Disclaimers: Joss and Mutant own them, not me. I make no claims. No harm, no foul
Comments: Rooftops again. I do not run in line with BTVS. I just happen to really like roofs.
Title: It's a line of a Prodigy song that I am listening to.
Authors Comments: Ok, this maybe slightly, *thinks* violent and dark, but I hope to take it to 50 parts, *sound of everyone in room fainting*  I want all the bases covered! You'll be getting songfic ones soon! Guys? Hey, wake up!
Rating: I'd say NC-17. There are so many 'Fucks' in this I am thinking of breeding them and making them into jackets for rich people.
 
DATE STAMP: In case of Velcro hands, this fic was written by Miss K [aka Kitty] on the 24th November 2001.
 

Slayers Do Vegas XXIII - The Voodoo; 'Who-Do-What-You-Don't-Dare-To' People
 

I don't know why you're so fucked off, Faith?
She's right!
I mean, fuck it... you got caught with your pants down, baby.
 
How am I ever going to look her in the god damn eye now?
Now she knows what a perv you are!
Great, you royally screwed everything up now.
MORON!
 
I look round at the door I just kicked in to get up on the roof.
What is it about me and rooftops?
I walk over to the edge, it's all caged in with thick steel wire.
Guess they want to make sure no-one throws themselves off.
Like it was easy enough to get up here in the first place!
 
I press my head against the cold metal.
Shit.
What am I gonna do now?
All my stuffs in the room, so I've gotta go back there sometime.
FUCK!
 
Maybe I can just pretend it wasn't what she thought?
Yeah, maybe if you hadn't tried to turn her on with a massage, that would've worked.
 
I can feel the sting of tears in my eyes.
I look up at the sky to try and stop them flooding out.
Don't start crying!
Please!
 
I just need to figure out what to do.
THINK!
 
Right, Faith, you've got two choices.
A/ Go back to the room and admit that you... like her and that you're sorry you pushed it over the limits.
B/ Go back to the room and tell her she pissed you off by accusing you of being a total perving dyke.
 
Well giving it 10 seconds thought, I'm going with Option B.
 
I suck in some cool night air and wipe away the slight moisture at my eyes.
 
Ok, big girl, come on, let's see you lie your ass out of this one!
 
.............................
 
I open the door to the room and find it's empty.
So much for Option B, kind of only works if she's in the room.
 
I walk over to my bag and start packing my things in it, just in case she throws me out.
Don't want to be all unprepared.
Everything needs to be in reach for a quick getaway.
 
Then the door opens and she walks in.
She doesn't look as pissed as I thought she would.
 
Right; into character, Faith!
Act fucked off!
She called you a perving dyke!
 
BRING IT ON!
 
'Faith? Where have you been? I've been looking everywhere for you?!'
 
'I've been around. Didn't really feel like spending too much time in the same room as someone who thought I was fuckin jonesing after 'em, you know.'
 
'Hold up, let me...'
 
'Let you what? Throw some more shit around about me being queer? Don't know how the hell I heard you say it, what with your head being so far up your own ass!'
 
'Hey, will you just...'
 
'NO! I wont let you 'just' do anything. I heard ya loud and clear, B, just friends. Woah, thanks for letting me know, 'cause I had the ring all picked out and everything.'
 
We've been inching closer and closer with each sentence.
I can see her seethe, deep down in her eyes.
They're as dark as night.
 
'Fuck you, Faith!'
 
'Hey, that's just a come on in my book.'
 
'You've been flirting with me since day one, what is it? Latent tendencies?'
 
'For the record, B, just because I flirt with you don't mean shit. I flirt with anyone. You ain't anything special, believe me!'
 
Then she slaps me, hard!
 
'Look at you, like a proper girl. Giving me a little tickle! Just proves you're not worth my attention.'
 
With that she punches me straight in the face.
SHIT!
I stumble back and fall onto the bed.
 
FUCK YOU, BUFFY SUMMERS!
 
I flip myself up and tackle her, sending us both into the wall.
I grab hold of her shirt and throw her across the room, onto  the same bad I landed on.
And in a second I'm on top of her.
 
'Don't like it now, do ya B? If you can't stand the heat then don't slap a Slayer!'
 
With that she kicks her legs out and unbalances me, but I manage to move my weight back on her in time.
 
'FUCK YOU, FAITH!'
 
She tries again to get out from under me, and I only just manage to hold her again.
I've got her arms out above her head and I'm sitting on her hips, with my legs jammed against her thighs to stop her from bucking me off.
 
'You wouldn't know how to, B. Too prim and proper, bet you've never even kissed a girl, have you?'
 
'Not as many as you, Faith. But then that wouldn't be hard, what with you being an Uber slut!'
 
Oh, Buffy Summers, that was so the wrong thing to say.
I feel a black cloud descend onto me, and I know my temper is brewing again.
 
'Not as many? That mean you have then? Hey, looks like I'm not the only "dyke" in the room then, B. You been slippin' Red the tongue?'
 
'Get the FUCK OFF ME! I'm going to beat you to a god damn pulp when I get...'
 
'When you get what? Out from under me? Who says I'm gonna let you do that, huh? What's wrong B? Look at you squirming, you should know that us dykes love that kind of thing.'
 
I'm no where in control of what I say anymore.
I can't even remember what I originally came back to do.
 
Then, out of nowhere, she snaps her hand out of mine and punches me hard in the chest, sending me flying back into the bedside table.
 
I feel something crack underneath me as everything fades to black.