Disclaimers: Joss owns them, not me. I make
no claims to anyone.
Date Stamp: Miss K, aka Kitty, wrote this 05.12.01
Comments: This is for Steff and for her plans.
I wrote it especially for you, babe! *evil laugh*
Buffy's POV
Slayers Do Vegas
LIII - Slowly, Slowly, Catchy Slayer
Ok, twenty minutes is up and she looks better.
Less pale.
Which is good, right?
She looks more peaceful.
No calling the doctor, thank God!
I see her eyes flick open, she shakes her head
and pushes herself up.
She looks round at me and... what's that
look for?!
Why is she just sitting on the end of the bed?
'Faith? Are you ok?'
I watch as she takes a deep breath, then gets
up and turns round on her heels.
I can do that.
It impresses people though, just not me!
Why is she staring at me like that?
'Ok, look, I'm just gonna come straight out
and say this. I feel like crap, so I guess we hit the booze big time,
last night. I can't remember jack, sorry sweetheart, nothing personal and
all. If it all comes flooding back to me in a few hours, and it was worth
remembering then I'll give you a buzz!'
What?
'Stop messing about, Faith!'
'Look... what's your name?'
She's joking, right?
I mean... this is a joke, right?
A joke?
'B-Buffy.'
'B-Buffy? Think I'll shorten it to Buffy for
now. Look, Buffy, if we hooked up last night, I would have told you, I get
some and get gone. Nothing personal, at all, because you're a honey,
but a girls got to have rules. Side note; where am I?'
'This isn't funny, Faith!'
'Tell me about it. I feel like I've got a team
of builders, knocking away at the inside of skull! Buffy, where am I, so I
can call a cab.'
I can't blink.
Staring.
Joke, right?
I mean...
She's playing, she'll tell you it's a joke
in a minute and I'll slap her or... something.
'The MGM.'
'The what? There ain't no MGM in Boston. Ok,
so we had a lot to drink. Where'd we end up?'
Staring.
Faith?
'Las Vegas.'
'No really.'
'Las Vegas. We're in Las Vegas. You're Faith
Knight, I'm Buffy Summers! Don't you remember? Sunnydale? Slayers? Giles!
WILLOW! TARA! Don't fuck about, Faith, this isn't funny!!!'
'How'd you get my last name? Shit, it doesn't
matter. Sunnywhere?'
She walks over to the window and looks out.
I force myself to blink, my eyes were hurting.
I feel myself start to shake.
My hands; shaking.
'Jeezus, Buffy! We're in motherfuckin' Vegas!
Shit!'
'I know.'
'Ok, what the Hell's going on? What did you
give me? Shit, did you drug me or something?!'
'Faith? You really don't remember me?'
I push myself off the bed and walk up to her.
This is not happening.
Not happening.
Come on Faith!
You're kidding, right?
Say yes.
Tell me it's all a joke.
Tell me you're playing, something, anything,
TELL ME YOU'RE JOKING!
I wont be mad, honest.
'Sorry, what can I say.'
'No. I'm sorry, Faith.'
'What fo...'
I punch her hard in the face and she
spins round, banging into the glass, and falls to the floor.
I kneel down and lie her on her back, pushing
her hair out of her face.
I move down and kiss her lips, gently.
What do I do?
Hospital!
I call the number on the card by the bed.
Tell them everything over the phone.
Said she fell after she lost her memory.
They're sending an ambulance.
I feel numb.
Why don't I feel anything?
Oh god, I think I'm...
I run to the bathroom, just in time, as I throw
up everything I've eaten.
Don't just sit here, Buffy, the ambulance
will be here soon.
Ok, need to rinse my mouth out.
Rinse mouth out.
I need to...
Faith needs to get to the hospital.
They'll make her better in the hospital.
They'll give her something and she'll remember.
She doesn't remember me.
But...?
Hospital will make everything better.
I brush my teeth quickly and go back to were
she's lying.
I sit down next to her and stroke her hair.
Everything's going to be ok.
Wait for help to come.
Wait for the ambulance.
'Faith? I called an ambulance. They're coming
to help us. Ok?'
Everything's going to be ok.
It is.