Disclaimers: Joss owns them, not me. I make no claims. No harm, no foul.
Comments: Only a few more to go. I'll be distraught when the pair of them go, I might just keep writing it in secret and just not post it until I reach SDV 100.
Date Stamp: Miss K, aka Kitty wrote this 09.12.01
Title: It's Latin, obviously, and not a VS title, or line from one of their songs. Have you all passed out from the shock? I almost did. I won't tell you what it means.
Crossover: The diary quote is from M's 'Faith's Journal'. If you haven't read it then you are seriously missing out. It's fantastic!
Vegas Info: All rooms are pretty much the same in Vegas, beds in the same place, bathrooms etc. All that changes is the colours and where they put the tables!
 
Buffy's POV
 
Slayers Do Vegas LX - Aut Viam Inveniam Aut Faciam
 
I walk into my room, our room, and start to pick all of Faith's things up from the floor.
Her shirts, bikini, perfume, make up.
Make-up?
She hasn't got her make-up!
Should I take it over to her?
She'll freak, in the morning if she can't put it on.
I sit there and look at her lipstick; Vamp.
I start to laugh.
She wears a shade called Vamp?
Should've guessed it wouldn't be 'Autumn' or 'Pearl' like mine.
I can't take it over to her, she wanted alone time.
You have to give her alone time, Buffy, so she can figure everything out.
I just want an excuse to go and see her, which is stupid because you're seeing her tomorrow!
But tomorrow is hours away.
Ok, even I know that's a stupid thing to think.
Of course it's hours away!!
 
I collect her things up and put them in her bag, making sure it goes under the table.
If I fall over it one more time I'm really going to start thinking someone's out to get me.
 
Ok, what now?
What do I do?
If Faith was here I'd just annoy her, or we'd talk or... kiss.
I throw myself on the bed and lie there, all spread out.
This bed feels huge.
It didn't feel huge before, not when Faith was here.
It felt all small and nice.
Stop it, you'll make yourself go insane!
 
Watch TV!
 
I flick it on, then flick it over, then over again, again, again, then off.
Nothing on, why isn't anything on?
Shower!
Have a shower, get all bubbly and fresh and... waste half an hour.
 
Shower time.
 
Faith's POV
 
Why'd you have to rip everything up so small, Faith?
Ok, managed to do all the big pieces.
It'll have to do.
I look over at the clock; 3am!
Jeez, why aren't I tired?
Feel wired.
I should be out Slaying, not sitting in here taping my fuckin' diary back together after having a pissy fit.
 
Slaying?
Ok, I must've watched too many sci-fi programmes, because what I think that involves is kinda far fetched.
Yeah, leave that set of thoughts alone for now!
 
I pop another Advil and lean back on the edge of the bed and start reading.
Let's see how much of an asshole you really were then, Faith!
 
Buffy's POV
 
Showered, all fresh and, well, damp.
I wrap a towel round myself and walk back into the room.
Ok, what now?
Food!
Not hungry though.
Well you have to eat something.
You can't be all 'Faith, I'd love to spend quality time with you but can we go to McDonalds because I'm going to fall over otherwise!'
Order food and then get some sleep, so you'll be all sparky when she comes round.
Wow, I feel like I'm about to have a first date!
Oh, if I get a big spot on my face I'll just die!
 
Food, then sleep, Buffy.
 
Faith's POV
 
I start reading from one of the earliest pages I could put back together, from sometime last year.
 
How did I let her in my heart? Shit, I never even realised it had a key, let alone that it was in easy reach of her hands. I never saw her coming, and that’s the weird part. I mean I’m no fool when it comes to the L word. Maybe the Scooby’s think I’m incapable, maybe even she thinks that. But I’ve been there. I know the signs to dodge and drive around. There’s no actual road map, I know that, but all the same there’s some familiar landmarks to watch out for. Breathlessness for one thing just catching a glimpse of her smile. Losing the ability to say anything more intelligent than “five by five” whenever she asks me how I am. Laying awake night after night thinking about when I’ll next see her. These I should have seen as the warning signs that they are. Hell, they practically have a big flashing light on top of them and if you strain hard enough…yep...there’s definitely a siren screeching “Stop! Trouble ahead!!!!”

I just sit there, with the page resting in my hands.

I can see myself writing it, see the events that led up to me feeling like that.
My head starts hurting again.
Like someone's inside it with a jack hammer.
I need to...
Just need to lie down.
I crawl up on the bed, and grab some more Advil.
How many of these have I taken?
None, by the feeling inside my skull!
I pop another two and lie down, trying to get comfy.
I open my eyes as I realise I've still got a page of my diary in my hand.
As I look, I see it's not my diary, it's that picture of me and B.
 
'Hey, B. I'm gonna put you here, on the other side of the bed, so I don't roll on you in the middle of the night, or morning, whatever we're in. Ok?'
 
I prop it up on a pillow, so that when I wake up it'll be the first thing I see.
 
Closing my eyes, I start to drift off, and look forward to meeting up with B again.
 
 
My whole body jerks awake and up, so I'm sitting.
What the fuck was that all about?!
Sheeeesh, probably all the TacoBells I've been having.
 
I swing my legs off the bed, slowly, so as not to rock the bed too much, then walk over to the small lamp in the corner.
Shit, where's the lamp gone?
I feel around for it but it's not here.
Huh?
 
Ok, bathroom.
Need to wash my face, I'm all sweaty.
I make my way, on automatic, to the bathroom and turn the light on.
Woah, you look like crap, Faith!
I splash my face with cold water and leave the light on, so I can see where I'm going.
Walking back into the room I freeze.
 
Where's B?
 
Where the fuck is B?!!