Disclaimers: Joss holds all the aces. He owns them. I've no picture cards and a load of un-matching suits. Damn. No harm intended.
 
Comments: Well I WAS planning on a happy fic, but I got side-tracked by a 'domestic' with my partner in slime, M. So you have to have something that is pointless and drab. Sorry!
 
Dedications: To M, ScorpioSupreme. Also to my work colleagues today; we had the best time leaving messages with reception for Isaac Hunt. Keep saying it out loud... Yup, see, childish! Woo!
 
Title: It's the first line of a great song by 'Anyone'. I don't own it!
 
Faith's POV
 
Slayers Do Vegas XVIII - I'm the Faith in Creation, so Take a Drag on Elation
 
 
As I wake up I stretch over to where I expect B to be laying.
But she isn't there.
 
Huh?
 
I open my eyes and prop myself up on my elbows.
 
What's going on now?
I look round the room; empty.
Shit!
 
Though after last night, it's probably better this way.
Yeah Faith, good one.
Almost getting caught kissing her, you major league idiot!
I don't know how long I stayed awake, just holding onto her.
Jeez, felt like hours.
Actually by the feeling of my head it probably was hours.
Like fuckin' torture.
Being that close and having to be good.
 
What is going on?
I mean, I came here to try and move on and look at me.
Stealing kisses and pining, all over again.
I just act like a complete moron, going after something I'll never have.
 
I can't do this much longer.
Something's gotta give, you know?
I feel my hands clutch at the sheets.
Fuck it.
I need to move on.
 
Just move on, Faith!
 
I've never stuck to anything in my life.
Want, take, have.
Never thought of the consequences.
Until now.
 
God, when did I grow up?
And why didn't anyone send me a reminder?
 
My head snaps over to the door as it opens with a bang.
 
Shit, I gotta laugh.
B's carrying 2 huge bags of goodies form Macky D's
 
'Faith? HELP!'
 
I jump up and run over to her, just in time as the milkshakes she's balancing start to topple.
 
'Woah! Got 'em! No sweat, B, you'll make someone a good wife one day. You got this breakfast in bed thing sorted. Hold up, you haven't got any money?! B?'
 
'I found some, next to where you threw your leathers. Just lying on the floor. It was all lonely and kept shouting out 'Buffy? Spend us! Please?' And I'm sick of listening to the voices in my head so I did. And look! I got food!'
 
I just stand there, looking at her.
I have a laugh waiting to jump out of my throat, but for now I'll stare her down.
Just to show her she's been bad.
Jeez, B being bad ain't a patch on me.
 
She looks at me and then pouts.
Shit, don't pout!
Don't crumble, Faith.
 
'Fine then, I'll take it all back!'
 
She makes a move to back out the door.
 
I move the straw up to my mouth and flick my tongue out over it.
 
'Nah-uh, look... I've licked the straw now!'
 
'God, Faith, you're gross!'
 
We sit down and I plow my way through 2 breakfasts, a huge milkshake and a couple of donuts.
We chat as we eat, nothing deep though.
Seems like daylight stops meaningful conversations for us.
 
'Whatcha wanna do today, B? I mean, are there any turtles or Safari animals you wanna see? Or maybe some shitty TV programme has some show we can go and ruin?
 
'We've done Buffy stuff already. What do you want to do?'
 
'Me? Never thought about it. Dunno, give me a minute.'
 
Then I realise I've been so caught up with B & what she wants to do that I haven't thought of much else.
 
And I think that's my moment.
You know when you get ones that you look back on and think 'Yeah, that was when I decided.'
Well, this is mine.
The moment I decided to get over here, like really decided.
 
Faith Knight is going to get over Buffy Summers.
 
Then I feel her fingers on my chin, wiping away a drop of milkshake.
 
'Messy!'
 
Ok; tomorrow.
I'm gonna get over Buffy Summers tomorrow.