the time to be worrying about the smell of smoke hanging to the drapes.
Ok, she's ignoring me.
Which is better than her trying to remove my windpipe.
Which is better than her trying to remove my windpipe.
You messed up, Buffy Summers.
Real good.
She trusted you and you blew it!
Why did I have to read her diary?
And why didn't I double lock the door.
Real good.
She trusted you and you blew it!
Why did I have to read her diary?
And why didn't I double lock the door.
Right, quit thinking like this.
Get with making things right.
Get with making things right.
I walk over to where she's sitting and kneel
down in front of her.
At least this way she can't walk away until I've finished.
At least this way she can't walk away until I've finished.
'I'm sorry, really. I don't know why I did
it. I... I got worried, you've been acting off with me for a while now. I
just thought... Look, I didn't think, I'm an idiot, and you have every right
to hate me. I really am sorry, not because I got caught, but because I betrayed
your trust.'
She stands up and vaults the arm of the chair.
Ok, so she CAN walk away.
She's still not said anything.
Ok, so she CAN walk away.
She's still not said anything.
'Will you talk to me? Say anything! Shout,
scream, god, even try and strangle me again, just SAY SOMETHING, FAITH!'
She turns her back to me and rests her head
on the glass of the window.
I want to stroke her hair and tell her I'm sorry.
Hold her close and try and convince her I wont ever betray her again.
I want to stroke her hair and tell her I'm sorry.
Hold her close and try and convince her I wont ever betray her again.
Well I think you have to move over to her to
do any of that Buffy!
Feet?
Hello?
You need to move!
Feet?
Hello?
You need to move!
Pull yourself together!
Wow, I sounded like Giles?!
Wow, I sounded like Giles?!
Argh!
Move!
Move!
Finally my feet seem to have reattached themselves
to my legs and we get some movement going.
I stand behind her and rest my chin on her
shoulder, we both stare out of the window.
And then, can I just remind everyone in my head; we're in Las Vegas.
Then, as I'm about to bare my soul, apologise until I can't say sorry anymore, THEN something floats past the window.
And then, can I just remind everyone in my head; we're in Las Vegas.
Then, as I'm about to bare my soul, apologise until I can't say sorry anymore, THEN something floats past the window.
'B? We're on the 23rd floor, right?'
'Uh-huh...'
Is that what I think it is?
Is that what I think it is?
'Um, then why is there an pink elephant floating
past our window?'
I just stare at it.
It's a pink elephant, ok, it's an HUGE inflatable pink elephant.
It's a pink elephant, ok, it's an HUGE inflatable pink elephant.
I walk over to get a better look and press
my head up against the glass, looking down at the ground.
Everyone looks like little ants.
And all the ants seem to be running after a mooring rope that's obviously attached to the same elephant that's in front of our window.
Everyone looks like little ants.
And all the ants seem to be running after a mooring rope that's obviously attached to the same elephant that's in front of our window.
'Wow, and I thought SunnyHell was weird, B.
Vegas rules!'
I laugh, I can't help it.
Someone, somewhere up high is helping me out.
This just dissolved all the tension in the room.
Someone, somewhere up high is helping me out.
This just dissolved all the tension in the room.
Thank you!
'I'm sorry for the throat thing B, just...
you read my diary! Fuck!'
I turn to face her, she's just looking at the
floor, kicking idly at nothing.
'I know, I'm sorry Faith, really. I didn't
read much of it. Your handwriting was too scrawly.'
Just a tiny lie.
Just a tiny lie.
She smiles a little and pokes me in the ribs.
'What... what did you read?'
'What... what did you read?'
Here it is.
Decision time.
The look on her face tells me I should just say it, get everything out in the open.
That maybe something could happen between us.
Decision time.
The look on her face tells me I should just say it, get everything out in the open.
That maybe something could happen between us.
But I don't.
I don't know why, but I just don't.
I don't know why, but I just don't.
'Just some stuff about practise, how you thought
I was the better fighter.'
Ok, please let her have written something like
that!
'Well at least you know now.'
'Yeah, Faith. At least I know.'