Disclaimers: Joss and his mutants own them, not me. I make no claims. No harm intended.
Comments: Hold onto those rollercoaster grab rails again. We're on the way Doooooown! If you read this here, yesterday, you'll notice it has completely changed. Sorry about that
Date Stamp: Miss K, aka Kitty wrote this
Dedications: To Steff 'The Varos Triad' Adams, Queen of Tease.
 
Faith POV
 
Slayers Do Vegas  LXIV - Facta Non Verba
 
'You wanna go to the desert, B? I mean, run this past me again. Why do you wanna got there? Can't we just go to the Luxor and play in the sand, out front?'
 
Desert?
It's like, full of sand and fuck all else.
 
'Faith, you said I could do what I wanted today, and I want to go to the desert. We're in Vegas, it's the law that you have to go and see... I don't know, all the sand and stuff.'
 
'B? You're sounding whiney again. Don't give me that look either!'
 
Pouty, she's gone all pouty.
But you know you're screwed, when you feel your resolve start to flush down the john.
 
'I'm not giving you a look, this is my face! I can't help looking like this. Anyway, if you don't want to come then... then... you know, I'll go on my own!'
 
She flicks her hair and storms off into the bathroom.
Ok, Faith, don't start laughing.
She'll get even worse if you start laughing!
Just, she's such a kid sometimes.
 
Right, well, two can play at this game.
 
'I'll go and hang out with Taz, at that cocktail place then.'
 
Her head suddenly pops round the bathroom door.
 
'Taz? At the...? FINE!'
 
I lay back on the bed and feel it shake as she slams the door.
I look at the clock by the side of the bed, and start a countdown.
I give her a minute tops, before she storms back in here, hands on hips, pointing.
 
Twenty seconds.
I can hear her slamming stuff down.
 
Thirty seconds.
Was that a curse I heard?
 
Forty seconds.
This is some serious Buffy control going on, forty seconds is pretty good going.
 
Fifty... jackpot!
She pushes the door open, and it bangs against the wall.
Yup, hands on hips, serious face, and if that ain't a pointy finger!
 
'You know, you were all forgetty girl for ever, well maybe not forever, but it seemed to last so long. Anyway, I really missed you and I thought we could spend some time together, but oh no, Faith wants to go and play with Demon girl, instead of her girlf... instead of her... instead of ME! And then, I still don't know what I am to you? I've told you I loved you, like, so many times, and meant it, but you're all 'I'm too wicked cool to tell you, B.' Well... I'm thinking that you can go and play with Taz, and I hope you're really happy, because this ship is sailing! With. Out. You.'
 
She grabs her jacket and is out the door, before I can even get off the bed.
SHIT!
 
I run out into the hall, but she's already in the elevator, the doors closing.
 
'Wait B! I...'
 
SHIT, doors fuckin' closed.
Stairs!
Stairs?
Twenty three floors of stairs, Faith.
Yeah well, it'll serve me right for being an asshole.
I push the door open and start the long journey down.
 
Buffy's POV
 
Fine, if she's going to be like this, then I'm going to be seriously with-holding the smoochies later on!
I'm gonna go out into the desert and have fun on my own.
Loads of fun, so much fun that I might not even want to come back.
I could just live in the desert, in a cave, having all the fun and good times by myself.
Just me, on my own, without Faith 'five by five' Knight.
On my own.
Without her.
Just me.
Ok, I soooo don't want that!
Complete Buffy backtrack going on here, 100% reversing, and I'm not going to be checking my mirrors when I do it, either.
 
I press my hand against the stop button, then take a deep breath and hit floor twenty three.
 
Faith's POV
 
If my lungs explode I'm gonna kill her, or whatever I can do with exploded lungs inside me.
Jeeeezus, what floor?
ELEVEN?
You gotta be shittin' me!
My legs are on fire, my hands are burning from the rail and I'm in serious need of a shower now.
Buffy Summers, the things I do for you!
 
Buffy's POV
 
She's gone out already!
No, she was meant to still be here, all loungy on the bed.
I would've jumped on her and said I was sorry and that I think I have PMS, or something stupid like that.
She would have grabbed hold of me and done Faith things, like, naughty Faith things.
But she's gone.
It was the 'love' thing, I knew it!
She didn't say it for a reason Buffy, but oh no, you don't see things 'til they're smacking you in the face, do you?
I can do the 'her not loving me back.'
I can... maybe I can just love her, and she doesn't have to be all 'into me', or anything.
Doesn't help that I'm in love with her.

Oh my God, I'm IN love with her?!
 
When did this happen?
I love her, I know I love her, I didn't know I was in love with her.
Hello?!
All the signs were there, you IDIOT!
Can't stand being away from her; smile when she smiles; want to touch her.
Not always touchy touch either, just touching, like, oooo, when we were on the bed the other day, and she was asleep, I played with her fingers!
Ok, why am I telling myself this?
I already know it all!
 
I'm in love with Faith, and she isn't even with the 'loving Buffy' yet.
And there's a mountain of difference between loving and in love.
Wow, this really sucks, like, really.
 
Faith's POV
 
Fuck this!
Why am I chasing after her anyway?
She should be running after me.
Screw it.
If she wants to be on her own, then I'm gonna go out and have me some fun.
 
I start to make my way to see Taz, down at the cocktail place.
I never did get to thank her for helping B out.
Looks like I got my chance now.
 
Buffy's POV
 
I fall down on the bed.
Should I wait for her?
Listen to me, "should I wait?"
No, don't wait for her!
Get her out of your mind.
Go and do... I don't know, stuff, desert stuff.
But I'll look like "Buffy No Friends"!
I so don't think that's going to happen.
Not now I've thought about how pathetic I'll look.
 
Ok, she was going to see Taz, so I'm... I'm going to go and do... something, good!
And I'm not coming back for hours, so there!
 
Faith's POV
 
'Hey, Taz. Thought I'd come round and teach you some more mixes.'
 
Jeez, you have such problems saying thank you, Faith.
Instead you gotta be all, 'I want to teach you stuff.'
Shit, girl, that's another thing to put on your list of stuff to sort.
 
'Faith! You're looking better. Ok, you couldn't look worse than you did on that alter.'
 
'Wow, you're like B. You really know how to compliment a girl.'
 
'Take a seat, everything's on the house. Where's Buffy, anyway?'
 
'She's doing some desert trip, didn't fancy it. On the house? Just what the doctor ordered. Yeah well, in my head he told me that. Make mine a green demon then, in a...'
 
'Tall glass, no fancy umbrellas. Can't fault my memory, Faith.'
 
She goes off to make it and my hands play with a beer mat, tearing it to shreds.
Taz hands me my cocktail and I down the whole thing.
 
SHIT, gotta love that rush.
 
If it's the last thing I do, I'm gonna have fun, without B, today.
See, you thought about her then, Faith.
Push her out of your head and get back to your old self; how you used to be before you got domesticated.
 
I've been domesticated?!
 
And that's when I decide.
I'm gonna kick back, old style.
 
Let the good times roll, 'cause Faith really is back!