Disclaimers: Joss owns them, not me. I make no claim.
Comments: I agreed with Pebblin on this one, had to have more fighting. Sorry guys! Don't panic, next instalment will be happier. Well it has to be!
Title: It's the slogan for the film Dogma! Which rocks, woo!
Rating: Oh, me thinks we should slap a NC-17 on it.
Authors Notes: Oh you guys are SO going to hate me! Listen! Just think of the making up they can do?! Yeah, thought that would chill you all out. Last part until tomorrow. *dodges Sway's slap*
 
DATE STAMP: In case of Velcro hands, this fic was written by Miss K [aka Kitty] on the 24th November 2001
 
Faith's POV
 
Slayers Do Vegas XXIV - It Can Be Hell Getting Into Heaven
 
What the hell...?
Huh?
What happened?
 
I open my eyes and try and sit up, but there's this weight on top of me.
Then I see it's B.
 
'Get the fuck off me!'
 
'Shut up, Faith. Just lie still will you, I'm trying to clean your head up.'
 
I can smell the stuff she's putting on my head now, smells like Pinefresh!
 
'What is that? Toilet cleaner? Christ, just get...'
 
'JUST SHUT UP, FAITH! FOR ONCE WILL YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP!'
 
It looks like B.
It feels like B.
But it sure as hell don't sound like B.
 
I lie on the bed, waiting for her to finish, and trying not to wince as she cleans my head off.
 
'Great, another scar to spoil my good looks, B.'
 
'Be quiet, I'm still mad at you.'
 
'Mad at me? Hold up? Do you see where we're lying about now? Who got slammed into a table? ME! Not you! Who got accused of...well, whatever? ME! Who always gets shitted on from a great height? ME! Hey stop me if you're getting the direction I'm going in, B'
 
'Oh, poor Faith? Well if you didn't fly off the handle at every single thing then maybe you wouldn't  be lying here, and I wouldn't be having to ruin my nails with this pathetic excuse for a first aid kit.'
 
I push her off of me.
 
'I don't need help, leave me the fuck alone!'
 
'Jeezus, Faith! When do you ever shut up long enough to hear anything but the sound of your own voice?'
 
'If it involves listening to you whine on, then never!'
 
Fuck, my head hurts.
Everything starts to spin.
Shit!
 
I stop for a minute and sit back down, as far away from B as I can get.
 
'You ok?'
I hear her from a long way away, like a really crackly phone call that you can't make out properly.
 
I shake my head a little.
Everything comes back into focus.
I move my neck and get a load of clicks.
Makes it feel a bit better, though.
 
'You should lie down, Faith.'
 
'Is that an offer, B? Thought you didn't like girl on girl. Hey, I guess I can make it a quick one.'
 
'You make it impossible to like you sometimes! Do you know that? Why can't you just shut up? For once in your sorry life, just shut up!'
 
She almost had me, but then she had to say that 'sorry life' shit.
My blood starts to pound in my ears and I feel my fists clench.
 
Just breath, Faith!
Breath!
 
I grit my teeth and I can feel my face start to form a snarl.
But then...
 
I EXPLODE!
 
I just fly at her!
At motherfucking, perfect Buffy Summers!
I land two punches before she even has time to drop the kit she's holding in her hand.
 
'Don't you ever bring my life into anything ever again! You hear me? Buffy-Holier-Than-Thou-Summers!'
 
I go to kick her head, but she blocks me easily.
Shit, concentrate Faith!
She goes for a leg sweep and I jump up, and then in mid-air I bring my knee up and it connects with her jaw, throwing her backwards into the wall.
 
'What's matter, B? You started this!'
 
I move towards her, ready to start doing some serious damage.
 
'YOU STARTED THIS, FAITH!'
 
'Well I'll tell you what, B...' I throw a punch at her stomach, she blocks me again, but I just ram her back into the wall '... I'll be the one to finish it!'
 
I push my forearm into her throat, hard.
She's holding most of my weight off with her hands though.
Then she brings a knee up to my stomach and I wince as she knocks most of the air out of me.
 
All of a sudden I get a sharp pain in my skull.
Fuck!
Did she hit me?
No, can feel her hands on my arm.
Again.
PAIN!
 
I relax my forearm a bit and squeeze my eyes shut as I get another wave of pain.
SHIT!
Everything spins.
 
She feels me relax and pushes me off, I hit the end of the bed and fall on the floor.
Get up!
GET UP!
I move to try but I can't.
I feel her pick me up by my shirt and punch me in the jaw.
 
'B...'
 
Little black squares start to creep into my vision.
All the edges of the room have gone fuzzy.
 
'Fight back, Faith! Come on, this is what you wanted? Right?'
 
I feel her fist connect with my ribs, I know it's not as hard as she can hit though.
I shift on my heels, trying to keep my balance and throw a punch at her body, she moves out the way and I have to step forward to keep upright.
I move right into a hard kick to the back of my legs.
 
I'm down, again.
 
A wave of pain explodes in my head once more.
The black creeps further into the room.
 
'Fight back! Damnit, Faith! THIS IS WHAT YOU WANT!'
 
I push myself up, and swallow down the taste of blood in my mouth.
I try to uppercut her, but my arms aren't working properly, I completely miss and she pushes me to the side, into the TV.
The corner hits my already bruised ribs and I bite my tongue as I hold back a scream.
 
I fall to my knees.
I taste more blood in my mouth.
 
'Fuck you, B!'
 
I don't even know where that came from.
Did I say it?
Shit.
Concentrate!
Pull your shit together, Faith!
COME ON!
 
I get to my feet, unsteadily, and run at her, catching her in a tackle.
Again, she's back against the wall, this time though, she takes hold of me and spins us round, slamming me hard into the plaster.
I feel a crack, I think she broke one of my ribs.
Shit!
Can feel the tightness in my chest.
 
'God damn you, Faith!'
 
I look into her eyes and I can see tears.
My legs start to give way, but she holds me up.
My arms just hang by my sides.
 
My head slams some more pain my way and I can't hold back a cry.
 
'Faith? This ends now! You hear me!'
 
'Fuck you!'
 
Always a moron, til the very end, aren't you, Faith?
 
'Please...'
 
I feel her forehead rest against mine as she pulls me towards her, holding me close.
I can't manage more than a whisper
'Fuck you!'
 
'I'm sorry, Faith.'
 
'Fuck you...'
 
The whole room starts to spin again, and as she loosens her grip I slide down the wall, to the floor.
 
My eyes feel all heavy, like I'm real tired.
I guess I hit my head harder than I thought.
I mean... I did hit my head, right?
 
B kneels down in front of me and takes my hands in hers.
 
'You are so stubborn, Faith!'
 
I smile and offer the only words that I can form.
 
'Fuck you...'
 
She smiles a little at the fact that I obviously don't mean it.
 
'If you think you're up to it, go ahead!'
 
All of my energy pools together and manages to form a laugh.
It was funny.
 
Shit, why am I so tired?
 
I feel her lift me up, gently, and carry me over to the bed.
She puts me down, and I feel her lay next to me.
 
'I...'
 
'Shhh... don't talk, close your eyes and go to sleep. We'll talk tomorrow, Faith.'
 
I nod a little.
 
Tomorrow... wasn't I meant to be doing something tomorrow?
I smile as I realise that I was getting over Buffy Summers tomorrow.
 
Guess I wasted today.
 
I close my eyes and hope for better luck in my dreams.