Disclaimers: Joss owns them, not me. No harm intended.
Spoilers: Yikes! There are some. They relate to the past Slayers, nothing major though.
Rating: Oh, I don't know. There's always swearing in my stuff. Nothing else all that bad though.
Comments: I am being forced on by a pal who wants to read lots of these tomorrow. Blame her if they're all crap... *sings* Under pressure!
 
Faith's POV
 

Slayers Do Vegas XII - When Carrying a Flaming Torch, Please Wear Oven Gloves
 

'Hey! Leave my waffles alone!'
 
'That's what all the girls say to me, B.'
She laughs and nearly chokes on the milkshake that she was sucking up.
 
'Smooth B, now I know why I lust after ya, 'cause of your table manners!'
 
Shit, pray she takes that as a joke, you moron, Faith!
 
'Ha ha, NOT! You said you'd shout me breakfast and you end up stealing most of it! How am I ever going to grow up all healthy and strong,with you eating all my food?'
 
'B? You gotta be quick around me, I am the Chosen One after all. What with you over acting your death and that other one getting sliced and diced.'
 
Wait for it!
 
'I DID NOT OVER ACT MY DEATH! I died! Ok, only dead for about 10 seconds, but I was officially dead.'
 
'Hey pouty, just kidding! Have I put you off your food yet, B? That pancake's getting cold.'
 
'No you haven't! Leave my food alone!'
 
I watch as she moves her plate away from mine, shielding it with her arm.
She's smiling though, always a good sign.
 
'God, Faith, we are so going to the 'all you can stuff down your throat buffet' tomorrow.'
 
'You haven't got any money, B. I'm going to the 'all I can stuff down my throat buffet' tomorrow.'
 
'You'd let me starve?'
 
'I said there was an alternative, B. Your choice!'
 
She slaps my arm and sits back, finishing off her milkshake.
 
We've slipped back into old ways after last night.
Something familiar, steadying.
We haven't really talked about what happened.
I don't think I want to.
Her face and neck ain't looking too bad, Slayer healing and all.
Maybe we can pretend it didn't happen?
I mean, like, I didn't want to hurt her and all, but I just flipped.
Me and my stupid temper!
 
'What are we going to do today then? Ooo! I know! There's a Star Trek, um, thingy at the Hilton!'
 
'Star Trek? I hate those sci-fi fantasy things. Hey, they could do a Slayer one!'
That'd be a crock of shit!
 
'Buffy The Vampire Slayer? Hey, I like the sound of that! I could be in it, and Spike, and you could be in there, somewhere in the background. As a spare, in case people fondle my lookie likey too much!'
 
I bust up laughing.
Can't help it.
It just sounds so stupid!
 
Hang on?
 
'Hey! I'm the Slayer! You're the stand in, babe. Faith The Vampire Slayer. Yeah! They could put me in some nice black leathers so I'd spook all the kids!'
 
We sit there laughing for a while, then this uncomfortable silence sort of descends on us.
She's thinking about last night, I just know it.
 
'We're ok, aren't we, Faith? You know, after... well, last night. I don't want things to be weird between us. I'm sorry for... you know. And it doesn't matter about this.'
She points to her face and throat.
 
Sure, B!
We're cool!
You read my diary, then I flipped out and almost strangled you.
Then when I dreamt about you, I woke up and punched you in the face!
Shit!
Just let it go, Faith.
Let it go!
I take a deep breath and nod.
 
'We're cool, B. I'm sorry for your face and all. We'll just, I don't know, pretend like yesterday never happened, 'k?'
 
'So can I have that quarter back that you took out of my pocket, there's a slot over there that plays 'Thriller' when the reels go round!'
 
'Only if I can have your pancake!'
 
'Deal!'
 
Hey, maybe things are gonna be ok.
 
Maybe.