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not me. I make no claim to the characters in this fic.
Comments: The amount of mails
I've had telling me how nasty I am being to Faith! I love her to bits. Think
of me as a boy in the playground pulling the pigtails of some girl who he
likes! Ok? Anyway. You wanted more domestic bliss, so here it is. You're choice.
I was happy staying at SDV L, with an epilogue.
Date Stamp: Miss K, aka Kitty,
wrote this 04.12.01
Buffy's POV
Slayers Do Vegas LI - Sometimes,
Just Sometimes, There's A Happy Ending
'I can't believe you discharged yourself from
the hospital, and I let you!'
I ease her on the bed of the hotel room.
I make sure I leave the number of the hospital
on the table.
Have to call and check on Will and Tara, later
on.
'I hate hospitals, B. Look you can go back
and check on Tara if you want. I'm gonna crash anyway. I'm tired as Hell!'
'NO! I'm not every letting you out of my sight
again. I'm staying here, do you want anything? Like soda? No, you can't have
soda, too many bubbles. Do you want the tv on? Radio? Air con? Tell me what
you want and I'll get it!'
I sit on the edge of the bed and stroke her
hair, the hospital cleaned the blood away.
Taz knew someone down there so we didn't have
to answer too many questions.
Not something you can explain with a 'We all
fell in the shower.'
Ok, so that's a scary visual, all
of us in the shower, together!
'Nothing, thanks. Just lie down with me, B.'
I smile and slip on top of the covers with
her.
I snuggle into her shoulder and put my arm
round her stomach.
She's all warm again.
Hmmm, feels nice.
She feels all soft and cozy.
'B?'
'Faith?'
'I was kind of thinking, you know when I was
chained up and all. Just...'
I push myself up to look at her, she looks
nervous.
Uh-oh.
That's a serious face.
I've seen that face before.
Oh my god, that's a break up face!
She's going to break-up with me!
Before she's even... what's the opposite of
broken up?
Got with me!
Well she got with me, but...
Ok, shut up now.
'Is this 'thinking' the kind that I'm
not going to like hearing about, Faith?'
She gets her cute puzzled look, all frowny
eyebrows.
She is... she's gonna break up with me!
I know it.
My stomach starts getting queasy.
She's going to dump me because of what happened.
I mean it was my fault, I didn't watch her
back, we always look out for each other and where was I when she needed me?
NO WHERE!
Well, sitting on my ass after being thrown
into a tree, but that sitting on my ass almost got her killed.
She's going to dump me!
'Do you want to break up with me, Faith? Not
that we were together, I mean... Look, just say it!'
'We weren't together?'
She pushes herself up on her elbow, to look
me in the eyes and repeats herself.
'B, do you think we're not together?'
'No, well not together together. I mean I want
us to be together, properly together. But, I don't think you do. And, look,
that's ok. Well not ok, it's not ok at all. Can we have this conversation
later? Get some sleep and we'll talk about it after.'
I push myself off the bed and start to walk
into the bathroom.
I'm going to start crying.
I need to not do that here.
Faith's still ill.
'B, will you wait!'
'Look, we'll talk later. I promise. I need
to have a shower.'
I walk into the bathroom and close the door
behind me.
I feel like I'm going to be sick.
Everything, Faith almost dying, Tara and Willow
getting hurt, everything!
I turn the shower on, sit on the floor and
start crying.
Faith's POV
What just happened?
Ok, so I was gonna tell B that I loved her.
Wow, that still sounds kinda heavy.
Don't freak yourself out.
You do love her!
You've gotta say it once in your life.
And you've got a chance to say it to Buffy
Summers, the nicest person you've ever known.
The sexiest person you've ever known.
The smartest, kindest and... well just the
best person you've ever known.
And she just said she wants to be with me.
And then she said I want to break up with her?
Why the fuck would I want to break up with
her?
Me, break up with Buffy Summers?
I push myself up, slowly, as my ribs still
feel real sore.
What the fuck?
Why would I break up with her?
She thinks...?
Screw this!
I push myself off the bed, holding onto the
wall as I walk to the bathroom door.
I knock on it gently.
No answer.
The showers on, she's not going to hear you
being all tap tap at the door, Faith.
I pound my fist against the wood, and feel
like I'm gonna hurl as the force jars my body.
Deep breaths, girl.
Calm down.
'I'll be out in a minute! Hey, get back into
bed! I mean it.'
'B, what happened out here?'
'What? I can't hear you, the showers on! I'll
be out in a minute.'
'I said...'
Why am I talking to the door?
I've seen her naked, fuck it.
I open the door and walk in.
She's sitting on the floor, hugging her knees,
leant up against the bath.
'B? I thought you were in the shower?'
'FAITH! Can I get some privacy! Get back to
bed, you're not well. Go on!'
'Why are you crying?'
'I'm not, I felt sick, so I'm trying to feel...
unsick.'
'Oh. You sure?'
'Faith! Go back to bed, please.'
'No, I don't feel well, either. I'll sit in
here with you.'
Ok, that was lame, but if I leave now I don't
think I'll find out what's going on.
I slip down the tiled wall, and sit next to
her.
Fuckin' ribs, I move and adjust how I'm sitting.
Ok, less pain, let's get with the talking.
'B. You think we're not together and you think
I'm breaking up with you?'
'No.'
'B?'
'Yes.'
Shit.
I fuckin knew it!
'B, what did I let you do to me in MGM?'
I look over at her and she blushes.
I want to laugh, but I don't think it's great
timing.
What with her all teary.
'What did we do?'
'We... you let me... do I have to say it?!'
Don't laugh!
She'll do it, but try and get her to say it
and she just clams up.
How could you think I don't want to be with
you?
And I thought I was a moron!
'Yes, you have to say it.'
'Can I whisper it?'
'B!'
'I feel naughty saying it. Alright! We... I...
did stuff to you, and you let me. There I said it, without actually saying
it. It won't come out of my mouth!'
'You're hard work sometimes, B, you know that?'
Oh, pout time.
Ok, back track a bit, Faith.
'But I wouldn't work this hard with anyone
else, no-one, just you.'
Still got the charm, Faith, there's a little
smile.
I move my hand over and wipe away some of the
wet, from where she's been crying, off her cheeks.
'You stripped and I... Damn! I thought if I
sneaked up on it, then I'd get the word out of my mouth. I think it knew I
was coming. Anyway, it's a nasty word. It's all, 'I just get some and get
...' oh, sorry.'
Yeah, well I deserved that.
Can't get away from your past.
'There's nothing wrong with getting some and
getting gone, B.'
There isn't!
'Is that what we've done? Just you haven't
got with the gone part yet?'
FAITH!
PLUG YOUR FUCKIN BRAIN IN!
'B. I don't want to get gone with you. I want
the getting some, but not the getting gone. I don't want to do that shit with
you. I... This is funny, without being funny. I can't say this
word and you can't say that word. See, we were meant to be together.'
She moves her hand over to my thigh and gently
places it on me, then slides in and moves my arm round her shoulder, resting
her head on me.
'I think that too, Faith. We were
meant to be together.'