Disclaimers: Joss owns
them, not me. I make no claim to Buffy or Faith.
Comments: Back on the road to fluffy goodness. We detoured through SlayerFightFest 2001 and also Angst junction. Look, back on the motorway of Happy though!
Authors notes: It's short, but I wanted to close that dark chapter for tonight.
Comments: Back on the road to fluffy goodness. We detoured through SlayerFightFest 2001 and also Angst junction. Look, back on the motorway of Happy though!
Authors notes: It's short, but I wanted to close that dark chapter for tonight.
DATE STAMP: In case of 'Velcro'
hands, this fic was written by Miss K [aka Kitty] on the 24th November
2001.
Buffy's POV
Slayers Do Vegas XXV- Slayers &
TLC; A Little Goes a Long Way
I squint my eyes open a little and feel a
throb of pain behind one of them.
What...?
As I look round the room I remember last night.
Oh my god!
We totally trashed the room!
I feel so rock and roll.
And then I remember that rock stars do that because they can afford to pay the damages.
Crap!
What...?
As I look round the room I remember last night.
Oh my god!
We totally trashed the room!
I feel so rock and roll.
And then I remember that rock stars do that because they can afford to pay the damages.
Crap!
I go to move and hear a groan from next to
me.
Faith?
I look over and what I see makes me squeeze my eyes shut for a second, and take a deep breath.
Faith?
I look over and what I see makes me squeeze my eyes shut for a second, and take a deep breath.
WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO HER, BUFFY!?
She has a black eye and there's dried blood
on her face and on the white pillow she's resting on.
I scoot up closer, and softly stroke her hair.
I can feel dried blood in it as well.
I scoot up closer, and softly stroke her hair.
I can feel dried blood in it as well.
Right, when she's better we are sorting this
shit out, once and for all!
'B...?'
'Shhh... '
I stroke her hair some more, to try and get
her back to sleep.
She murmurs and moves her hand across my stomach, cuddling into my shoulder.
She murmurs and moves her hand across my stomach, cuddling into my shoulder.
'Sorry...'
Wow, not something you get to hear from Faith
a lot, even if she did say it when she's half asleep.
'Me too. Go back to sleep, it's only 6am,
'k?'
I feel her nod a little against my shoulder.
She looks like crap!
All bloodied and bruised.
And YOU, Buffy, YOU did that to her!
She looks like crap!
All bloodied and bruised.
And YOU, Buffy, YOU did that to her!
I mean, I so didn't have a choice,
kind of me or her.
But still, I knew she was out of it after she knocked her head.
I could see it in her punches.
Why didn't I go easier on her?
Damn it!
Look what you did to her?
My eyes start to well up.
But still, I knew she was out of it after she knocked her head.
I could see it in her punches.
Why didn't I go easier on her?
Damn it!
Look what you did to her?
My eyes start to well up.
I turn on my side and slide over to her,
placing a little kiss on her forehead.
It's the only part of her face that doesn't seem to have any damage.
She doesn't move; out for the count.
It's the only part of her face that doesn't seem to have any damage.
She doesn't move; out for the count.
I better look worse than that or I'm going
to be really pissed off.
Hmm; wishing I got hurt?
Well, something to beat myself up over.
Hey, guilt's in this year, I hear it's the new thing.
Like brown was the new grey that was the new blue that was the new black.
Or something like that.
Hmm; wishing I got hurt?
Well, something to beat myself up over.
Hey, guilt's in this year, I hear it's the new thing.
Like brown was the new grey that was the new blue that was the new black.
Or something like that.
What am I talking about now?
Oh, shut up, and go back to sleep, Buffy.
Oh, shut up, and go back to sleep, Buffy.
I close my eyes for a few minutes but I have
to open them again as I feel Faith jolt.
I prop myself up on an elbow and watch her.
I think she's just having a dream.
Yeah, just dreaming, probably doesn't help that everytime she moves she hits some part of her that's been punched.
I prop myself up on an elbow and watch her.
I think she's just having a dream.
Yeah, just dreaming, probably doesn't help that everytime she moves she hits some part of her that's been punched.
Argh!
Just go back to sleep!
Just go back to sleep!
I lie back down and move and arm over her
side; happy just to feel her breathing next to me.